I don't really want to call this a sequel, however the timeline is just over a year, after If you love me, let me go.  Forgive me, I've been in a silly mood lately. 

The usual applies; I own no one or nothing pertaining to this story.

Wanna Play

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Jeff Mills had just graduated two weeks ago from the F.B.I. training facility at Quantico.  Mills, not the brightest student by any means, had finished next to last in his class.  Regardless of his placement in the class, he felt great thinking, 'I'm still Special Agent Mills, F.B.I.' 

All new Agents were given two weeks vacation following graduation, before sending them out into the real world.  Mills decided to go to California.  He always wanted to see Disneyland.

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Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling had been together just over a year.  To them, it might as well of been the first day they had met.  Never growing tired of each other's company or the endless conversations they shared on everything from Dante to the health implications of eating at McDonald's.  They were just as comfortable at a fancy dinner party, as they were just lying on the sofa in each other's arms.

It was during their latest trip to the States, after dining at one of Anaheim's finer restaurants, that their next unexpected adventure was to begin.

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Dr. Lecter had some pressing business matters that needed his immediate attention.  During one of his trips to the Anaheim National Bank, he accidentally bumped into a young man standing at the ATM.  He had excused himself and continued on his way, not noticing the expression on the young man's face. 

Agent Mills just watched in disbelief as the man that had bumped into him, made his way to his vehicle.  "No way, no freakin way did Hannibal 'the Cannibal' Lecter just bump into me," he said quietly.  "What the hell would he be doing here?"  Curiosity getting the better of him, Mills followed the man into the parking lot to get another look, still not believing who he had seen.

After catching another glimpse of the man, Mills still wasn't completely positive

it was Hannibal Lecter. Mills noticed that the car the man got into, a black Jaguar with rental plate frames, was parked about eight cars up from his, so he got in his own car prepared to follow him.

Mills tailed the man to a small, secluded villa just outside the city limits.  He parked about fifty yards away from the villa trying to decide what his next move should be.

Mills had been sitting in his car for the better part of an hour, debating whether or not he was just wasting his time.  "I should be doing something worthy of my vacation like riding the Matterhorn, instead of sitting in this smelly car staking out a ghost."

Just as Mills had made his decision to abandon this nonsense, the black Jag pulled out of the driveway.

He thought he saw a passenger in the vehicle.

"What the hell, I was leaving anyway.  Lets just see where you're off to this time."

Mills followed the car to a nice restaurant.  He parked on the opposite side of the parking lot where he could get a clear view of the entrance.  A few minutes later, he saw the man from the bank, accompanied by a rather nice looking woman.  He watched as the man and woman entered the restaurant.

Mills sat back in his car, thinking to himself there was something about that woman, but what was it?  She looked vaguely familiar.  Did he know her?  He didn't think so, but still, there was something about her.

After about a half-hour Mills was bored, when the thought stuck. While they're in they're having dinner, I could just mosey on back to his house a poke around a little.  If I don't find anything, no one ever needs to know.

Now armed with a plan, he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

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Hannibal and Clarice were about halfway through with dinner when the Doctor felt something rub against his leg under the table.  As he looked to Clarice with an arched brow, she smiled wickedly as she continued the assault on the back of his right calf with her foot.

"Clarice, am I to take it that the food is not to your liking?"

"The food is fine Dr Lecter, I've just found something more to my liking," she said as she winked at him.

He knew as soon as she had called him Dr. Lecter, the night promised to be a long one.  One that he would look forward to with great anticipation, although he wasn't going to give up so easy, where was the fun in that.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Hannibal let his eyes fall to his glass of wine. After taking a sip he said, "You know I have had a rather long day Clarice, and was planning on turning in early."

"If that's what you want, but are you sure I can't persuade you to change your mind?"  She said innocently, as her foot made its way from his calf to the underside of his thigh.

So much for not giving up.  He reached under the table, grabbing her foot, then leaning toward her, he said in a passionate rumble, "In the car, now!"

Clarice smiled inwardly at her victory, but she knew first hand, by having made him lose his control, as slight as it was, there would be consequences.  That thought was enough to put a smile on her face that lasted all the way home.

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Agent Mills had picked the lock on the door to the villa, a trade he had acquired while running the streets of New York as a youth.

He entered, flashlight in one hand, 9mm in the other.  He looked around for awhile, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Proceeding to the bedroom, he saw two suitcases sitting on the floor.

He picked one up, placing it on the bed, he opened it to discover it was the woman's bag.  He looked through the clothing, not finding anything unusual.  Just as he was about to close the case, his hand brushed against something solid in the lid pocket.

Reaching inside, he pulled out a small, framed photograph.  The picture was of two women.  The first woman he recognized immediately as Agent Ardelia Mapp.  She had taught one of his classes at the Academy, she gave him a C.  The other, was the woman he had seen tonight.

All of the sudden it hit him.  Realization of who this woman was, who she was with, and whose bedroom he was standing in left him with a fear that would never be rivaled by anything he would ever encounter, even if he lived to be a hundred years old.

In a near panic, Mills put the photo back in the suitcase, setting the case back on the floor.  All he wanted now was to get the hell out of here and call someone, anyone.

Just as he was about to leave, a car pulled into the driveway.

"Oh shit!  Now what?  You're dead stupid that's what.  He's gonna kill you and have you for dinner.  Why the hell didn't I just go to Disneyland?  To late buddy boy, Mickey Mouse can't save you now.  Okay think, think.  They don't know you're here, so you got the upper hand right?  Yeah right, just face it, it's Mills burgers tonight.  Damn I wish there was a back door."

Figuring he was dead anyway, Mills decided he wasn't going down without a fight.  So he took cover in the hallway around the corner from the front door.  Maybe he could get lucky and surprise them.

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This will be a short one.  Duh (laughs at self)

I'm sorry to say I have the attention span of a nat.