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Next chapter as requested people. Sorry it took me so long. Thanks for the wonderful reviews thus far.
Getting out of town as quickly as possible, with as much care as possible was his immediate plan. He was surprised the F.B.I hadn't shown at her door already, but was relieved none the less. Glancing once more at her flushed face he knew she was thinking the same. He watched as she tripped over a bag on the floor in her haste to drop the clothes and other possessions in her suitcase. He watched as she kicked it with an anger he had rarely seen. He watched the emotions trickle across her face knowing she had been watched. Turning towards him she smiled a little unevenly, before carrying on with her packing. He knew this was a lot to take in, she had barley had a chance to think about their union, and now this. Dropping the map to the floor he approached her, seeing the slight tremble as he did so. He knew it was not out of fear from him, rather the strain of emotions carried heavily on her back.
" Stop" the almost whispered plea did indeed stop him in his tracks and he watched as she kept her back to him, fighting with the zipper on the suitcase. Finally giving up the battle, she sighed, her shoulders falling, and turned to face him.
" I'm trying to be strong. Levelheaded. Composed. You bring out the emotions in me."
He understood her meaning and nodded his head to signify this. Turning away from her he picked up the discarded map and began to speak.
" If we leave within the hour we should be at the final destination before nightfall. It will be best if we stay put there for a while."
Nodding her understanding with a neutral face she didn't feel the need to speak about her lack of input on where exactly the final destination was. It was irrelevant anyway.
Looking around her room, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, her eyes fell on the bed and she smiled faintly in recollection. If only…
Snapping herself out of it, she quickly hauled the suitcase to her feet and began pulling the sheets from the bed, rolling them up and placing them in a plastic bag. Taking an old pair of tights from a drawer she began to quickly rub down the furniture in the room, before a gentle hand on her arm stopped her.
" There's no point Clarice. There's far too much evidence to incriminate me being here. I suggest we concentrate our efforts on getting as far from here in the shortest amount of time."
His voice was low and gentle as he watched her straighten, her eyes looking at the now dusty makeshift cloth in her hands.
" Yeah" she whispered, her eyes finally coming up to meet his. They shared a look of exchanged empathy, a small touching of lips, before they once again parted, the distance needed to keep their thoughts clear and focused.
Thirty-seven minutes later they were ready to leave. Taking a last look around the house, Clarice felt a pang of something she couldn't identify as she stood in the now silent living room. Leaning into the hard body that was suddenly behind her she felt his chest rumble with his words,
" Regrets? Second thoughts?" the words were spoken lightly but she could feel the weight of them around her.
" No, no regrets, no second thoughts, just saying goodbye."
She felt him nod his head and was glad for the understanding.
After making a tour of the house himself, just to keep himself happy, they eventually made their way through to the garage where Clarice had backed the car into earlier. Donning a baseball cap and dark sunglasses, Dr Lecter slipped into the passenger seat and watched as Clarice started the engine. Pulling gently out of the drive they were eventually on the road, Clarice's eyes fixed straight ahead. The silence was uncomfortable he knew, and quickly moved to break it.
" He will kill again"
The sudden statement was unexpected and she had to mentally slap herself to tune into what he was saying.
" The murderer from this morning you mean?" she just wanted to be sure she on the same page as he.
" Yes, I've been thinking about him since we left."
She nodded her head but didn't respond.
" He's probably in his early twenties, white, not very stockily built. He craves attention, something that was probably lacking in early life. He has no romantic connections and is from out of town. His killing was pre- meditated. He's given it a lot of thought, but the eventual victim was random. His copycat approach to it was not a lack of imagination. He's sending a message."
Clarice couldn't keep the smile from her face.
" And you know all that from reading an article in the tattler? You were really holding back on me in Baltimore weren't you doctor."
The statement was said light-heartedly and she was glad to see a smirk when she glanced across at him.
" Not at all dear Clarice, I was simply allowing you to reach the conclusions yourself."
Shaking her head in mock indignation she spoke,
" Sweet-talker. So what's the message? That he's the next Hannibal Lecter? And more importantly is he expecting an answer?"
He smiled at her. Her detective skills from the F.B.I where showing through.
" We will have to wait and see Clarice. Although one thing is certain."
She took her eyes from the now opening road to glance at him, willing him to continue. His deduction was really something to witness.
" He wont stop until he gets one."
I know it's a little short, but the following chapter is better. Please review?
Next chapter as requested people. Sorry it took me so long. Thanks for the wonderful reviews thus far.
Getting out of town as quickly as possible, with as much care as possible was his immediate plan. He was surprised the F.B.I hadn't shown at her door already, but was relieved none the less. Glancing once more at her flushed face he knew she was thinking the same. He watched as she tripped over a bag on the floor in her haste to drop the clothes and other possessions in her suitcase. He watched as she kicked it with an anger he had rarely seen. He watched the emotions trickle across her face knowing she had been watched. Turning towards him she smiled a little unevenly, before carrying on with her packing. He knew this was a lot to take in, she had barley had a chance to think about their union, and now this. Dropping the map to the floor he approached her, seeing the slight tremble as he did so. He knew it was not out of fear from him, rather the strain of emotions carried heavily on her back.
" Stop" the almost whispered plea did indeed stop him in his tracks and he watched as she kept her back to him, fighting with the zipper on the suitcase. Finally giving up the battle, she sighed, her shoulders falling, and turned to face him.
" I'm trying to be strong. Levelheaded. Composed. You bring out the emotions in me."
He understood her meaning and nodded his head to signify this. Turning away from her he picked up the discarded map and began to speak.
" If we leave within the hour we should be at the final destination before nightfall. It will be best if we stay put there for a while."
Nodding her understanding with a neutral face she didn't feel the need to speak about her lack of input on where exactly the final destination was. It was irrelevant anyway.
Looking around her room, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, her eyes fell on the bed and she smiled faintly in recollection. If only…
Snapping herself out of it, she quickly hauled the suitcase to her feet and began pulling the sheets from the bed, rolling them up and placing them in a plastic bag. Taking an old pair of tights from a drawer she began to quickly rub down the furniture in the room, before a gentle hand on her arm stopped her.
" There's no point Clarice. There's far too much evidence to incriminate me being here. I suggest we concentrate our efforts on getting as far from here in the shortest amount of time."
His voice was low and gentle as he watched her straighten, her eyes looking at the now dusty makeshift cloth in her hands.
" Yeah" she whispered, her eyes finally coming up to meet his. They shared a look of exchanged empathy, a small touching of lips, before they once again parted, the distance needed to keep their thoughts clear and focused.
Thirty-seven minutes later they were ready to leave. Taking a last look around the house, Clarice felt a pang of something she couldn't identify as she stood in the now silent living room. Leaning into the hard body that was suddenly behind her she felt his chest rumble with his words,
" Regrets? Second thoughts?" the words were spoken lightly but she could feel the weight of them around her.
" No, no regrets, no second thoughts, just saying goodbye."
She felt him nod his head and was glad for the understanding.
After making a tour of the house himself, just to keep himself happy, they eventually made their way through to the garage where Clarice had backed the car into earlier. Donning a baseball cap and dark sunglasses, Dr Lecter slipped into the passenger seat and watched as Clarice started the engine. Pulling gently out of the drive they were eventually on the road, Clarice's eyes fixed straight ahead. The silence was uncomfortable he knew, and quickly moved to break it.
" He will kill again"
The sudden statement was unexpected and she had to mentally slap herself to tune into what he was saying.
" The murderer from this morning you mean?" she just wanted to be sure she on the same page as he.
" Yes, I've been thinking about him since we left."
She nodded her head but didn't respond.
" He's probably in his early twenties, white, not very stockily built. He craves attention, something that was probably lacking in early life. He has no romantic connections and is from out of town. His killing was pre- meditated. He's given it a lot of thought, but the eventual victim was random. His copycat approach to it was not a lack of imagination. He's sending a message."
Clarice couldn't keep the smile from her face.
" And you know all that from reading an article in the tattler? You were really holding back on me in Baltimore weren't you doctor."
The statement was said light-heartedly and she was glad to see a smirk when she glanced across at him.
" Not at all dear Clarice, I was simply allowing you to reach the conclusions yourself."
Shaking her head in mock indignation she spoke,
" Sweet-talker. So what's the message? That he's the next Hannibal Lecter? And more importantly is he expecting an answer?"
He smiled at her. Her detective skills from the F.B.I where showing through.
" We will have to wait and see Clarice. Although one thing is certain."
She took her eyes from the now opening road to glance at him, willing him to continue. His deduction was really something to witness.
" He wont stop until he gets one."
I know it's a little short, but the following chapter is better. Please review?