Author's Note: Gotta love these little things… very entertaining… hehehe…
now for the story
Chapter 17: Unlawful Assistance
They had been driving for thirty minutes when Lecter finally pulled over onto the shoulder of the road.
"Wake up, Clarice." Lecter got out of the car and walked around to her side. "I can bandage your ankle now."
Clarice agreeably got out to sit on the hood of the car. Lecter pulled her up into a standing position and held Clarice close to him. He flashed her a mischievous smile, then helped her to sit on the hood of the car. Clarice just shook her head at Lecter, but said not a word.
She didn't know why she was putting up with him. 'Maybe things will get better after the flight,' Clarice silently thought to herself as Lecter carefully removed her shoe. It hurt, but she didn't flinch.
"Do you want some painkillers now?" Lecter asked her while feeling her foot for any abnormalities. "Sure, my foot does hurt." Clarice responded
Lecter stood up and walked over to the driver's side door. "And I get to put up with this for the rest of my life," he mumbled to himself. "She should be pleased I'm doing this for her. It's the best thing for her really… her job was going no where."
He found the Tylenol, extra-strength, and smiled. "This should put her to sleep."
He got out of the car and grabbed the bottle of water on his way. Lecter handed Clarice two extra-strength Tylenol, opened the water, and drank a couple mouthfuls before handing it to Clarice.
"It may be rude," Lecter told his conscience, "But look at what I must endure."
Clarice took the bottle from Lecter, put the two pills in her mouth and swallowed them with one mouthful of water. What she was doing this, Lecter wrapped her foot up with the tensor bandage he had picked up at the gas station.
After he was done this, he quickly picked up her shoe and sock from the ground, and tossed them onto the floor of the viper. Lecter then got out a picnic basket from the trunk and placed it beside Clarice's shoe.
"Come on," he said to Clarice as he picked her up. "Get in the car, fast. No games." Clarice just went along with Lecter, not saying a word. He half dropped, half set Clarice on the seat, then ran around to the other side of the car and got in.
"Open the picnic basket, and hand me a pair of sunglasses and the fisherman's hat." Clarice did as she was told. "Put the bright red lipstick on, tie the scarf around your neck, tie your hair back, and put on those glasses." Lecter appeared calm, but he was actually quite tense.
"What are the chocolate covered strawberries for?" Clarice asked in her West Virginia accent. "There is a police car coming up behind us with its lights off. Stay calm and please don't say anything." Lecter told Clarice as the car pulled up behind them.
He then smiled slyly as he put the window down. "Remember, I'm your husband. Play along." Lecter warned Clarice with a playful wink, and turned to greet the uniformed man coming up behind them.
"May I ask what you are doing sitting on the side of the road at this time of night?" The cop questioned Lecter. The good Doctor, staying calm, replied, "My wife and I were on our way to the airport… we simply stopped for a snack."
The cop shone his flashlight into Clarice's eyes. "Hey, Pretty." He winked. Clarice smiled and in an unusually high voice, without her accent, she replied, "Hiya, honey."
Lecter looked at her and shook his head, then turned back to the cop. "Is that all you wanted?" he asked in an innocent but manly voice.
"Uh… yeah… I guess…" the cop was in a daze. Lecter looked back to Clarice. She was smiling sweetly at the cop and was taking small bites of one of the strawberries while giggling. The cop still had his light on her.
"We'll be on our way then," Lecter said politely to the dazed cop. He rolled up his window and started to drive away.
By the time the cop snapped out of his daze and realized that he should have been questioning the couple, it was too late…
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A/N: Yup chocolate covered strawberries again…
Chapter 17: Unlawful Assistance
They had been driving for thirty minutes when Lecter finally pulled over onto the shoulder of the road.
"Wake up, Clarice." Lecter got out of the car and walked around to her side. "I can bandage your ankle now."
Clarice agreeably got out to sit on the hood of the car. Lecter pulled her up into a standing position and held Clarice close to him. He flashed her a mischievous smile, then helped her to sit on the hood of the car. Clarice just shook her head at Lecter, but said not a word.
She didn't know why she was putting up with him. 'Maybe things will get better after the flight,' Clarice silently thought to herself as Lecter carefully removed her shoe. It hurt, but she didn't flinch.
"Do you want some painkillers now?" Lecter asked her while feeling her foot for any abnormalities. "Sure, my foot does hurt." Clarice responded
Lecter stood up and walked over to the driver's side door. "And I get to put up with this for the rest of my life," he mumbled to himself. "She should be pleased I'm doing this for her. It's the best thing for her really… her job was going no where."
He found the Tylenol, extra-strength, and smiled. "This should put her to sleep."
He got out of the car and grabbed the bottle of water on his way. Lecter handed Clarice two extra-strength Tylenol, opened the water, and drank a couple mouthfuls before handing it to Clarice.
"It may be rude," Lecter told his conscience, "But look at what I must endure."
Clarice took the bottle from Lecter, put the two pills in her mouth and swallowed them with one mouthful of water. What she was doing this, Lecter wrapped her foot up with the tensor bandage he had picked up at the gas station.
After he was done this, he quickly picked up her shoe and sock from the ground, and tossed them onto the floor of the viper. Lecter then got out a picnic basket from the trunk and placed it beside Clarice's shoe.
"Come on," he said to Clarice as he picked her up. "Get in the car, fast. No games." Clarice just went along with Lecter, not saying a word. He half dropped, half set Clarice on the seat, then ran around to the other side of the car and got in.
"Open the picnic basket, and hand me a pair of sunglasses and the fisherman's hat." Clarice did as she was told. "Put the bright red lipstick on, tie the scarf around your neck, tie your hair back, and put on those glasses." Lecter appeared calm, but he was actually quite tense.
"What are the chocolate covered strawberries for?" Clarice asked in her West Virginia accent. "There is a police car coming up behind us with its lights off. Stay calm and please don't say anything." Lecter told Clarice as the car pulled up behind them.
He then smiled slyly as he put the window down. "Remember, I'm your husband. Play along." Lecter warned Clarice with a playful wink, and turned to greet the uniformed man coming up behind them.
"May I ask what you are doing sitting on the side of the road at this time of night?" The cop questioned Lecter. The good Doctor, staying calm, replied, "My wife and I were on our way to the airport… we simply stopped for a snack."
The cop shone his flashlight into Clarice's eyes. "Hey, Pretty." He winked. Clarice smiled and in an unusually high voice, without her accent, she replied, "Hiya, honey."
Lecter looked at her and shook his head, then turned back to the cop. "Is that all you wanted?" he asked in an innocent but manly voice.
"Uh… yeah… I guess…" the cop was in a daze. Lecter looked back to Clarice. She was smiling sweetly at the cop and was taking small bites of one of the strawberries while giggling. The cop still had his light on her.
"We'll be on our way then," Lecter said politely to the dazed cop. He rolled up his window and started to drive away.
By the time the cop snapped out of his daze and realized that he should have been questioning the couple, it was too late…
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A/N: Yup chocolate covered strawberries again…