Hi, so I've had this idea in my head since May. So I decided to give in to my muse and begin writing it. This is my first Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal fanfiction. Please be kind. I decided to give Clarice her book appearance. My OC, Moira Jensen's hair color is darker than Clarice's. I pictured Moira having fiery red hair, light copper highlights and hazel eyes. Please read and review and tell me how the chapter is. Sorry if the case isn't as exciting at first. For as you know I am not Tom Harris.

A/N: No Flames please. I don't own anything except the plot. I need at least two reviews to post the next chapter. I would love some feedback. Thank you it is greatly appreciated~Serria Spell23. The plot is slightly Au it takes place after Clarice solved the Buffalo Bill case. However, Lecter is still in the asylum. Hope that's not too confusing.

Ch.1-Paired with Clarice

Mr. Crawford called my entire class to his office. "Alright, the FBI academy has decided you're ready for mentors. I'll call you forward one by one to tell you who you're paired with."

I bit my lip, an annoying habit I did when I was nervous. I hoped I got someone understanding and not overly strict. Crawford beckoned me closer to his desk. I gulped, crossing my fingers.

"Moira, how do you feel about Clarice Starling?" My hazel eyes lit up. Truth be told I'd admired her ever since she'd solved the Buffalo Bill case, plus I was dying to ask her what it was like working so closely with Dr. Lecter. I heard the click of high heels coming down the hall. All my classmates' heads turned as they gasped.

"Agent Starling," the group said in unison, "what are you doing here?

She smiled, "Mr. Crawford paged me. He said I should report to his office immediately. Now, what was so important?" The agent sat down in the chair next to me. I shifted my weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. Chancing a glance in Clarice's direction, I let a small smile turn up the corners of my mouth. "Ah, I see, it's time to mentor the trainees," she replied. I nodded, pushing a strand of my auburn hair out of my eyes.

My mentor rose from the chair and left the office. "Clarice, wait!" I ran to catch up. She sighed and slowed her pace. When I reached her side, I met her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just never wanted any trainee to get injured on my watch, for personal reasons." I kept my mouth shut, not questioning further out of respect. We walked to her office. My mentor went in ahead of me and sat down behind the desk placed in the center of the room. I sat across from her, glancing quickly at my hands folded neatly on my lap.

I heard a chuckle escape my mentor's mouth. "I don't bite, relax. What's your name?"

"Moira S. Jensen, Agent Starling and it's an honor to be able to learn under your guidance. Were you afraid when you confronted Dr. Lecter?"

"Yes and no," Clarice answered, "but I had to find the courage to prove to Crawford that I was a valuable assert. Women are underestimated in this line of work. So, I wanted to prove myself and for some strange reason Lecter only will talk openly to me."

I nodded still a bit confused. "What case are you solving now?" She nudged a case file over to me.

"Another serial killer, this one carved a symbol onto the back of each victim's wrist and slit their throats. However, the killer made sure the blood droplets fell in specific spots. A pattern."

As I stared at the symbol, my memory supplied the word pentagram. I felt a sickening feeling, my stomach twisting uneasily. "Um…Agent Starling," I mumbled.

My teacher looked up from the file's materials. "What is it, Moira? By the way you can call me Clarice, I don't mind."

I nodded, "Do you know anything about pentagrams?"

"Yes, they're used primarily to represent goodness and purity but some people think inverted pentagrams symbolize evil when they're present in cults or rituals. Why?"

"I remember seeing a news story dealing with a killer that murdered his victims following that pattern. I'm unsure of all the details. Clarice, do you think the murderer has created a sick delusion that by eliminating these people the world will be a better place?" My eyes widened as I finished explaining my thoughts. My mentor shook her head, attempting to chase away the images that invaded her mind.

"Quite possibly, Moira," Clarice said, returning her attention to the case file. "Serial killers often have their own view of reality."

Perfect! Now I'm going to have to visit the asylum to chat with Dr. Lecter. I don't want to expose Moira to him so soon. She doesn't know what he's capable of, the agent thought.

"Are you okay, Clarice?"

"Yes, Moira, I'm fine. I was just planning our next steps."

There was a knock at the office door. Mr. Crawford poked his head in and stared at us. "How's it going?"

Clarice blew a stray hair out of her face. "We're making progress. This suspect likes carving inverted pentagrams into the victims' wrists."

Crawford nodded slowly, "That's a good lead for now, Starling keep working on it." I drummed my fingers on the desk, trying to concentrate. The answer had to be hidden somewhere in the pattern I just needed to connect the dots. After he left, my teacher turned her attention to me.

"Did you find anything?" I sighed, shaking my head. I laid it down on her desk. She laughed lightly and I got the impression she didn't often well on the job. The agent rested her fingers against her temples, hoping it would help her think. "Shouldn't you be returning to the academy, Moira? I wouldn't want you to be punished," she inquired, changing the subject.

"My teachers know I'm here and besides I'd rather help you," I stated, grinning excitedly.

Clarice smiled, "I know but I wouldn't want you to miss anything important. Also in the morning, I'm going to have to talk to Dr. Lecter and see if he can get inside the killer's head."

My eyes lit up almost instantly as I gazed at her with a determined expression on my face. "Please, Clarice, can I come with you?" She closed her light blue orbs, her head in her hands.

Taking a deep breath, my mentor opened them, meeting mine evenly. "I'd prefer if you didn't accompany me, Moira. You don't know what Lecter is capable of and if something happened to you; Crawford would never forgive me."

"I can handle myself. You're able to deal with him so shouldn't I be able to also?" I placed my hands on my hips irritated. I did not understand why Clarice refused to believe I'd be safe.

My teacher sighed, threading her fingers into her copper hair. She knew that if she didn't allow me to go, I would demand to know the reason. Lecter couldn't be trusted. Clarice always had to be on her guard. Though he'd never hurt her she wasn't positive he wouldn't try to harm me. The agent couldn't risk taking any chances. After an internal battle, Starling finally reached the conclusion that she'd just have to be extra careful.

"Clarice?" I called, waving a hand in front of her face.

"Moira, I've thought about it and I've decided that you can go. But you must stay beside me at all time and don't put your fingers through the glass!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Glass, what glass?"

My mentor rolled her eyes, "It's difficult to explain just don't whatever you do. Now, you better return to the academy, Moira, get a good night sleep and prepare for tomorrow."

"Okay thanks, Clarice."

She chuckled; "Let's just hope Lecter feels like cooperating."

I left already thinking about tomorrow. I must admit I was pretty eager—more than I should be to learn how he thought. What thoughts could occupy the mind of the infamous Hannibal Lecter? I bit my lip, excitement coursing through my veins. I went back to my dorm and got ready for bed. As I closed my hazel eyes, I replayed the events of the day and I was eager for another to begin so that I could come face-to-face with Dr. Lecter.