DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters in this story which belong to Thomas
Harris. I'm just writing fan fiction and I don't get any pay to do this so
please don't sue!
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 9: The Dinner
Sitting next to the glass wall front of the café provided Clarice with the perfect view of their target. She had to keep reminding herself that this was Hannibal Lecter sitting opposite her and assisting on the case, but somehow it felt very natural working with him. She might even admit she enjoyed it.
It was still quite light, but the sunset would be gone soon. So far Lerry Plance hadn't made a wrong move but only seemed to observe everything from his place outside another café across the street. 'Searching for his next target," Clarice guessed and tried to follow his gazes. Coming up with too many faces to remember, she turned back to Dr Lecter, to find him looking at her.
"I'm still going to need evidence that this is Lerry Plance once I catch him," she tried to make conversation.
"Most probably has his passport on him," Dr Lecter assured, "He doesn't think anyone will find him here. Quite the simple-minded type, I'd say"
Clarice nodded, "Yes, I noticed. People like him usually tend to use the same weapon in every murder, so I won't be surprised if we find it on him tonight"
"Very good," he said, an amused grin spreading across his face. It was such a rare sight. She hardly ever saw him smile, but now he seemed to do it more often. For her?
"Thank you," she answered.
"Now enough about him," Dr Lecter said, "A simple mind does not require much thought. In fact, I'm beginning to believe you're deliberately avoiding something…"
The calm and controlled rhythm of his voice rolled off her skin and she tried desperately to hide all emotion when she said, "What would that be?"
He stood up putting on his sunglasses. "No time to debate I'm afraid, but I'm sure we'll have the pleasure to do so later" She looked across the street, finding the man they were tracking moving fast away from the café and disappearing into the crowd. They both followed him at nearly the same pace, not to give them away.
All other thoughts left her mind as she concentrated on not loosing Lerry Plance in the crowd. He turned a sharp corner and by the time they got there, no one was in sight and the alley turned out to be a dead-end.
"What now?" Clarice asked still observing the site.
"There's no point looking for him now – it could only give him more advantage…" Dr Lecter said turning back.
"You mean he already knows we're here?" she didn't want any more bad news.
"I believe so," he paused, but seeing her anxiousness he decided to continue, "What does he believe in, Clarice? Do you think he knew all those women he killed?"
"No… Yes," she answered not completely sure. Then after a little more thought she continued, "he believes in revenge… because of what happened to his wife?"
"Clever girl," Dr Lecter commented, making her try very hard to keep herself from smiling, "now where does that leave us?"
"Now he wants us?" she knew it was more a statement than a question.
"Which is why I insist I drive you home," he said reaching in his pocket to get out the keys to a black car parked right in front of them. She decided it was pointless to argue and got in. This seemed like much better than a bus home.
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I finally continued with the story! A few more chapters should finish it I think! I'm already writing the next ones so expect this to be finished soon! – Jane:)
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 9: The Dinner
Sitting next to the glass wall front of the café provided Clarice with the perfect view of their target. She had to keep reminding herself that this was Hannibal Lecter sitting opposite her and assisting on the case, but somehow it felt very natural working with him. She might even admit she enjoyed it.
It was still quite light, but the sunset would be gone soon. So far Lerry Plance hadn't made a wrong move but only seemed to observe everything from his place outside another café across the street. 'Searching for his next target," Clarice guessed and tried to follow his gazes. Coming up with too many faces to remember, she turned back to Dr Lecter, to find him looking at her.
"I'm still going to need evidence that this is Lerry Plance once I catch him," she tried to make conversation.
"Most probably has his passport on him," Dr Lecter assured, "He doesn't think anyone will find him here. Quite the simple-minded type, I'd say"
Clarice nodded, "Yes, I noticed. People like him usually tend to use the same weapon in every murder, so I won't be surprised if we find it on him tonight"
"Very good," he said, an amused grin spreading across his face. It was such a rare sight. She hardly ever saw him smile, but now he seemed to do it more often. For her?
"Thank you," she answered.
"Now enough about him," Dr Lecter said, "A simple mind does not require much thought. In fact, I'm beginning to believe you're deliberately avoiding something…"
The calm and controlled rhythm of his voice rolled off her skin and she tried desperately to hide all emotion when she said, "What would that be?"
He stood up putting on his sunglasses. "No time to debate I'm afraid, but I'm sure we'll have the pleasure to do so later" She looked across the street, finding the man they were tracking moving fast away from the café and disappearing into the crowd. They both followed him at nearly the same pace, not to give them away.
All other thoughts left her mind as she concentrated on not loosing Lerry Plance in the crowd. He turned a sharp corner and by the time they got there, no one was in sight and the alley turned out to be a dead-end.
"What now?" Clarice asked still observing the site.
"There's no point looking for him now – it could only give him more advantage…" Dr Lecter said turning back.
"You mean he already knows we're here?" she didn't want any more bad news.
"I believe so," he paused, but seeing her anxiousness he decided to continue, "What does he believe in, Clarice? Do you think he knew all those women he killed?"
"No… Yes," she answered not completely sure. Then after a little more thought she continued, "he believes in revenge… because of what happened to his wife?"
"Clever girl," Dr Lecter commented, making her try very hard to keep herself from smiling, "now where does that leave us?"
"Now he wants us?" she knew it was more a statement than a question.
"Which is why I insist I drive you home," he said reaching in his pocket to get out the keys to a black car parked right in front of them. She decided it was pointless to argue and got in. This seemed like much better than a bus home.
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I finally continued with the story! A few more chapters should finish it I think! I'm already writing the next ones so expect this to be finished soon! – Jane:)