Okay LadyofTruths, You gave me what I asked for, so this one's for you.

Thank you to all that reviewed, I wish I could hug you all!

P.S. Would someone be so kind as to volunteer to head the search party for DianaLecter?

P.S.S. Sorry Kurt, I needed a moosh fix!

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Chapter 2 The Game Is Over

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Clarice had already checked one of the spots that she thought Hannibal might go, but with no luck. Her second choice turned out to be the correct one. Driving down the deserted path, that was barely wide enough to accommodate the BMW they were in, Ardelia blurted out to her, "STOP!"

"Whatcha got Delia?"

"I think there's a truck parked over there in the brush," she said as she pulled her weapon from its holster.

Clarice's heart skipped a beat, knowing Hannibal had been driving the truck to 'take care of business.'

The two women exited the car and Clarice motioned with her hand for Ardelia to come in from the right side as she took the left. Silently, they approached the truck. Ardelia made a wider pattern, gesturing to Clarice to move in closer. Knowing Ardelia had her back; she crouched down as she made her way to the tailgate of the truck. Standing just high enough to look into the bed of the truck, there was no sign of Mr. Mills. Staying close to the side of the truck, she peered into the cab, it was empty. Then she heard Ardelia in a controlled whisper call,

"C, over here."

Clarice headed for Ardelia's voice. When she came upon her friend, Ardelia was just standing, looking at the ground. Clarice followed her friend's eyes to the spot she was staring at. There appeared to be a small piece of clothing on the ground, along with a fair amount of blood. Clarice walked over to the spot, bending down to retrieve the cloth. A lump formed in her throat as she realized that it was material from the shirt Hannibal was wearing when he left.

"What is it girl?" Ardelia's voice startled her back to reality.

"It's his." was her only response.

Ardelia reached out and took the small piece of blood stained cloth from Clarice. As she examined it, she noticed writing on the material, along with a bloody fingerprint.

"Hey girl look at this, there's something written here."

The lump in Clarice's throat, slid all the way down to become a twisted pile of knots in her stomach as she read the words:

You forgot what he is

Jack Crawford's words echoed through her mind for the first time in many years. She heard the warning he had issued her so long ago, now louder than the lambs had ever been.

"Do you know what it means?" Ardelia asked.

"I don't know Delia. If Crawford was still alive I might have an idea, but I just don't know."

"The Guru? What does he have to do with this?"

"I'll explain it when we get home. You drive the car, I'll get the truck."

Clarice made a final sweep of the area; making sure that there was no trace of their visit, before her and Ardelia headed for home.

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Hannibal sat in his make shift cell with the knowledge that Clarice would no doubt be looking for him by now. He smiled at the thought that she would be kicking herself for worrying about him, but this time she had the right. He made a mental note that in the future he would have to cut her some slack. Besides, it was one of the many qualities he loved about her.

He was relieved to know that Ms. Mapp would be with her now, not that she couldn't take care of herself, but if her temper was left unchecked, who knows what she would attempt.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the bolt slide on the door. When the door finally opened, he watched as the figure came down the stairs holding something in his right hand.

His captor went to the workbench and released the cables holding the Doctor and started to pull, forcing Dr. Lecter into a standing position. When he was finished tightening the cables, Dr. Lecter stood spread eagle against the wall. The figure came to stand directly in front him, now revealing the contents of his right hand. Dr. Lecter showed no emotion as the man unfurled the Doctor's own harpy.

Stepping within arms reach, as if still afraid of what Dr. Lecter could do even from his current position, the man brought the knife to the Doctor's stomach. He exerted only minor pressure as he drug the blade horizontally across Dr. Lecter's abdomen, slicing a thin line through his shirt and first few layers of skin. The Doctor showed no sign that he had felt the blade, only remaining focused on the man in front of him. Apparently finished with his work for the time being, he released Dr. Lecter back to his sitting position and went back up stairs.

When Hannibal heard the bolt slide on the door, he relaxed and let his thoughts drift back to Clarice and hoped she was prepared for what was to come.

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Early the next morning, armed with directions from Clarice, Ardelia set out for the local authorities. The women had discussed it at length before finally deciding it was the only way. Ardelia was taking the material with the bloody fingerprint in hopes that it could be identified and that it was not Hannibal Lecter's.

Ardelia would explain how she found it somewhere on the other side of the city while she was site seeing and hope they might be able to get some clue as to what was going on. Clarice had cut the writing off, leaving only the print. It was a risk, but they had no other choice.

Clarice paced nervously waiting for Ardelia to return with news. She decided to grab her coffee and sit on the steps out front and wait. As she opened the door, her eyes locked on the doormat.

She knelt down to retrieve the object, not believing it was really there until she touched it. Sitting down on the steps, she finally started to cry.

When Ardelia pulled up, she saw Clarice sitting on the steps, with her head in her hands. As she walked up to the steps she said, "What is it? What's happened?"

Clarice lowered her hands, handing the object she'd found to Ardelia.

"Is this what I think it is?"

Clarice just shook her head.

Ardelia was amazed at the weight of the harpy in her hand. It was perfectly balanced, but it was also covered in dried blood. She could still make out the inscription that read: To H love C.

"I really hate to add to your grief, but we have an even bigger problem." she said as she handed Clarice the results on the fingerprint.

Clarice took the envelope and pulled a sheet of paper from it. As she read the results, she sat in total disbelief. They did indeed have a bigger problem than she could have ever imagined.

The results read:

Results on fingerprint:

16 point match; Right thumbprint

Subject positively identified as; William Graham