#oh shoot i forgot about graham and jack kiss...

[hannibalhasthetardisat221b]

Sure. First ever.. sure... 🙄 (a lot of people forget this one 😅 p.s. not my gif)

the first person to kiss the ninth doctor was jack bffr

[victorineb]

Alana Finds Out: Everybody Finds Out

Another instalment of AFO in honour of Ladies of Hannibal Week... in which everybody is a cheating horndog and the BAU bathrooms are not the best place for intimate... conversations.

Also on AO3.

“Get your hand out from there!”

“You're kidding, right? That's the whole reason we came in here!”

“Oh, really? Because I was under the impression you needed to have a serious talk about ‘important lady things.’”

“That was just to squick Zeller out. And you know I had no intention of just talking about ‘lady things’.”

“Beverly!”

“Yes, my dear Dr Bloom?”

Alana watched her friend – lover – waggle her eyebrows salaciously and sighed. “Ok, but you are well aware that I'm not usually… quiet – stop laughing – so you'd better make it worth my while when we both get suspended.”

Beverly placed a hand – the one that was not currently working its way into Alana’s knickers – over her heart in mock-offence. “That you have even to question my skill in this area has mortally wounded me.” She bit softly at Alana’s bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from the doctor, and then pulled back, smirking. “Lucky I'm a fast healer.”

And then they were kissing in earnest, deep and slow and good, as Alana felt Beverly touch a warm finger to her clit, provoking a burst of pleasure.

Alana still wasn't sure how they'd ended up here. She'd been aware of Beverly’s sex appeal for years, the leather jackets and direct wit pushing several of Alana's favourite buttons. She'd caught the other woman’s dark eyes twinkling at her in the halls of the F.B.I. often enough to know that they'd always been on the cusp of… maybe. So it hadn't been a surprise, just a very pleasant progression, when a beer after a long day of battling Jack Crawford’s granite opinions turned into full flirtation. Then a kiss, soft and questioning. And another, during which Beverly’s tongue had caused Alana’s mind to flood with images of what else she could do with it. And then, just two days later – when the curiosity had got too much to handle and Alana had turned up, unannounced, at Beverly's apartment – utterly fantastic sex. Which had continued, at regular intervals, over the subsequent two weeks.

The problem was that Alana had also had another longstanding maybe, in the form of her former mentor Hannibal Lecter, a maybe who had turned into a definitely well before Beverly had. Alana wasn't sure what it meant that she'd suddenly thrown caution to the wind for two people she'd always consciously held back from. Nor that she'd become, for the first time in her life, a cheat.

She suspected it might have something to do with the imprisonment and release of Will Graham, once another maybe, now a lost for good. She was carefully holding back from considering that, too.

Alana had always thought that, if and when she decided to sleep with Hannibal, it would lead to something important. A relationship, for sure, with the possibility for long-term commitment. He was, after all, ludicrously eligible, attractive and genuinely her friend. He brewed his own beer for her, for crying out loud. So, it came as something of a surprise that, when she got past the incredible sex and the fondness she had always retained for him, Alana found she didn't feel that thing, that spark when she was with him.

And a downright shock that she felt it with Beverly.

“Alana, god, I wanna take you back to your office, spread you over your desk and make you come ‘til you forget how to want anything else.”

Yes, please.

Beverly was past definition. And Alana was past the ability to control herself in her presence.

Especially when Bev was exposing Alana’s breast and sucking a nipple into her smiling mouth, while touching her right… there.

“Oh, god!”

“Yep, still not quiet.”

Because, Alana mused, as cogently as she could at that moment, someone who can simultaneously make you laugh and moan in ecstasy, is not someone you just fuck in the bathroom stalls between crime scenes. Frankly, that might be someone you marry.

She was just wondering whether it would be best to have The Talk with Hannibal or Beverly first, when the sound of the bathroom door opening caused both women to freeze. Alana slapped her hand over her mouth to silence herself, while shooting Bev a glare that she hoped effectively conveyed the accusation, You told me no one even knows this bathroom existed!

Beverly shrugged, without a hint of genuine apology and gave Alana a truly wicked grin before continuing what she'd started. Alana clenched her thighs in protest. Beverly just gave her a look that said, Please, like that's gonna stop me and Alana felt herself moan, hoping her hand had worked to muffle it.

“Did you hear something?”

Guess not, Alana thought, tensing for discovery, as footsteps began to move along the room, checking each stall. Then she realised, as she saw Beverly’s eyebrows raise, that she recognised that voice as belonging to Will Graham.

Before he could make it to the end stall, where Beverly and Alana were entwined, another familiar voice rang out, “I heard nothing. Please, Will, stop looking for distractions and talk to me.” Hannibal sounded as though he was pleading.

Behind the cubicle door, the two women shared a look, equally guilty and intrigued. Beverly finally disengaged her hand, seemingly recognising that her teasing had just stopped being fun.

“Talk to you? As in, have a conversation with you?” Will sounded bitter, the strange calm he had elected to assume around Hannibal apparently destroyed. “Because that's got me in trouble before, you know.”

“Will, I appreciate your anger.”

“Oh, I know you do.”

“But it is unproductive in this case. We must discuss what is happening between us, so that we might restore balance.” Footsteps rang out, Hannibal apparently moving closer to Will.

“Restore balance?” Will was incredulous. “We've never come close to achieving balance, you made sure of that.”

Someone sighed and Hannibal conceded, “You are right to say so. I am sorry, I wish to make amends. I wish to earn your forgiveness, your trust, the right to your company.” More footsteps.

“And you think last night was the way to do that?” Alana could hear the resentment ebbing from Will's voice, replaced by its own note of pleading. What on earth happened last night?

“I think last night can be seen as evidence that you may be capable of granting me those things, in time. And was, incidentally, a night I would never regret, nor choose to alter.” From their voices, it seemed the two men were now standing close together.

There was silence for a long while, then Will said, his voice now soft, “No, me either.” Then silence again, until Alana heard Hannibal moan, “Oh, Will,” and knew they had been kissing.

At which Alana forgot she was currently in an adulterous clinch of her own and made to exit the stall. Beverly tried manfully to hold her back but quickly found that Dr Bloom in a rage was a force to be reckoned with. Alana slammed back the cubicle door and strode out to the sight of her boyfriend and the man who had accused him of being a killer – who had sent someone to kill Hannibal in supposed retribution – holding each other in an embrace.

“Just what the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“Alana… I… I…” Hannibal looked shocked, dropping his arms from around Will’s waist. Alana noted, with some satisfaction, that it was the first time she'd ever seen that expression on his face.

Will, however, who had discreetly removed his hands from Hannibal’s ass, hadn't needed his empathy to read Alana's flushed cheeks, mussed hair and swollen lips. He was, therefore, looking past her at the wide-open stall, then back to ask, “Hate to be cliché, but we could ask you the same thing.”

Alana turned to see a sheepish and equally undone Beverly moving towards her. She turned back, grateful for the support as Bev stood close behind her. Standing her ground, she fixed the two men with a look. “Are you sleeping together?” she asked.

“Again, same ques…” Will began but Hannibal interrupted him.

“I believe there is little point in prevarication in this situation, Will,” he said.

“When did you become such a fan of speaking the truth?” Will asked, then sighed. “Ok, fair enough.” He looked over at Alana. “Not until last night. And you?”

She knew he knew already. “Longer,” she admitted. She noticed Hannibal looked entirely unsurprised by this. “Did you know?” she asked, feeling a mixture of guilt and disbelief.

“I was aware you had taken another lover, yes. And that it was likely a woman, judging by the scent.”

“You know people hate when you do that thing with the scenting, right?” Will told him, earning a glare from both Alana and Hannibal.

“And, what?” Alana asked, knowing it was irrational and hypocritical but feeling no urge to control herself. “You just didn't care, huh? I mean so little to you?”

“On the contrary, Alana, I care for you deeply, and always have. The fact that we were sleeping together did nothing to alter that. I was aware that you were not in love with me, as I am not with you, and did not, therefore, begrudge you seeking company elsewhere. Not least because you have been uncommonly happy since you began your new relationship. Given that it is with Ms Katz, I must say I understand.”

Beverly beamed.

“Plus,” Alana noted, not quite ready to give up the fight, “I was just a distraction, not the ultimate prize.”

“Not that, my dear Alana, never just anything. But yes, Will is and has long been, the object of my affection.”

“You got a strange way of showing it, doc,” Will muttered but the look in his eyes held mostly amusement and he moved into Hannibal's side, accepting an arm around him.

“You know,” Beverly said, “it occurs to me that we are in the fortunate position of everybody getting just what they want here. Unless,” she turned Alana's face to hers gently, “I'm reading this situation very wrong.”

Alana gave a soft smile and shook her head.

“I think you may be onto something there, Katz,” Will said and the two exchanged a grin, “but please, do show your working.”

“Yes, professor. So, on one side of this equation, she's crazy for me and I'm nutso for her. On the other side, well, I always figured nobody looks at each other that way without some serious UST in progress.”

“UST?” asked Hannibal, bemused.

“Unresolved sexual tension. Although now it's RST, I guess. Resolved sexual tension,” she added, off their looks.

“Ah,” Hannibal responded, watching Will blush, “thank you Agent Katz. Quite astute of you.”

“So, what?” Alana asked, attempting to maintain an air of annoyance and failing miserably. “We just walk out of this bathroom, un- and re-coupled, and go on about our days?”

“Our lives, I rather hoped,” Hannibal said, smiling when Will bumped their hips together.

“Do you really have an issue with that, doctor?” Beverly asked, only a touch of nerves in her voice.

Alana thought about it.

“Nope,” she replied, “issue free.”

“Nothing for us to feel horrible about,” Hannibal interjected, causing Will to bark out a laugh.

“What's funny?” Beverly asked but the two men just shook their heads and grinned at each other. Hannibal looked positively smug. “Ok, boys,” she continued, “time to find your own secret hidey-hole.”

“Why use the ladies’, anyway?” Alana pondered.

“Jack's in the men’s room screaming at some poor intern,” Will supplied.

“Typical,” Beverly grinned. “Off you go then.”

Alana watched as the two men, Hannibal's arm still wrapped around Will's shoulder, walked in the direction of the door. She noted the way Will leaned into Hannibal's body and how Hannibal couldn't stop gazing at him, and wondered how the hell their relationship had changed so much. And then breathed a sigh of relief she hadn't known she'd been holding, since it wasn't her job to worry about that anymore.

“Aw, sweet, aren't they?” Beverly cooed.

“In an intense, eccentric, obsessive sort of way, yes.” Alana turned to her girlfriend and looped her arms around her neck. “Now take me back in that stall and finish what you started. I'm not done with you, Agent Katz, not by a long way.”

“Yes ma'am,” Beverly saluted and then kissed her.

Alana considered it, in the end, a good day.