A/N: It's story time again!!! I've been away from posting stories for a
long time, being busy and a writers block where the main reasons. But I'm
back with a new story which you hopefully will like! Remember I am not from
English origin, so please be gentle if I've made spelling or grammatical
faults. I also want to thank you all for the great stories I've had the
pleasure of reading this few months, keep up the good work!
Disclaimer: The characters here in are the property of Thomas Harris. No
copyright infringement is intended.
Timeline: follows film canon from the movie Hannibal.
Becoming a woman or staying a FBI Agent?
Chapter 1: Aftermath.
He had escaped. She watched over the Chesapeake Lake, but there was no sign of him. There was just the little boat floating over the Lake. Meanwhile the FBI showed up, she couldn't believe how dirty the words sounded when she had to shout: I am Clarice Starling, FBI. She didn't feel like a FBI agent anymore, not after all the events that had happened. First she was suspended because of that prick, Paul Krendler who was punished by a cannibal for her and had to eat his own brain. She went to rescue the most wanted criminal on the Verger barns and even worse, she let him escape that evening on the Chesapeake, what kind of FBI agent was she? But the worst of all was that she didn't even feel bad about everything she had done, everything she had done was out of her strong feelings about right and wrong. She felt that she had handled right in her eyes. After all the FBI had done to her, she began to doubt if she even wanted to be an agent anymore. And she realised all of that because the things Hannibal Lecter had said to her.
Enough thoughts about that, she was too tired. She watched the ambulance people carry Krendler out of the house on a stretcher and into the ambulance, she heard some agents talk about his condition and it didn't look good. She hated Krendler but he didn't deserve to die this way. The ambulance drove away with Paul and an agent was interrogating her about the events. She told everything, except for the kitchen-scene between her and the doctor. She still couldn't believe what had happened there. He had said some things that confused her and above all he had kissed her! She didn't know what she had done if she hadn't had her cuffs under her dress; she was so surprised of his action. She felt guilty though about cuffing him because of his reaction. She never expected him to cut of one of his own fingers, at the moment she really thought he would cut of her hand or one of her fingers instead of his. Why hadn't he cut of hers? After he had freed himself he had cuffed her to the kitchen table and left her there. She quickly took the cuff-key out of her shoe and ran after him, but he was gone. Although she was still drugged she remember everything. After the interrogating she was being checked by the ambulance people. Except for the aftermath of the drugs Doctor Lecter gave her she was okay, even her shoulder-wound was still beautifully stitched after their kitchen struggle. She was brought home by an agent and when she arrived home she had a phone call from Pearsall that she still was suspended until they had investigated everything about that evening and what had happened between her, Doctor Lecter and Krendler.
She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a glass of Jack Daniel's, it probably wasn't such a good idea with the drugs still flowing in her veins but she didn't care. She was walking to the living room when she passed a mirror in the hallway; she stopped in front of it. She remembered what Doctor Lecter had said to her; "All you need for that Clarice is a mirror." She looked at her reflection; she was still wearing the black, revealing dress he had putted her in. Was this the way he saw her, as a woman not as an agent? She never wore any dresses, because it wasn't functional for her work but now as she was looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw the woman Clarice Starling, not Special Agent Starling and she actually liked it. Although she would never wear such a revealing dress, it still looked beautiful on her. She shook her head. Come on Clarice, who are you fooling, you're an agent not a beautiful classy woman, you'll never be. She sighed and walked to the living room where she sat in one of her armchairs. It was the same chair she woke up in when the Doctor had been in her home. All right, ENOUGH! She told herself. She relaxed and took a sip of her drink. She relaxed and fell asleep.
Becoming a woman or staying a FBI Agent?
Chapter 1: Aftermath.
He had escaped. She watched over the Chesapeake Lake, but there was no sign of him. There was just the little boat floating over the Lake. Meanwhile the FBI showed up, she couldn't believe how dirty the words sounded when she had to shout: I am Clarice Starling, FBI. She didn't feel like a FBI agent anymore, not after all the events that had happened. First she was suspended because of that prick, Paul Krendler who was punished by a cannibal for her and had to eat his own brain. She went to rescue the most wanted criminal on the Verger barns and even worse, she let him escape that evening on the Chesapeake, what kind of FBI agent was she? But the worst of all was that she didn't even feel bad about everything she had done, everything she had done was out of her strong feelings about right and wrong. She felt that she had handled right in her eyes. After all the FBI had done to her, she began to doubt if she even wanted to be an agent anymore. And she realised all of that because the things Hannibal Lecter had said to her.
Enough thoughts about that, she was too tired. She watched the ambulance people carry Krendler out of the house on a stretcher and into the ambulance, she heard some agents talk about his condition and it didn't look good. She hated Krendler but he didn't deserve to die this way. The ambulance drove away with Paul and an agent was interrogating her about the events. She told everything, except for the kitchen-scene between her and the doctor. She still couldn't believe what had happened there. He had said some things that confused her and above all he had kissed her! She didn't know what she had done if she hadn't had her cuffs under her dress; she was so surprised of his action. She felt guilty though about cuffing him because of his reaction. She never expected him to cut of one of his own fingers, at the moment she really thought he would cut of her hand or one of her fingers instead of his. Why hadn't he cut of hers? After he had freed himself he had cuffed her to the kitchen table and left her there. She quickly took the cuff-key out of her shoe and ran after him, but he was gone. Although she was still drugged she remember everything. After the interrogating she was being checked by the ambulance people. Except for the aftermath of the drugs Doctor Lecter gave her she was okay, even her shoulder-wound was still beautifully stitched after their kitchen struggle. She was brought home by an agent and when she arrived home she had a phone call from Pearsall that she still was suspended until they had investigated everything about that evening and what had happened between her, Doctor Lecter and Krendler.
She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a glass of Jack Daniel's, it probably wasn't such a good idea with the drugs still flowing in her veins but she didn't care. She was walking to the living room when she passed a mirror in the hallway; she stopped in front of it. She remembered what Doctor Lecter had said to her; "All you need for that Clarice is a mirror." She looked at her reflection; she was still wearing the black, revealing dress he had putted her in. Was this the way he saw her, as a woman not as an agent? She never wore any dresses, because it wasn't functional for her work but now as she was looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw the woman Clarice Starling, not Special Agent Starling and she actually liked it. Although she would never wear such a revealing dress, it still looked beautiful on her. She shook her head. Come on Clarice, who are you fooling, you're an agent not a beautiful classy woman, you'll never be. She sighed and walked to the living room where she sat in one of her armchairs. It was the same chair she woke up in when the Doctor had been in her home. All right, ENOUGH! She told herself. She relaxed and took a sip of her drink. She relaxed and fell asleep.