AN-WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CRACK LITTLE PERSON?! COME ON, ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT. SHUT UP AND EAT IT. NOM NOM NOM.

Not Beta Read.
Liebestraum(Love Dream) is by Liszt, and I own nothing.

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This was some complete and utter bullshit. Like his life wasn't messed up and complicated enough. For some reason, some power or force in the universe decided to throw him yet another curve ball, cause extreme empathy didn't make his existence difficult enough. It made Will Graham wonder what the hell he could have done to deserve it.

It must have been something he ate. That was all Will could think of in answer in this because he wasn't the adventurous sort that dabbled in the occult or even really religion. From living day to day, he had routines and structure, had to if he wanted to come off as normal. At the moment, they were kind of fucked up thanks to Jack and serial killers that kept coming out of the woodwork, but when Will could follow a routine, he could pass off as normal. To his knowledge though and basic understanding of food, it was still a mystery to how this could have happened. He had been eating some weird things at Doctor Lecter though…

On this particular morning, Will Graham had woken up to find that he was about six inches tall. He was damn lucky his dogs knew his scent or he might have ended up being a chew toy. A nose the size of your head was a frightening thing to encounter first thing in the morning.

Who did you call for a condition(?) like this? Will had no idea what to do with himself or who to contact. Would anyone be able to hear his voice over the phone? Will supposed that he could text, but how do you explain this sort of thing to another person in a sane, believable manner? And even better question was, where the hell was his phone?

Facepalming, Will tried to remember where he had last seen it. The odds of him being able to actually get to it, even if he did recall, were slim though. The landline was probably his best bet, but it sat on his kitchen table which was currently a mountain of furniture and desert of flooring away from him. Will supposed he could try riding one of the dogs to save time, but even that was daunting. He had made the mistake of looking down while taking his morning piss off the side of the bed.

Deciding to wait his new condition out, Will wondered how long he was going to be like this. If he didn't change back, what was going to happen to him? Will supposed that was up to who found him. Even as antisocial as he was, someone at the FBI was going to start noticing that he wasn't there to teach his classes. That or Jack would come looking for him to drag him to some god awful crime scene after Will didn't pick up his phone. Come to think of it, the emphath's new size probably wouldn't even phase him.

"I know you're only six inches tall, Will, but people are dying." Will did his best Jack impersonation. Will's chuckling died down though when he realized that Jack could just carry him to scenes and make him look. Size wouldn't technically have any effect on his abilities. If he didn't change back any time soon, hiding for the rest of his life suddenly held a certain appeal to it.

The front door opening kept Will from furthering his plans of a new life as a woodland creature. The mini profiler panicked, diving under his sheets which were like a cotton ocean to him. They also happened to be his only covering. Tiny and naked…..damn life loved to kick him when he was down.

"Will? Are you home?" was asked in calm accented voice which could only belong to one Doctor Lecter. Thrilled that it wasn't Jack, but mortified it was about the only person he could call 'friend', Will quietly wished for death as he heard the doctor repeat his name, his voice starting to fill with a mild concern. At least it wasn't Alana, Will mused. Or Freddie Lounds. Will wouldn't put it past her to try and sneak into his house. Will nearly had a panic attack at the very thought of being discovered by the tabloid journalist. It would be like throwing a blind mouse to a starving cat.

Sitting undercover, Will realized that Doctor Lecter just might be his best bet. He used to be a surgeon so he would have extensive knowledge about the human body and loads of medical training. The doctor turned therapist would have numerous contacts within the medical community. Will also knew that Lecter could keep secrets, and he had to face the fact that he desperately needed help and someone tall with opposable thumbs.

"I'm here." Will sighed, moving out from under the sheets to stand on his bed. He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands, not wanting to come off as completely pathetic. When he realized Lecter hadn't heard him, the stoic man too busy studying his fishing lures of all things, Will started to jump up and down yelling, waving his arms.

That got the doctor's attention, Lecter's brow furrowing ever so slightly as he stared down at the phenomenon of Will. He crossed the room slowing to stand beside the bed, his sharp sanguine gaze never leaving off of the tiny profiler.

"Will?" Lecter sounded like he was testing out his own sanity.

"Yes. It's me." Will yelled. As Lecter came closer, kneeling down beside the bed for a better look at him, Will freshly remembered that he was naked. He resisted to urge to crouch down or do anything else as equally embarrassing, reminding himself that Lecter was a doctor and had seen naked men, probably in way better shape than himself, many times before.

What Will didn't realize was how scary it might be to have a normal sized human loom over him by simply existing in the normal manner. He certainly didn't expect to be poked at, though Lecter did so gently or at least tried to. It still knocked Will's breath out of him, toppling him over.

"Hey!" Will shouted, kicking at the offending digit. He only ended up hurting his heel on a manicured nail.

"My apologies, Will. I needed to prove to myself that all my faculties were intact. You appear to be experiencing some rather unusual…..syptoms." Lecter said, his strange eyes flitting over Will's body. He didn't know why, but for some reason it was easier for Will to meet the other man's gaze like this.

Will didn't get to think about eye contact for long, the tiny man yelping in terror as he was carefully scooped up into a large hand. Clinging bodily to a finger and trying not it think about his junk pressed up to his therapist, Will glared at Lecter as he was brought up to the man's eye level.

"Put me down!" Will demanded. He didn't think that Lecter would drop him, but he didn't want to tempt fate either. Plus it was a really long way down.

"Please calm yourself. I can't hear you well in that form." Lecter explained, obviously taking efforts to keep his own voice low to not deafen or overwhelm Will.

"Well, could you put me back on the bed and lay down….." Will realized he had just asked his doctor to bed. "….or something."

Hannibal took one look at all the dog hair covered surfaces, and Will's sweat stained bedding, and shook his head.

"I feel exposed here. Very exposed." Will told through gritting teeth, trying not to move or embarrass himself further. His front was warm from being in direct contact with the doctor's skin but his ass and back were definitely getting kind of frosty. Lecter must have understood all the implications he was trying to convey, because Will soon found himself covered in a sheet. He realized that it was Lecter's handkerchief, the bright yellow and burgundy paisley pattern all his unique style.

"Wear this. It's silk and should keep you warm enough until we can get you some proper apparel." Lecter told him, cupping his hands together now to provide Will a larger surface to get dressed upon. Will didn't know why the man just couldn't set him down as he inadvertently rolled across the fleshy flooring of Lecter's palms like pill bug for a moment. Wrapping the expensive material around his body like a toga, Will felt kind of bad about it, but figured Hannibal must a dozen just like it. Plus he would freeze without it, so paisley toga it was.

"Is that better?" Lecter asked, his breathing shifting the material about Will like a breeze.

"Yes, thank you." Will nodded, trying to keep himself from blushing. This hadn't been his finest morning for showing off his physique.

"Good." Lecter smiled, and Will realized that he could relax. Everything was going to be fine. There was nothing to worry about.

And then Docter Lecter put Will in his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Will yelled, trying to climb out of his prison of silk on silk, because of course Lecter's suits would be lined with the slippery stuff. Try as he might, Will found that he couldn't get any traction on the material though. To make matters worse, Hannibal was buttoning the inner pocket of his jacket, Will being kept in the safest place possible. The tiny profiler could feel and hear Lecter's even heartbeat through the material. The bass of it was beginning to make him sleepy.

It was a strange sensation to be trapped in prison made entirely of material. Warm and dark and somewhat disconcerting not being able to gain a foothold, but very comfortable. In better circumstances, Will might have considered taking a nap. He obviously wasn't going anywhere fast.

"Doctor Lecter!" Will shouted, falling back over as Lecter started to walk. As far as Will could tell for the noise, the doctor was letting his dogs out, and leaving the house.

"Hannibal?!" Will tried again to get the man's attention. The sound of a car door opening and an engine starting up muffled out anything else he had to say.

Will was getting a really bad feeling. A very bad feeling indeed.

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