DICSLAIMER: I'm not stealing anyone's characters! I'm only trying to entertain myself by writing a mushy fic! Lol! Please don't sue… I don't have much money!

SUMMARY: Dr Lecter visits Starling after Silence of the Lambs and it's something she can't let go off…

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic, which I think is a bit of an improvement from the last ones! Lol! I'd like to dedicate this one to Anouk (a.k.a. Troesnaja) for giving me a LOT of the ideas for this story! And of course Little-Starling for her continuous encouragement! I wouldn't have come as far as I did without you! Thanks!

Visitor By Jane

PART 4:

Settling in her 3 star hotel room was easy, but the place still lacked that 'homey' touch. You'd think the bureau would at least make you comfortable at work. She reached into her briefcase for the notes of the man they were after and lay down on the firm bed once again reading through them.

Has a history of smuggling weapons and drugs into the US. A starting serial killer. Captures his victims and keeps them locked in a small room for 7 days without food or water. Then kills them in the most gruesome and violent way imaginable, after which he takes their body to a quiet location and arranges it neatly, laying out flowers around it, as if covering up his deeds. Sometimes he paints onto their bodies.

She looked out the window, taking a moment to think. May be if she could figure out why, she could piece together who he is. She had a police sketch of him. They still didn't know all his abilities, but there have a been a few sightings of him in this area and that's where 2 of his murders took place. She was pretty sure he chose this place because it was far away from his home and no one would trace it back to him. The places where the bodies were found were very random too and the victims varied in age and gender.

She let out a sigh – where to start? There was so much to do and the raid was planned in the next couple of days. They could never succeed. A loud knock made her jump up from her bed and she went slowly to open the door. "Who's there?" She heard their voices and felt irritation seeping though her. Clarice didn't need an answer.

Opening her door she was faced with stares from her partners from the bureau. "Yes?" she urged them to speak.


"We are going to work on this thing – you coming?" the one who looked like he was in command said coolly.

As much as she disliked the idea of spending time anywhere in ten meters of them, she had a job to do. "I'll be out in 10 minutes," she answered before closing the door. She heard them saying something about women taking too long to make themselves look pretty. She scowled at the door and wished she could show them just how pretty they'd look after a good beating. Her fists clenched and she relaxed them again, thinking there's no use getting angry over them. They're just not worth it.

Her thoughts wondered to someone else. Someone much more calm and self-assured. Someone who she was sure was close by, watching all her moves, just waiting for the right time. She parted the curtains and looked into the street outside. She didn't quite know what it was she hoped to find. Although she knew she shouldn't, she did feel better knowing someone cared about her enough to watch over her in a way. Quickly changing her clothes she left her hotel room and made her way towards her companions.

They headed for a café and she wondered if they planned to set her up in some way, but dismissed the thought for the time being. "So…" one of them asked when they were seated, "What would you like to drink?"

"Nothing," she answered in a calm tone of voice, "I'd like us to look at the case file."

He agreed and took out the papers as if they were not of much value. "Suit yourself, coffee please" he said to the waitress.

"We haven't been properly introduced," said one of them, "my name is Agent Kirkins" he extended his hand and she reluctantly took his cold hand in a greeting.

"So is it true that Lecter and you…" another Agent next to her asked with interest.

Her head turned sharply and she gave him a look that could kill. "It's alright, we won't tell," Agent Kirkins added and the rest of them snickered.

"Gentlemen," she said with underlining sarcasm, "if there is no other purpose to this meeting, I suggest we meet again when you feel like working, until then goodbye." She left the café without a look back at them.

She tried to cool off in the in the street, but still felt traces of anger in her system. It was a grey, foggy day around her and most buildings and cars were damp from it. The grey clouds hang heavy across the outstretched sky, waiting for the right moment to spill.

How could she get assigned to work with people like that? She could have done so well in the behavioral sciences… if only they gave her the chance. Now it seemed her career was nothing but a long span of wasteland. Sighing her gaze traveled up to a shop window and she saw an elegant dress on display. It was deep blue and showed traces of rich purple in the fabric, when you looked from a different angle. The fabric looked soft and draped over the curves of the mannequin. 'Doctor Lecter would like that,' she thought. Then shook her head. 'I shouldn't care what he likes.' A look at the price tag was enough to start her walking again. There were just some things she couldn't afford to spend that much money on. That dress would probably get wasted at the bottom of her wardrobe because she wouldn't wear it.

She saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. She looked onto the reflection in a window. Could it be him? She turned to see the bus go by and the man wasn't in sight. She figured there was no point looking for him. If Dr Lecter doesn't want to be found, he wouldn't be.

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Agent Kirkins was back in his hotel room, dialing the phone next to his bed. Irritating Starling was fun, but he had bigger fish to catch. "Yes, hello, it's Agent Kirkins here". He listened to someone at the other end of the line.

"Yes, sir," Agent Kirkins said over the phone, "Not yet, but I believe everything is going how we planned it. We just need a little more time…"

"It better pay off, Agent," Krendler said from the other end of the line, "we're wasting time with her. We need someone behind bars to satisfy the public… Don't screw it up again, is that clear?"

"I won't sir," Agent Kirkins answered, "You'll have Lecter back in prison and Starling will lead us right to him…"

Satisfied, Krendler put down the receiver and a smug smile covered his face. He took a bottle of the cheapest bear and opened as if to celebrate a sure victory. He was glad he finally won't have to worry about that Starling. Ever since she started in the FBI she had done nothing but take away his fame. She didn't deserve to be in the lead if he could help it.

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Ok, I wasn't too sure of the plot as I was writing this, but now things cleared up! Please, as always, do tell me what you think of it! Reviews are greatly appreciated! And I'll try to hurry with the next part if my muse cooperates! Lol! – Jane:)