Hey everyone this is my first shot at writing a Hannibal fanfic . . . on this site at least. I don't know why . . . I just felt so moved. Please enjoy and remember that . . . this is going to get pretty graphic . . . but not in this chapter sooo . . .your safe . . .

Catch ya later

(Movie: Jodie Foster)

Six months time has passed since the good Doctor and out dear Starling have parted ways. We now find Clarice sitting in her lowly basement office. The talks of termination and disciplinary hearings, long gone and done with, Clarice finds herself surprisingly unhappy to be Special Agent . . . again.

Jack stood in the doorway, as he watched his young friend. He moved into the room, surprised when she didn't seem to notice, then he noticed her sly smile as he stopped beside her. "Hello Jack. What are you doing in the bitch cave?" Jack laughed at the intended joke.

"I came to see if you would like to go to dinner." Clarice turned away to roll her eyes.

"Actually Jack, I'm going home to soak in the tub for awhile. How about a rain check?" Jack smiled.

"I'll hold ya too it." Leaning down he placed a kiss on her cheek, oblivious of her inner disgust. "I'll see you later."

With the Jack left the room. Clarice sat for a moment more before standing and leaving her office. At home Clarice headed straight for the master bath. It was time for that long soak. Turning on the water and pouring her favorite scented soap, she went to her room to strip.

Coming back into the bathroom she placed her cell phone on a chair beside her head. Sinking into the steamy water, she thought. The water eased the tension from her aching muscles. She was sick, sick and tired. Sick of the F.B.I. using her as bait or a scapegoat and tired of Jack telling her that it's for the best. "It's not working anymore." Reaching for her cell phone, Clarice dialed Jack's home. "Crawford."

"Hey Jack its Clarice, I know I turned dinner down . . . but can you meet me somewhere?"

"Is something wrong? You said you wanted to relax." Jack stated sounding confused.

"No Jack I'm fine . . . kind of. I have to talk, can I meet you?"

"How much time do you need?" He asked sounding as though he were getting up from somewhere.

"Umm . . . how about an hour."

"Alright, we'll meet at Danny's Diner downtown. We can eat and talk." Clarice agreed and hung up.

Getting out of the tub she went back to her room. Grabbing a pair of low-rise cotton pants, a plain form fitting black T, her favorite pair of black lace underwear, and her most comfortable yet fashionable pair of black clunky boots. Now fully dressed and with a fine layer of chap-stick, she grabbed her purse and keys and was out.

It took 15 minutes to get ready and 30 to get down to the diner. Clarice found herself talking to her rear view mirror. "Jack I'm quitting. I'm sick of the F.B.I.'s crap being dumped on me and I'm sick of you telling me it's for the best or to keep my chin up." She laughed at her reflection. "Yeah that will work. I'm going to another playground because you and the other dickheads are mean to me and I'm not having fun anymore." She sighed. "I haven't been having fun for a long time." She heard someone chuckle behind her and felt the delicious shiver that ran down her spine, every time he was near.

"I did tell you once upon a time Clarice, that you needed to get more fun out of life." Dr. Lecter quickly placed a, chloroform doused clothe over her nose and mouth. She struggled for only a moment before everything went dark.

Ten minutes later Jack Crawford parked beside Clarice's Mustang and what he saw there would haunt him until the day he died. Driver side doors open, Clarice's Government Issue gun and badge on the passenger seat, and a note taped to the windshield written in the doctor's elegant hand.

Jackie Boy, have you ever wondered what she tastes like? I did and because you were the one to send her to me in the first place, and I find myself eternally grateful, I'll share my findings. But not now. No, we shall all be seeing each other again soon. Until then.

Ta ta

H.

Pulling out his cell phone Jack called the F.B.I., telling them that Dr. Lecter had stolen one of their own. His second call was for an ambulance, he was having a heart attack, if Dr. Lecter had Clarice again . . . he knew this time she would be lost to him forever.

Short I know . . . but I really thought that this would be a good place to break. But don't worry I'm typing up the next chapter as you read so . . . get to reviewing and I'll get the next part up as SOON as I can . . .

Byes

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