NOTE: THIS STORY IS BASED OFF OF THE BOOK "RED DRAGON," THE BOOK "THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS," MOST OF THE BOOK "HANNIBAL," AND THE ENDING TO THE FILM "HANNIBAL." I DID THIS BECAUSE THIS STORY COULDN'T EXIST IF CLARICE AND HANNIBAL ESCAPED TOGETHER. I ALSO THINK THE MOVIE ENDING MAKES MORE SENSE. I AM PROBABLY ALONE ON THAT THOUGHT, BECAUSE I AM ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE THAT DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HANNIBAL AND CLARICE TOGETHER.
ALSO, I WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF INCORRECT FACTS IN HERE. BUT HEY, I JUST WROTE THIS FOR FUN SO DON'T TAKE THE SCREWUPS TOO SERIOUSLY.

Special Agent Clarice Starling of the FBI examined the corpse of the teenage boy, or at least what was left of him. The kid had been decapitated and scratched up pretty badly. Any methods of identification were impossible. In fact, the FBI would have never identified the boy if the killer hadn't carved "MY NAME IS IVAN" into his back. Starling examined the rest of the boy's body. The body had been virtually untouched other than the head and back. There were no signs of sexual assault. The only other thing that was wrong with Ivan was that a note had been stapled to the sole of his foot reading "2."
This was the third victim of the murderer nicknamed "The Headless Horseman" by the papers in three months. The alliteration of the name reminded Clarice of Buffalo Bill.
Starling wiped the sweat from her brow as the hot Arizona sun beat down on her. The previous two victims had been dumped in the desert as well, all in the state of Arizona. Starling bent down and examined the note that had been stapled to the teen. There was always a number. The strange thing was that the numbers had been counting down. The first victim, Charlie Lipowicz had "4" stapled to his foot, and Alice Randall had "3." It was obvious that the killer wanted the police to know that this was his work.
The resident forensic experts had not been able to find a shred of evidence on any of the victims. They had commented that "this guy is perfect," but Starling knew that was impossible. In the academy, they taught you that no matter what, when one person comes in contact with another, no matter what the circumstances, there was always some incriminating sign that the contact had taken place. Always.
Clarice did the once-over that she always did, not expecting to find anything. Even though at least five people had examined the bodies for any DNA or evidence as to who this madman was, and none had found anything, she still looked.
Clarice stood up and removed her gloves, stepping under the police tape back to her car. She turned on the engine, irritated as hell that they couldn't catch this son of a bitch. She didn't bother to wave to the other officers as she backed away.

Clarice Starling entered the FBI field office for the southwest, nicknamed Cacti Corner. Nobody really liked the nickname.
Starling flashed her badge at the secretary, and the woman silently buzzed Starling in. Starling went to her computer terminal and searched the Missing Persons database for anyone with a first name of Ivan. Only one name came up, that of Ivan Cavalier. Starling ran her fingers through her hair.
FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling had been transferred to the Headless Horseman killings after the disappearance of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. The FBI had transferred her because they felt her services "would be better spent here," as her boss had put it. The truth was that the FBI wasn't getting any new information on Dr. Lecter, and they didn't expect to for quite a while. Starling had been in Arizona for four months now, and she had been unable to do anything the entire time. Tomorrow Starling would find out more about Ivan Cavalier, but she knew it wouldn't help. There was no other connection between the victims and the killer other than the fact that they had been abducted and then murdered by him or her. Every victim lived alone, with no friends or family that the communicated with. She hated being useless here. The offices were being flooded with possible leads, and several other agents were in charge of following up on them. None had actually possessed any truth whatsoever. Starling was just waiting for the Horseman to make a mistake, and it irritated her. She only had the bodies to go on, and no one could do anything. She had a sheet of paper with all the important information forensics had given her, and none of it even came close to a lead. The best and the brightest had been brought in to solve this case, and even Starling couldn't do anything with the information other than a suspect profile. All of the best FBI agents, past and present, had been brought in to catch this madman. All except one.
Starling clicked on the database tab marked "Former Agents" and typed in, "Graham, Will."