~ Usual disclaimers apply. Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to get to the
point asap. Thanks for reading this far! ~
Two weeks after her birthday
Clarice Starling of the FBI flopped down into her worn out computer chair. It was hot, the sticky kind of hot, in her office and Clarice was on the edge. She was irritated at the dead end clues, and if one more person spoke to her she'd rip their head off. Just one of those days. Mostly due to the fact that he'd left her without telling her where to find him. True it was two weeks ago, but she was still pissed off.
~Although you're stripped of your duties, I know you wouldn't abandon them..~
Damn him anyway. She wasn't stripped of her duties, and she didn't plan on messing up again. He could have at least told her where to find him. True she'd turn him in, but still, didn't he consider it rude? Pieces of hair fell in to her face and she wiped them away with her oily palm. God she hated the summer, and this was a good reason why. Especially in Virginia, with no goddamn AC.
She was wearing her usual cutoffs although she hated seeing her legs, and a tank top, her hair pulled back into a tight braid that trailed down her back. Aredlia said she'd looked like Lara Croft. Clarice almost slapped her.
She needed to find Hannibal The Cannibal, and she needed to find him now. They where getting restless as was she. She needed some air for Christ sake, it felt like she was suffocating. Random thoughts and memories filtered in and out of her head.
The son of a bitch, who does he think he is?
…Who is your daddy, dear, is he a coal miner, does he stink of the lamp?
Fuck him anyway…
…getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the F..B..I..
The sadistic bastard…
Would you ever say to me, stop, if you loved me you'd stop?
Not in a thousand years asshole…
She shot her head up.
That's it! That's where he is!
The last place she'd look, and the only place secluded enough to be safe. She just didn't want to go there. That goddamn lake house. She calmly dialed in the number to Pearson's office.
"Pearson."
"Mr. Pearson, it's Starling. I think I have a good lead."
"Let's hear it Starling."
"Well sir, I think he might be staying at Krendler's old lake house by the Chesapeake. "
"The last place you saw him?"
"That's right sir." She lied.
"Well Starling, I'll send a few men out-"
"If you don't mind sir," she cut in, "I'd like to go along."
He sighed.
"Sure Starling. I'll send you in first, backup waiting outside. If you take too long, I'll send them in."
She was bait, again.
"Ok sir."
"Get ready Starling, we're sending you out as soon as possible."
"I'll be ready in about five minutes sir."
"Alright."
She hung up and grabbed her bag. If only her instincts weren't so hidden beneath that trapdoor she kept locked inside her mind, she would have stayed away. Because what she'd find at the lake house was far worse than a cannibal. In fact, she wouldn't find a cannibal at all.
Two weeks after her birthday
Clarice Starling of the FBI flopped down into her worn out computer chair. It was hot, the sticky kind of hot, in her office and Clarice was on the edge. She was irritated at the dead end clues, and if one more person spoke to her she'd rip their head off. Just one of those days. Mostly due to the fact that he'd left her without telling her where to find him. True it was two weeks ago, but she was still pissed off.
~Although you're stripped of your duties, I know you wouldn't abandon them..~
Damn him anyway. She wasn't stripped of her duties, and she didn't plan on messing up again. He could have at least told her where to find him. True she'd turn him in, but still, didn't he consider it rude? Pieces of hair fell in to her face and she wiped them away with her oily palm. God she hated the summer, and this was a good reason why. Especially in Virginia, with no goddamn AC.
She was wearing her usual cutoffs although she hated seeing her legs, and a tank top, her hair pulled back into a tight braid that trailed down her back. Aredlia said she'd looked like Lara Croft. Clarice almost slapped her.
She needed to find Hannibal The Cannibal, and she needed to find him now. They where getting restless as was she. She needed some air for Christ sake, it felt like she was suffocating. Random thoughts and memories filtered in and out of her head.
The son of a bitch, who does he think he is?
…Who is your daddy, dear, is he a coal miner, does he stink of the lamp?
Fuck him anyway…
…getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the F..B..I..
The sadistic bastard…
Would you ever say to me, stop, if you loved me you'd stop?
Not in a thousand years asshole…
She shot her head up.
That's it! That's where he is!
The last place she'd look, and the only place secluded enough to be safe. She just didn't want to go there. That goddamn lake house. She calmly dialed in the number to Pearson's office.
"Pearson."
"Mr. Pearson, it's Starling. I think I have a good lead."
"Let's hear it Starling."
"Well sir, I think he might be staying at Krendler's old lake house by the Chesapeake. "
"The last place you saw him?"
"That's right sir." She lied.
"Well Starling, I'll send a few men out-"
"If you don't mind sir," she cut in, "I'd like to go along."
He sighed.
"Sure Starling. I'll send you in first, backup waiting outside. If you take too long, I'll send them in."
She was bait, again.
"Ok sir."
"Get ready Starling, we're sending you out as soon as possible."
"I'll be ready in about five minutes sir."
"Alright."
She hung up and grabbed her bag. If only her instincts weren't so hidden beneath that trapdoor she kept locked inside her mind, she would have stayed away. Because what she'd find at the lake house was far worse than a cannibal. In fact, she wouldn't find a cannibal at all.