The Unquiet Grave: Ch. 1
Summary: There are 3 types of empaths in the world: Seers, who can look into the eyes of another and see their secrets; Dreamers, who can see the space between the world and fall into the past, present, and future; and Feelers, whose skin touches the memories and feelings of things left behind.
Then there is Will Graham, a potent combination of all three.
Agent Will Graham works with the FBI in the Empath Behavioral Analysis Unit, a profiler that hunts Rogue Empath Agents that fall astray from reality due to the horror of what they face while working for the Bureau. With gloved hands and averted eyes he views the world, well aware that his cup is most certainly half empty. He tires of looking into the eyes of another and seeing their secrets, of touching palms to their skin and knowing their thoughts. The world is an open book, and it is one that Will Graham is tired of reading.
How shocking for him, then, to one day look into the eyes of Dr. Hannibal Lecter and find that instead of the normal, invasive whispers, there is absolutely nothing at all.
In truth, he’s never been happier.
Romance, angst, thriller, mystery, slow burn, and a wholeheartedly disenchanted, grumpy Will Graham.
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Chapter 1: With Quiet Hands We Touch
Will Graham waits alone by the SUV until he’s told that it’s alright for him to enter the crime scene.
Jack Crawford’s job is to make sure it’s a ‘safe space’ for Will to enter, and no matter how many times Will explains that that makes no fucking sense, the rules remain. Empaths on the scene of a fresh crime have a tendency to vomit, to collapse from the sensations, and no one is going to take a risk with him, no matter how resilient he is. While a normal Seer-empath boasts an ability to see the realities that occur around them, a Feeler can touch and gain impressions from tactile feel, and a Thinker can recreate, Will Graham is a special blend of all three, the shining star of the Empath-Behavioral-Analysis-Unit. A rare, somewhat mentally stable E-3. They don’t want him tarnished, not when he’s so damn good at what he does.
If he wasn’t so strung out, he’d have felt almost cherished at the thought they gave him, to cradle him like a fragile little teacup meant only for the best of after dinner sit-downs over lady fingers and a cup of French press.