A sequel to……well you know. Enjoy (I hope)

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

I Still Wanna Play

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It had been six months since their encounter with Special Agent Jeff Mills.

Hannibal and Clarice had secured a very comfortable residence in London, true it wasn't Florence, but for the time being, it would do.

It was a beautiful morning as Clarice made her way downstairs, letting her nose guide her to the most wonderful smell that she could imagine coming from the kitchen, COFFEE.

There she found Hannibal, cooking breakfast, as usual.

"That smells wonderful," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Thank you my dear, it should be ready in a few minutes. In the mean time you might want to check the paper, there's something in it you might find rather interesting." Leaning his head back over his shoulder, he kissed her cheek and winked.

She gave him a final squeeze before turning to check out the paper. Looking at the paper on table, "The Tattler?" she said.

"Don't you remember? He responded.

It only took her a moment before she said, "uh-oh."

"Ahh, I see your memory has returned."

Clarice picked up the paper and quickly found what she was looking for.

A message in the personals that read:

Bonnie and Clyde

The pot is boiling.

Guardian Angel

Clarice looked up from the paper to Hannibal and said, "Looks like something's up."

"It would appear," he said as he placed a plate of food before her, "But it will wait until you have eaten."

Hearing her stomach growl, she decided he was right.

As soon as Clarice had finished with her meal, she got up and went in search of her cell phone.

Locating the cell, she dialed the number from memory as she waited patiently for an answer.

After about seven rings she heard the voice on the other end say, "Agent Mapp."

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When Clarice got the boot from the Bureau, it didn't sit well with her friend. After having expressed her feelings to Pearsall, which had done nothing more than piss him off, well worth the three day suspension I might add, she was determined to stand by her ex room mate.

After reading Agent Mills report on the incident in California, Ardelia decided to place an ad in the Tattler just to see if Clarice would respond. Remembering the name Dr. Lecter had given Clarice if she ever chose to contact him, she figured it was worth a shot.

The first message had read:

A.A.Aaron

Need to talk. No tricks.

P. Pam

Ardelia didn't know if Clarice would even see the message and if she did, whether or not she would respond to it.

All she knew was that she missed her friend.

To her surprise, a couple weeks later her cell phone rang and it was Clarice.

They talked for a good two hours. Clarice being cautious, at first, determined her friend was on the level. As they got caught up on current events, Clarice thought it was hysterical that her friend had gotten suspended for sticking up for her. They talked about Dr. Lecter and that he had been the one to discover Ardelia's message.

Finally running out of things to say, Clarice told Ardelia if she needed to talk with her again to use the Tattler as before, but they should change the names, so Clarice picked Ardelia's name and likewise, Ardelia picked the happy couple's name.

Clarice laughed as she remembered the look on Hannibal's face when she told him of Ardelia's choice.

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"Hi Delia it's me, what's up?"

"Hey girl hang on a minute."

As she waited, Clarice heard Ardelia yell, "I don't care what he told you, but you better care about what I'm telling you, do you understand me?"

"Yes mam," a meek voice replied.

"GOOD, now get your butt out of my office and shut the door on your way out!"

"Hey C, you still there?" Ardelia wouldn't use her friend's name in the office.

"Yeah Delia, I'm still here," she said trying to control her laughter.

"Where do they get these kids from?"

"I know what you mean, Delia."

"As a matter of fact, that's why I contacted you."

"How's that again?"

"You remember Agent Mills don't you?"

"How could I forget," she said as Hannibal came up behind her, putting his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Well you guys better be on the lookout, Mills has lost his marbles."

"Why, what's happened Delia?"

Ardelia explained to Clarice that after their 'run in' with Agent Mills, he was basically destroyed mentally. He had been seeing a therapist ever since that night, with no success. The Bureau had no other choice but to relieve him of his duty. That had been the last straw.

"They took his badge a couple of weeks ago and the last thing anyone heard him say was,

I'm gonna kill um both."

"I really appreciate the warning Delia, but I doubt Mr. Mills is bright enough to track us down."

"May-be girlfriend, but two days after his dismissal, he boarded a plane for London.

Now, I don't know where you are and I don't want to, but I thought you should know."

Clarice just looked at the phone and then to Hannibal. He then took the phone from Clarice.

"Agent Mapp, I'm afraid Clarice will have to get back to you, she seems a little tongue tied at the moment. Thank you for the very interesting information. I assure you we will put it to good use.

Be well, Agent Mapp."

Hannibal turned off the phone and handed it back to Clarice. Taking the phone she asked,

"Any thoughts?"

"Several come to mind my dear, but the only one I'm concerned with, at this moment, is the one that contains you," he said as he grabbed her, pulling her to him for a exhilarating kiss."

When he released her, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly she said, "I do think better when I'm horizontal."

"That was definitely the thought I had in mind," he said as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.