Author's Note: Aha! So here is a little tale about a sexy FBI agent and a sexy madman. I started writing this in Math class during one particularly boring lecture and now it has turned into a major hobby. Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Hannibal and Clarice (and all the other characters) are not mine...they are Thomas Harris's. But if all goes as planned, come Monday morning...MUHAHAHAHAHA

Clarice slumped down into the chair in her office in the basement of the Human Behavioral Sciences building. Sighing, she picked up and shuffled through another folder of endless papers, each one more ridiculous than the last. She had been looking at leads to Dr. Hannibal the "Cannibal" Lecter for over three hours. Dropping the folder onto the desk, Clarice stood up. She walked over to the wall that was covered with various pictures of the doctor and his victims. Clarice stroked the picture that was her favorite one, if you could call it that. It was a black and white close-up of Dr. Lecter smiling deviously into the camera.

"Where are you, Doctor?" Clarice said softly.

"Making any progress?" a deep voice said behind her. Clarice yelped and spun around quickly. Jack Crawford was standing in the doorway of the basement.

"Mr. Crawford! You scared me!" Clarice gasped, clutching at her heart.

"I apologize for giving you such a fright," Crawford laughed. "I was just leaving and noticed that the light was still on down here. So I thought I ought to come down here and see how you are doing."

"I'm afraid I'm not having much luck." Clarice sighed, walking over to the desk and picking up a fat stack of folders, rubber banded together. "I've checked out these leads. All fake."

"Yes, I figured we were going to have a lot of them." Crawford said, taking the folders from Clarice. "Why don't you go home for the night? You've been working hard."

"Thank you, Mr. Crawford."

"Do you want me to wait and walk to your car with you?"

"No thanks," Clarice said, "I think I can handle it."

"Alright," Crawford said, adjusting the stack of folders. "I'll see you in the morning. Remember our meeting with Paul Krendler at eight."

"Of course, sir. Good night."

"Good night."

Clarice riffled through some papers for a few more minutes before she decided to really go home. She wasn't making any more progress tonight and she was exhausted. She grabbed her jacket and switched off the lights. Locking the door behind her, Clarice finally let her mind wander from her work.

Clarice walked through the myriad of hallways, passing now empty offices. She crossed the dim lobby, saying goodnight to Rob, the night watchman.

Clarice fumbled through her purse for her car keys as she walked towards her car. She pulled them out and nervously jangled them back and forth as she ventured across the dark parking lot. Reaching out to unlock her car, she became more anxious, suddenly feeling as though someone was watching her. She unlocked the door and quickly got in, re-locking the door. She sat there quiet for a moment, breathing deeply and trying to calm her nerves. Starting the car, Clarice drove out of the parking lot, headed for another long night alone.