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sue, I don't have much money, etc.
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
PART 3: Which Road to Take?
Dropping her bag on the floor next to the door, Clarice walked in and kicking off her shoes sat down on the sofa and contemplated. She hadn't turned on the lights and it was rapidly getting dark. She didn't feel time slip by and soon the only light she got was from the faint moon outside.
What could the other reason to get captured? What did he want to show her? The tireless reminder that she had a day left kept flashing in her mind and broke her train of thought every time she tried to come up with anything reasonable.
The lights went on and in their brightness she had to close her eyes. It was Ardelia. Clarice didn't even hear her come in.
"What'ya doing by yourself in the dark?" she asked.
"Just thinking over…" Clarice murmured and looked like she was about to escape into thought once more.
"You had anything to eat?" Ardelia asked getting the groceries out of the bags in the kitchen.
"Um…" Clarice tried to form an excuse but her stomach protested loudly.
"You haven't, have you? Come on, let me fix us something…" Ardelia busied herself in the kitchen. Bringing in their food, she found Clarice asleep in the sofa and after a sigh and a shake of her head she covered her up and turned off the lights.
"He's going to be executed in two days… two days…"
"Would you ever say to me stop?"
"Why didn't you run?"
"If you love me then stop this…"
1.1 "There is another reason, Clarice, figure it out… figure it out"
Her eyes opened suddenly and her body shot up from the sofa. Clarice squinted at the bright light and realized it was morning. Taking a moment to look back upon her restless dreams, she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She felt like she hadn't slept at all, but for some reason her mind was sharper now.
She decided that she had to do SOMETHING to prevent the execution from happening; otherwise she'd never get rid of the guilt that still threatened to consume her once this was over. Picking up the phone she dialed Pearsall's office. It wasn't a good chance but it was the best one she had.
"Um, good morning, this is Clarice Starling…" she started.
"I'll put you through to Mr. Pearsall, hold on a second please," his secretary answered.
"Starling?" his rough voice filled the phone.
She didn't know how to approach the subject, so she started playing dumb, "Yes, sir I was wondering what is to happen to Hannibal Lecter now, sir?"
"Starling, I told you to get some rest and report back to work next week. Leave Lecter to us…" there was an impatient tint in his voice, but she couldn't let him brush her off like that.
"I understand that, sir. But you haven't answered my question sir…"
"You nearly blew it out there, Starling. If the justice department knew about how he got captured, you'd be looking for a new paycheck. So, just be glad I'm keeping this quiet and don't interfere with Lecter any more…"
"Sir…" she was trying very hard to suppress all those curses, which threatened to leave her lips.
"Starling, if you screw this up, you're gonna be looking at several charges, because I'm not going to be patient with you. And if you-"
She slammed the phone back in its holder and angrily brushed the strands of hair away from her face. Looking over at the clock, she saw she had exactly 24 hours left. What was she going to do?
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Please no more threats people! Lol! Better put those matches away because all should be revealed in the next chapter! Please have the reviews coming and I'll try to hurry! – Jane:)
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
PART 3: Which Road to Take?
Dropping her bag on the floor next to the door, Clarice walked in and kicking off her shoes sat down on the sofa and contemplated. She hadn't turned on the lights and it was rapidly getting dark. She didn't feel time slip by and soon the only light she got was from the faint moon outside.
What could the other reason to get captured? What did he want to show her? The tireless reminder that she had a day left kept flashing in her mind and broke her train of thought every time she tried to come up with anything reasonable.
The lights went on and in their brightness she had to close her eyes. It was Ardelia. Clarice didn't even hear her come in.
"What'ya doing by yourself in the dark?" she asked.
"Just thinking over…" Clarice murmured and looked like she was about to escape into thought once more.
"You had anything to eat?" Ardelia asked getting the groceries out of the bags in the kitchen.
"Um…" Clarice tried to form an excuse but her stomach protested loudly.
"You haven't, have you? Come on, let me fix us something…" Ardelia busied herself in the kitchen. Bringing in their food, she found Clarice asleep in the sofa and after a sigh and a shake of her head she covered her up and turned off the lights.
"He's going to be executed in two days… two days…"
"Would you ever say to me stop?"
"Why didn't you run?"
"If you love me then stop this…"
1.1 "There is another reason, Clarice, figure it out… figure it out"
Her eyes opened suddenly and her body shot up from the sofa. Clarice squinted at the bright light and realized it was morning. Taking a moment to look back upon her restless dreams, she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She felt like she hadn't slept at all, but for some reason her mind was sharper now.
She decided that she had to do SOMETHING to prevent the execution from happening; otherwise she'd never get rid of the guilt that still threatened to consume her once this was over. Picking up the phone she dialed Pearsall's office. It wasn't a good chance but it was the best one she had.
"Um, good morning, this is Clarice Starling…" she started.
"I'll put you through to Mr. Pearsall, hold on a second please," his secretary answered.
"Starling?" his rough voice filled the phone.
She didn't know how to approach the subject, so she started playing dumb, "Yes, sir I was wondering what is to happen to Hannibal Lecter now, sir?"
"Starling, I told you to get some rest and report back to work next week. Leave Lecter to us…" there was an impatient tint in his voice, but she couldn't let him brush her off like that.
"I understand that, sir. But you haven't answered my question sir…"
"You nearly blew it out there, Starling. If the justice department knew about how he got captured, you'd be looking for a new paycheck. So, just be glad I'm keeping this quiet and don't interfere with Lecter any more…"
"Sir…" she was trying very hard to suppress all those curses, which threatened to leave her lips.
"Starling, if you screw this up, you're gonna be looking at several charges, because I'm not going to be patient with you. And if you-"
She slammed the phone back in its holder and angrily brushed the strands of hair away from her face. Looking over at the clock, she saw she had exactly 24 hours left. What was she going to do?
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Please no more threats people! Lol! Better put those matches away because all should be revealed in the next chapter! Please have the reviews coming and I'll try to hurry! – Jane:)