Petra was tense as she slowly took a seat opposite the one she offered to the FBI agent, folding her hands in her lap in what she hoped was a calm manner. Her mind was racing, trying to decipher how, exactly, Lindsey could have picked her out of this entire hotel as someone who may know anything about Dr. Hannibal Lecter. She knew her charade would be spotted as soon as she saw a picture of the doctor, her eyes would give her away, no matter how much she controlled her body language. Feeling like she was beside herself, watching as a spectator, Petra watched herself give a lovely performance. For all outward appearances, she seemed to know nothing of the sociopathic psychiatrist. All she knew of him, was from the books her mother had written. She watched this woman, younger than her, asking questions, and seemingly accepting her answers. Perhaps Petra had learned something from the doctor over the past six years. Special Agent Lindsey Singleton was rising from her chair, thanking Petra for her time, and was about to leave when everything fell apart.

The creek of the door in the bedroom was unmistakable and unable to be covered in the dead silence that now filled the suite. Both women immediately looked to the closed bedroom door, one with full knowledge of who was in there, the other very, very interested on finding out more.

"Miss Morricone, is there someone else in here?" Lindsey asked, causing the petite woman's head to turn back to her. Petra didn't lie, completely.

"Err, yes. My, uh, boyfriend. He was resting when you showed up. I thought it best not to disturb him." she finished with a sheepish smile, shrugging lightly. Lindsey looked as if she didn't buy a word of it. She remained polite, though, as she took a step away from the chair and towards Petra.

"May I speak to him? Just the same routine questions I asked you."

"I don't think that's a good idea…" Petra replied, backing slightly towards the door. She wasn't prepared for this eventuality. Why hadn't he stayed in the damn closet?! God, if he came out that door, everything would go to hell in a handbasket, FedEx, if you please. Lindsey was standing her ground, watching the retreating figure of Petra Morricone. She hadn't twitched since taking that step forward, and looked to be all business now. Remember, she's the one with the gun, Petra's mind chattered nervously at her, and somewhere else in there came back with a reply; Yes, but you've got a cannibal with a knife behind that door. It took a great effort not to snicker at that, she felt her hand touch the cold metal of the door knob, closing over it.

"Let me check with him." She twisted the knob and began to open the door. Lindsey came forward another two steps, almost causing Petra to panic. All she could see of the room was the edge of a bed and out the window, looking towards her own hotel down the street. Petra was closing the door slightly behind her, calling out in a steady voice.

"Honey? There's an FBI agent here who'd like to talk to you."

Petra did not know that Lindsey had stepped forward to the door, and had one hand on the knob and the other held her gun. Unfortunately, Lindsey did not know what was about to hit her as she pushed on the door slightly.

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Petra was staring nervously at him as she stepped into the bedroom, closing the door partially behind her. Her stomach was rapidly tying itself into knots as she looked up at Dr. Lecter, who was motioning her to be quiet with a finger laid against his lips. He heard Lindsey's quiet footsteps as she neared the door. Curious one, wasn't she? There was the tiniest of creaks from the door as she grasped the knob, the action pushing the door inward slightly. In turn, after gently moving Petra out of the way, he took hold of his own side of the door knob. Lindsey must have felt the resistance because the door stopped its inward swing. It took but a moment for her to push again, and he made his move, hand firmly grasping the knob as his other hand came up of its own accord.

"Miss Morricone? I…" the cool, polite tone quickly disintegrated into a shrill yelp as the door was yanked open, causing her to lose her balance. Before she could recover, Dr. Lecter had grasped her arm and had pulled her into the room. Allowing the momentum of his step backwards and the pull on her arm to carry her, Lindsey was flung none too gently onto the bed. Twin maroon orbs watched her roll ungracefully off the bed and onto the floor on the other side. She obviously had good training as she came back up within a few moments of her unceremonious landing. The gun had been knocked from her grip as she had been pulled into the room, and she was gathering herself to lunge back across the bed for it when Petra went at her.

Hannibal Lecter was already on his way out of the room when Petra lunged across the bed. He had to get out of here before he could be apprehended. Quickly, he made his way to the elevators, returning to his room to grab essential items and leave. Clarice couldn't be far behind, it had surprised him that she hadn't been here in the first place. She could possibly be checking the room at the Broadmoor, he had been a bit blatant on his part with that name. It was surprising that he had lasted so long under it before someone finally caught on. Trust Fate to make that someone be his Clarice. If Lindsey had found Petra, which seemed to be a fluke more than anything else, it stood a good chance that his alias here was the next on her list. That one had been clever, but from what he had learned in the past couple of days, Lindsey was very wise and quick for someone her age. So much like Clarice.

He was packed and gone from the hotel by the time the dark blue Crown Victoria had pulled into the parking lot, Clarice practically running from the car and into the hotel.

The scene Clarice found upon reaching Petra's room would have been comical if it weren't for the circumstances. It was straight out of high school, as the two grown women grappled in the middle of the bedroom. Lindsey had her hand firmly twisted in Petra glossy raven mane, while the shorter woman was clawing and slapping at Lindsey. Lindsey managed to get some kind of leverage and pushed Petra onto the bed, releasing a hand and groping for her handcuffs. Petra took advantage of this and slapped back at Lindsey, pushing her back from the bed and lunging off it. Clarice was almost fully across the sitting area as Petra tripped after leaving the bed. Lindsey was lunging after her, handcuffs out and raised in her hand as she threw herself to tackle Petra. Clarice could do little more than watch as both her partner and the not-quite-subdued Petra fell hard to the floor.

Lindsey finally managed to get the cuffs onto Petra's wrists and she sat back, kneeling over her captive. She brushed the hair from her face and looked up at Clarice, who was still having a hard time not laughing.

"So what have you two been up to?" Clarice asked, watching as Lindsey stood and tugged Petra up next to her. A look of distaste crossed Clarice's face as she got a good look at Petra for the first time. "Do I know you?"

Petra shook her head, "No. You know my mother, Jane Morricone. I do know all about you, though, Special Agent Starling." She was trying to remain polite, even with her hands cuffed uncomfortably behind her back, and a red welt forming on he cheek.

"Who was in the room with you, Miss Morricone?" Lindsey asked, staring into the emerald eyes that didn't waver.

"A friend. Dr. Brussel if you must know." she shook her head, tossing her hair back out of her face. Lindsey made a face as she looked up at Clarice.

"How did you make out?" Lindsey asked, taking a step towards the bedroom door, releasing her grip on Petra.

"He's gone, checked out a few days ago. Left his girlfriend there, but she didn't know who he really was. Unlike Petra here." Clarice narrowed her eyes as she stepped forward, took Petra's arm, and sat her in a chair. "Right, Miss Morricone?"

Petra looked away, ignoring the question. Clarice watched as Lindsey came back out with her sidearm and purse, making a beeline for the door. She glared at Petra momentarily as she passed.

"Where are you going?"

"Brussel's room. Ten to one, though, he's already gone." she looked back over her shoulder as she unlocked the door. "Coming?"

Clarice helped Petra ot her feet once again before she replied. "Sure, and then we'll have a nice little chat."

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