DISCLAIMER: ah hell, see the first chapter, same as that.
Once outside of the hotel restaurant Clarice finally began to look
agitated.
"Dr. Lecter," she began, "you better have a damn good excuse for being here."
"Simple my dear, I'm vacationing."
"And you say that it's tedious when people lie. Come on Doctor, tell me the truth, you are here because I am. Admit it, you are hardly the type to vacation in VA Beach."
"Well, I was considering checking out the scene.." He gave her a sly grin.
"DOCTOR! BE SERIOUS!"
"Okay, I'm here partially because you are here. But mostly I'm here because you are here with the charming Mr. Brigham."
"You're jealous. I don't believe it. So what are you telling me doctor? You haven't seen me in 7 years, you walk back into my life and I'm supposed to believe you are in love with me?"
"Clarice," she could tell he was beginning to get impatient. "I am here because, yes, I suppose you could call it Love. The mystery presents you get in the mail, that Mr. Brigham gets the all the credit for, come from me. But we can get to that later. Why, Clarice, are you here?"
Clarice rolled her eyes in exasperation; he knew damn well why she was here. Moreover, he's probably known for quite sometime.
"John and I are here for a week on vacation, Behavioral Science has been busy on a case and I've been working over time, so I took a week off," she trailed off, she didn't want him to know that she was considering his proposal or that there was even one if she could help it.
"Ah yes, of course, and you felt the need for Johnny to tag along with you? What is it that you are not telling me Clarice? Please share."
Ah, quid pro quo, she should have known this was coming. This conversation was getting to long, she didn't know how long Brigham could stay in there without calling the authorities.
The doctor, who seemed to sense her thoughts, smiled. "Or maybe another time Clarice, Johnny seems to be a bit, shall we say anxious in there. How about, dinner at 8?"
She didn't have a choice; it was obvious in his tone.
"Oh and Clarice," Dr. Lecter began as if it was almost something he forgot. "I don't believe I need to stress the importance of keeping out meeting between you and I?"
She nodded her head slowly and she headed back inside. She eyed John for a moment, he stayed exactly where he had been, standing and all.
John rushed to her side, exclaiming how worried he was about her and all the stuff that normally follows that phrase. She wasn't listening to a word he had to say. She couldn't get Dr. Lecter off of her mind, what was he expecting from her? Besides the fact that he just showed up out of the blue, he was expecting her to go to dinner with him? How the hell would she try and explain to John that she was going to dinner with the Centerpiece of the FBI's ten most wanted?
Finally, after seeing she was okay, John began to look angered.
"Who the hell was that Clarice? You just walk out on dinner, leaving me here standing like an asshole and don't say a thing but you have to speak with him?"
'He didn't recognize him! Okay girl come up with an excuse and pronto,' Clarice thought to herself. She was so amazed that Brigham didn't recognize him that she had to try and keep herself from smiling.
"John he's an old friend of mine from UVA. His name is Henry, Henry Lawson. I haven't seen him since I entered the academy and naturally I wanted to talk to him."
"That's it? He's just an old friend from your college days? Ah, Clarice, you had me scared for a second. I guess there was no real reason for it though, I trust you." Brigham looked beyond relieved.
Clarice was so relieved that he was buying everything she was saying and decided to play her cards wisely.
"Yeah JB that's it, no biggie. You have nothing to worry about, I'm all yours," she saw his eyes light up at that and decided not to address it, he was still waiting for her answer after all. "Although, Henry and I would like to catch up on old times its been more than 7 years since I saw him last. We have plans to go out to dinner tonight at 8, can you find something to keep you busy while I'm gone?"
"Of course Clare, I'll check out what there is to do around here, we still have 5 more days. So go have fun and find out what he's been up to all these years, and I'll plan us stuff to do." Brigham smiled brightly, planning a romantic dinner in his head for the following night.
"Thanks John you're the best!" Clarice kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
A glance at the clock told her that it was already 4pm. She was digging worriedly through her wardrobe when there was a knock on the door. Upon answering the door, Clarice discovered a member of the hotel staff with a lavish gift box. Starling tipped the man and accepted the box. Clarice opened the box and warily peeked inside, it was a dress. The most exotic dress she had ever seen, not even wanting to have a clue what this could have possibly cost she took it out of the box. It was a gorgeous, long lavender evening dress, accompanied with matching shoes and a purse. At the very bottom of the box was a note from the good doctor himself.
"Clarice, meet you in the lobby at 8:00, and please, don't be late."
Amazed, Clarice headed toward the shower wondering what this night could mean. The doctor surely must know she is already tied to someone else, and if he did, he must really not care. As Clarice stepped into the shower, she was more worried about John Brigham than she ever had been before, even when he was in Field Duty.
A/N: stayed up late to get this out, sorry I meant to put it out yesterday but damn those people at the gym I couldn't move for a day and a half! I didn't really check this over as well as I probably should have so I'm sorry if it doesn't meet expectations, I promise the next chapter will be better, we get to see what happens at dinner (, I still don't know exactly how long it will be or what the outcome will be, as always PLEASE REVIEW, I cannot write with out it, and thank you to all of those who did review, it means a lot to me.
Once outside of the hotel restaurant Clarice finally began to look
agitated.
"Dr. Lecter," she began, "you better have a damn good excuse for being here."
"Simple my dear, I'm vacationing."
"And you say that it's tedious when people lie. Come on Doctor, tell me the truth, you are here because I am. Admit it, you are hardly the type to vacation in VA Beach."
"Well, I was considering checking out the scene.." He gave her a sly grin.
"DOCTOR! BE SERIOUS!"
"Okay, I'm here partially because you are here. But mostly I'm here because you are here with the charming Mr. Brigham."
"You're jealous. I don't believe it. So what are you telling me doctor? You haven't seen me in 7 years, you walk back into my life and I'm supposed to believe you are in love with me?"
"Clarice," she could tell he was beginning to get impatient. "I am here because, yes, I suppose you could call it Love. The mystery presents you get in the mail, that Mr. Brigham gets the all the credit for, come from me. But we can get to that later. Why, Clarice, are you here?"
Clarice rolled her eyes in exasperation; he knew damn well why she was here. Moreover, he's probably known for quite sometime.
"John and I are here for a week on vacation, Behavioral Science has been busy on a case and I've been working over time, so I took a week off," she trailed off, she didn't want him to know that she was considering his proposal or that there was even one if she could help it.
"Ah yes, of course, and you felt the need for Johnny to tag along with you? What is it that you are not telling me Clarice? Please share."
Ah, quid pro quo, she should have known this was coming. This conversation was getting to long, she didn't know how long Brigham could stay in there without calling the authorities.
The doctor, who seemed to sense her thoughts, smiled. "Or maybe another time Clarice, Johnny seems to be a bit, shall we say anxious in there. How about, dinner at 8?"
She didn't have a choice; it was obvious in his tone.
"Oh and Clarice," Dr. Lecter began as if it was almost something he forgot. "I don't believe I need to stress the importance of keeping out meeting between you and I?"
She nodded her head slowly and she headed back inside. She eyed John for a moment, he stayed exactly where he had been, standing and all.
John rushed to her side, exclaiming how worried he was about her and all the stuff that normally follows that phrase. She wasn't listening to a word he had to say. She couldn't get Dr. Lecter off of her mind, what was he expecting from her? Besides the fact that he just showed up out of the blue, he was expecting her to go to dinner with him? How the hell would she try and explain to John that she was going to dinner with the Centerpiece of the FBI's ten most wanted?
Finally, after seeing she was okay, John began to look angered.
"Who the hell was that Clarice? You just walk out on dinner, leaving me here standing like an asshole and don't say a thing but you have to speak with him?"
'He didn't recognize him! Okay girl come up with an excuse and pronto,' Clarice thought to herself. She was so amazed that Brigham didn't recognize him that she had to try and keep herself from smiling.
"John he's an old friend of mine from UVA. His name is Henry, Henry Lawson. I haven't seen him since I entered the academy and naturally I wanted to talk to him."
"That's it? He's just an old friend from your college days? Ah, Clarice, you had me scared for a second. I guess there was no real reason for it though, I trust you." Brigham looked beyond relieved.
Clarice was so relieved that he was buying everything she was saying and decided to play her cards wisely.
"Yeah JB that's it, no biggie. You have nothing to worry about, I'm all yours," she saw his eyes light up at that and decided not to address it, he was still waiting for her answer after all. "Although, Henry and I would like to catch up on old times its been more than 7 years since I saw him last. We have plans to go out to dinner tonight at 8, can you find something to keep you busy while I'm gone?"
"Of course Clare, I'll check out what there is to do around here, we still have 5 more days. So go have fun and find out what he's been up to all these years, and I'll plan us stuff to do." Brigham smiled brightly, planning a romantic dinner in his head for the following night.
"Thanks John you're the best!" Clarice kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
A glance at the clock told her that it was already 4pm. She was digging worriedly through her wardrobe when there was a knock on the door. Upon answering the door, Clarice discovered a member of the hotel staff with a lavish gift box. Starling tipped the man and accepted the box. Clarice opened the box and warily peeked inside, it was a dress. The most exotic dress she had ever seen, not even wanting to have a clue what this could have possibly cost she took it out of the box. It was a gorgeous, long lavender evening dress, accompanied with matching shoes and a purse. At the very bottom of the box was a note from the good doctor himself.
"Clarice, meet you in the lobby at 8:00, and please, don't be late."
Amazed, Clarice headed toward the shower wondering what this night could mean. The doctor surely must know she is already tied to someone else, and if he did, he must really not care. As Clarice stepped into the shower, she was more worried about John Brigham than she ever had been before, even when he was in Field Duty.
A/N: stayed up late to get this out, sorry I meant to put it out yesterday but damn those people at the gym I couldn't move for a day and a half! I didn't really check this over as well as I probably should have so I'm sorry if it doesn't meet expectations, I promise the next chapter will be better, we get to see what happens at dinner (, I still don't know exactly how long it will be or what the outcome will be, as always PLEASE REVIEW, I cannot write with out it, and thank you to all of those who did review, it means a lot to me.