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Will was planning on telling everyone about his pregnancy, at the right time. It is recommended to give the news after the first trimester just in case something goes wrong… and his life was a compilation of things going wrong.
It shouldn’t be hard though, so far he hasn’t felt any differences apart from the sleepiness he gets all afternoons… that and his “sweeter irresistible smell” as Hannibal described it.
He was discussing with Jack about the bathtub crime scene when a new body was brought to the evidence room, with it came a strong smell of cheap perfume.
Will couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose.
—Was the body bathed in perfume? Why is it smelling like that? —Price asked putting new gloves on
—Apparently this one was killed during a failed robbery in a perfumery downtown… robbers fought, some scaped, some were injured and this one… well there are two broken bottles down his throat —Beverly answered looking at the file.
Will wasn’t sure if the liquid was from a terrible brand, or his nose had become more sensible. He just knew his body wasn’t thrilled with the sensation.
—I will never understand how people come up with these ideas —Price said rolling his eyes
—I’m not complaining thought, best smelling corpse I’ve ever sniff in my life —Beverly joked as she approached the body
—For now, give it two hours and we all are going to be sick of the rose-honey-rotten meat fragrance in this room —said Price as Will felt his stomach turning, already overwhelmed by the smell.
—So, are you saying this kill wasn’t the ripper’s doing? —Jack asked trying to resume their conversation
Will shook his head —The compassion… doesn’t feel like him —his nausea was worsening with every second. He needed to get out of there fast.
—Are you sure?
—I… Yeah —it was getting hard to keep the conversation when something more than words was threatening to come out of his mouth
—Tell me why you’re sure
—The ripper left a victim on a church pew using his tongue as a bookmark for the bible he held… this isn’t… that. I —he could feel bile coming up on his throat —I’ll be right back.
Jack asked something but he couldn’t hear it, too focus on making it to the bathroom. As soon as he got out of the evidence room a gag forced him to put a hand on his mouth.
He ran but he barely made it to the sink, spilling his coffee and some of the fancy breakfast Hannibal prepared that morning.
He got two seconds to catch his breath before another wave made him throw up again.
After two minutes of dry heaving, he finally felt safe enough to wash his face and return to the evidence room. The room would smell the same but at least he won’t have anything to bring back and even-
—Will, are you ok? —Zeller asked, interrupting his thoughts.
To Graham’s good look he was in one of the stalls… hearing everything
—Yeah its… nothing
—It didn’t sound like nothing —Bryan said while washing his hands
—No it’s ok I… Can I tell you a secret? Please don’t tell anyone —What was he doing?
—Sure, what happened?
—I’m —he thought better of it —hungover
Bryan looked at him and laugh —You’re so innocent man. Don’t worry you’re not the first of us to show hungover to work and my sister’s birthday is next week so you sure as hell one be the last one —he added with a wink before leaving the bathroom.
The omega took another couple of deep breaths, mentally preparing himself to go back to the evidence room. Just a few steps out he ran into Jack.
—Will, what happened back there?
—Sorry that smell was giving me a headache, could we continue that conversation in your office?
Jack was confused but has used of the omega’s little “eccentricities”, so he agreed without asking more questions.
He didn’t want to be there, but he sucked it up and continued working with Jack until midday. Hannibal arrived to have lunch with his husband, only to find him white as a sheet and covered by a thin layer of sweat.
—Will? What happened my love?
Will threw himself to his arms, hugging him tightly
—Are you in any pain?
Will shook his head
—Did something happen?
He shook his head again
—I… I’m just so sick of being here, that smell is driving me insane! I even threw up twice and Jack just wants to keep discussing things when he already knows I’m right and I need to go home but I cant —he said, feeling Hannibal petting his hair
—My sweet boy, let’s go home.
—But-
— Don’t worry I know what I’ll tell uncle Jack, besides I have some peppermint leaves in the car that will help you with the nausea.
—Thank you —He said finally relieved. Will knew Hannibal would make him feel better, he always did.