Thanks to AMC for showing Silence of the Lambs a million and seven times.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my sneakers.
Rating: T just because.
A/N: Unbetaed so shut up. Love you :)
Summary: A little drabble that got caught in the dark hole I call my head. Sara angst…of course.


I feel like Clarice from Silence of the Lambs, watching a man day in, day out. Examining his every move, cataloguing every step he takes. Every word he speaks holds some deeper, darker meaning. He is so calm in his ways, he speaks the truth but with ambiguity that's enough to drive a woman mad.

Hannibal Lecter was a scary man, no doubt, but Gil Grissom puts him to shame. Hannibal eats a person until they are no longer living he takes only a few precious moments to demolish, Grissom can take years. Killing from the inside out, he eats the heart, soul, and mind of a person until all that's left is the feeling of loss. No matter how far one runs they will never be able to escape the pain he leaves behind.

Much like Clarice, I am terrified of my prisoner. He is so much more intelligent than I but somehow I will win the war against him. I will find the victim before the end of the movie, even if I am the victim.