I get bored so easily now a days XD I've always loved Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling. They are just so special to me. So here is a fanfiction based on it. This is a different style than I normally do… so wish me luck :D

8:00 pm

Clarice Starling unlocked the front door to her small home, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Her home was located 5 minutes out of town, so not far away from her workplace and the rest of civilization, but she enjoyed the quiet. But something was off about her home tonight… something out of place.

She could smell food.

The enticing aroma wriggled up her nostrils, yet she couldn't enjoy it at all. Her colt .45 was removed quickly form her holster and held it in front of her body at arm's length.

"Who would be cooking in my kitchen this late?" Clarice thought to herself, then rolling her eyes. How could she not know the first moment she walked in? She attempted to keep her joy and small amount of fear hidden as she crept outside her swinging kitchen door, and leaned in slowly.

CREEEEEEEEK

"God damn door." She took a mental note to face palm herself for that blunder later. But right now, a larger matter was on her hands.

"Hello, Clarice. Would you like me to oil that door for you once we eat dinner?" Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the man who is suspected to be in Italy, stood in her kitchen within a black apron. She moved her body into the room, placing her piece back in her holster but refusing to take her hand off the gun. Clarice let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"That's very rude of you, Clarice. This isn't like you. You were always very polite back in our days in the dungeon. Did something bad happen at work today, Clarice? Here," he enunciated every word with such finesse as he slowly grabbed the brown coat off her shoulders ", let me take this. Please relax."

Clarice wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at the sight before her. She was actually in the same room as the Good Doctor. The man she had hoped would show up somewhere for a year and a half now. Still… now that she found him, she was unsure of what to do with him.

"My apologies, Doctor Lecter. I'm simply in… shock. I didn't expect you to be here at my house... cooking… uh, I really hope that's pork and not what I think it is."

"Oh Clarice, to wonder and attempt to figure out the entrée would ruin the surprise, and you know how I love to surprise you." Clarice heard the smirk behind his words, and that almost made her crack a smile. That little tad of well hidden giddiness slipping out was rare, and she was glad to have experienced that moment.

"Oh yes, I'm well aware…" She trailed off, looking at the table that was covered in white lace and white candles. It was all so… lovely. She relaxed, letting her hands fall to her sides as she sat at the seat next to the Captain's chair. She assumed he would be sitting there, anyway. Before she could open her mouth again, he set down a small salad in front of her. She smiled softly, and lifted her hand to be greeted with three forks. She hid her giggle, moving her hands over the silverware.

"Inside to outside, Clarice. Oh, and please eat without me. I truly don't mind." He called to her without turning.

"Thanks." Clarice smiled wide, grabbing her fork and taking a bite. She was famished from running all day without a break.

Moments of silence passes until the clock struck 9:00pm.