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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
1 PART 4: Moment of Truth
Dialing the phone a second time, after she cooled down from the previous call. Clarice cleared her throat as she heard someone pick up and answer on the other end of the line. "Good morning, this is Clarice Starling, with the FBI… I need to see a prisoner. Could you tell me what time I could come by?"
"Anytime, ma'am," a male voice with a thick American accent answered her, "except may be lunch hour at 2… there won't be many to assist you… Any other time is fine…. Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?" The line was dead so the youth shrugged his shoulders and hang up the phone as well.
Swiftly getting dressed, Clarice grabbed a few things to eat and tried to think through the heaps of thoughts in her mind. Glancing at her watch, it was 12:45. She didn't have much time. Grabbing her purse and a pair of sunglasses, she got into her Mustang and headed to the shops.
Finding a baseball cap, she put it on before exiting her car to enter a department store. 20 minutes later she came out with a few bags and started her car once again. She gripped the steering wheel harder to keep her hands from shaking.
Parking her car by the exit of the prison and turning off the engine, leaned her head on the steering wheel and tried to compose herself or at least decide on what she was going to do. Feeling an internal battle about to start, she shut away her feelings the best she could and decided not to think about it too deeply because time was short.
She heard the clock mark the second hour and slowly got out of the car. Her bag on one shoulder she took steady steps towards the prison he was in. There was no receptionist on the desk and hardly anyone was walking around the main entrance. She let out a sigh of relief she didn't realize she had been holding.
Clarice knew the way to his cell by heart and had no trouble finding her way in the long corridors. Coming down to the basement she heard voices and slight panic washed over her. Coming through the door she saw only one guard sitting by the desk, listening to his radio or recording. Her mind worked fast as she approached him.
"Excuse me, sir,"
He turned around looking her over. It wasn't the same one that she saw yesterday. "Can I help you ma'am?" he asked letting his voice sway. She felt sick. Was he trying to make a pass at her?
"Yes," hiding her feelings well she tried to smile, "Can you show me where Dr. Hannibal Lecter is situated? One of the guards on ground floor told you could show me…"
"Sure can," he smiled revealing a row of badly kept teeth. When she didn't make any sign to start another conversation, he got up and started unlocking the heavy metal door leading to the cells.
She followed him in and just as he was about to close it she said: "Oh, there's no need – it'll only be a minute" When he gave her a questioning look she added, "Could you leave it open for me – I'm claustrophobic"
"Alright, but I'll have to come in here with you…a fragile lady like you could get scared of the dark!" he said giving her another smile which made her stomach turn. She hoped it didn't show and did her best to concentrate on the task ahead. She could still walk away form this. The guard walked casually down the darkened corridor as if he was royalty until he approached the cell Dr Lecter was in. He stopped and stared at him reading a book.
"Hey, wake up," he banged his keys on one of the bars to get the doctor's attention. She didn't want to look at Dr Lecter, afraid she'd lose whatever courage she had. She was sure he must've been annoyed with the guard by now, but it didn't show in his calm exterior. As the guard proceeded in trying to get his attention the back of a gun hit him over the head. Her body froze in utter shock as she looked down at his unconscious form at her feet. She didn't think she would do it until it happened. Her eyes traveled up to meet the doctor's maroon depths, with some amusement showing on his face. He looked like he knew it from the moment she walked in. She couldn't walk away now, but if she could, she wasn't sure she really wanted to.
Snapping out of her shock, Clarice decided that she had to finish what she had started and quickly searched the guard for the keys. Trying several in the lock she tried to avoid his piercing gaze. Managing to get it open, he got up and they looked at each other for a moment which seemed to last much longer than in reality.
Finally breaking the silence his soothing voice whispered, "Well hello, Clarice…"
That was enough for her mind to start racing again. "Dr. Lecter… I need you to put these clothes on," she handed him the bag in which she carried items she bought that same afternoon.
Slowly taking it from her, he looked somewhat amused by the idea of her buying clothes for him. She turned around allowing him to change. He was much faster than she imagined and when Clarice turned around he had dragged the unconscious form of the guard into his cell and proceeded in placing him on the bed and covering him up. "A nice surprise for the afternoon inspection, you see," he explained with a grin.
He was wearing casual clothes as anyone else might wear on the warm afternoon. She watched him lock the door to his old cell and after putting on his cap he started walking out. She was close behind and was amazed when she checked her watch. It only took them less than 5 minutes. Now the challenge was to walk out without being noticed.
Instead of taking the main entrance, where there was likely to be more people now, they found the back exit and managed to get past the few guards talking to each other on their break. As they were going out the door, Dr Lecter took her hand in hers and at first she stiffened but soon sound it quite warm and comfortable against hers.
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Okay, here was what I intended to happen all along! Hope you enjoyed it… I plan to continue this story for a few more chapters, so please let me know what you think of this…And of course THANK YOU for all the encouragement you already gave me, because I probably wouldn't have made it this far without ya! – 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
1 PART 4: Moment of Truth
Dialing the phone a second time, after she cooled down from the previous call. Clarice cleared her throat as she heard someone pick up and answer on the other end of the line. "Good morning, this is Clarice Starling, with the FBI… I need to see a prisoner. Could you tell me what time I could come by?"
"Anytime, ma'am," a male voice with a thick American accent answered her, "except may be lunch hour at 2… there won't be many to assist you… Any other time is fine…. Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?" The line was dead so the youth shrugged his shoulders and hang up the phone as well.
Swiftly getting dressed, Clarice grabbed a few things to eat and tried to think through the heaps of thoughts in her mind. Glancing at her watch, it was 12:45. She didn't have much time. Grabbing her purse and a pair of sunglasses, she got into her Mustang and headed to the shops.
Finding a baseball cap, she put it on before exiting her car to enter a department store. 20 minutes later she came out with a few bags and started her car once again. She gripped the steering wheel harder to keep her hands from shaking.
Parking her car by the exit of the prison and turning off the engine, leaned her head on the steering wheel and tried to compose herself or at least decide on what she was going to do. Feeling an internal battle about to start, she shut away her feelings the best she could and decided not to think about it too deeply because time was short.
She heard the clock mark the second hour and slowly got out of the car. Her bag on one shoulder she took steady steps towards the prison he was in. There was no receptionist on the desk and hardly anyone was walking around the main entrance. She let out a sigh of relief she didn't realize she had been holding.
Clarice knew the way to his cell by heart and had no trouble finding her way in the long corridors. Coming down to the basement she heard voices and slight panic washed over her. Coming through the door she saw only one guard sitting by the desk, listening to his radio or recording. Her mind worked fast as she approached him.
"Excuse me, sir,"
He turned around looking her over. It wasn't the same one that she saw yesterday. "Can I help you ma'am?" he asked letting his voice sway. She felt sick. Was he trying to make a pass at her?
"Yes," hiding her feelings well she tried to smile, "Can you show me where Dr. Hannibal Lecter is situated? One of the guards on ground floor told you could show me…"
"Sure can," he smiled revealing a row of badly kept teeth. When she didn't make any sign to start another conversation, he got up and started unlocking the heavy metal door leading to the cells.
She followed him in and just as he was about to close it she said: "Oh, there's no need – it'll only be a minute" When he gave her a questioning look she added, "Could you leave it open for me – I'm claustrophobic"
"Alright, but I'll have to come in here with you…a fragile lady like you could get scared of the dark!" he said giving her another smile which made her stomach turn. She hoped it didn't show and did her best to concentrate on the task ahead. She could still walk away form this. The guard walked casually down the darkened corridor as if he was royalty until he approached the cell Dr Lecter was in. He stopped and stared at him reading a book.
"Hey, wake up," he banged his keys on one of the bars to get the doctor's attention. She didn't want to look at Dr Lecter, afraid she'd lose whatever courage she had. She was sure he must've been annoyed with the guard by now, but it didn't show in his calm exterior. As the guard proceeded in trying to get his attention the back of a gun hit him over the head. Her body froze in utter shock as she looked down at his unconscious form at her feet. She didn't think she would do it until it happened. Her eyes traveled up to meet the doctor's maroon depths, with some amusement showing on his face. He looked like he knew it from the moment she walked in. She couldn't walk away now, but if she could, she wasn't sure she really wanted to.
Snapping out of her shock, Clarice decided that she had to finish what she had started and quickly searched the guard for the keys. Trying several in the lock she tried to avoid his piercing gaze. Managing to get it open, he got up and they looked at each other for a moment which seemed to last much longer than in reality.
Finally breaking the silence his soothing voice whispered, "Well hello, Clarice…"
That was enough for her mind to start racing again. "Dr. Lecter… I need you to put these clothes on," she handed him the bag in which she carried items she bought that same afternoon.
Slowly taking it from her, he looked somewhat amused by the idea of her buying clothes for him. She turned around allowing him to change. He was much faster than she imagined and when Clarice turned around he had dragged the unconscious form of the guard into his cell and proceeded in placing him on the bed and covering him up. "A nice surprise for the afternoon inspection, you see," he explained with a grin.
He was wearing casual clothes as anyone else might wear on the warm afternoon. She watched him lock the door to his old cell and after putting on his cap he started walking out. She was close behind and was amazed when she checked her watch. It only took them less than 5 minutes. Now the challenge was to walk out without being noticed.
Instead of taking the main entrance, where there was likely to be more people now, they found the back exit and managed to get past the few guards talking to each other on their break. As they were going out the door, Dr Lecter took her hand in hers and at first she stiffened but soon sound it quite warm and comfortable against hers.
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Okay, here was what I intended to happen all along! Hope you enjoyed it… I plan to continue this story for a few more chapters, so please let me know what you think of this…And of course THANK YOU for all the encouragement you already gave me, because I probably wouldn't have made it this far without ya! – Jane:)