Clarice was glad, that she had gotten around to shopping, she had bought everything that would make it an unforgettable night, or at least she hoped.

She had bought a CD player and some classical CDs, everything she needed for dinner, new sheets for her bedroom and the spare room, and she had even bought her self a new dress and a night gown, and china and scented candles.

Clarice had decided to take a long bath before she would get started on the dinner, she was tense, and had a hard time trying to relax. To she while the water was running in the tub, she lighted all the candles every where in the house and put Goldberg's variations on, she could always relax to that, and she then returned to the bathroom, where she put lavender oil in the water, she put her dress and the shoes, and then slipped into the water.



Lecter had no difficulty following Clarice's direction. And sure she had been generous with the leads. And short time later he arrived at her house. He parked his car, not too close to the house. When he got out of the car he could hear the music.

He couldn't help but wonder if the music that was chosen was for him or that Clarice had acquired some taste on that area. The sun was beginning to set behind the mountain. The door was wide open. Lecter didn't bother to knock. The music was just a bit high for his taste, but he decided to look around the house first, and then meet Clarice eye to eye, body to body.

When he entered the dinning room he was again surprised, there was candles every where, the music was coming from the dinning room as well. He continued to the kitchen, where he found the entire inventory was new. And when he opened the fridge it was also filled. So she has finally learned to have proper food. He ventured up to the second floor, he could hear water, he found his way to her bedroom, he saw the dress on the bed, and the shoes on the floor. The door to the bathroom was as the front door, open.

Clarice didn't hear him, but somehow she knew that he was in the house. Lecter moved silently into the bathroom. Clarice was so relaxed that it appeared she was asleep. Lecter decided to return to the kitchen, though it was apparent that Clarice wanted to cook, she seemed to have forgotten about time. Dinner won't wait. Lecter thought and went to the kitchen where he began to prepare the dinner.

Clarice became fully aware of his presence when the music was lowered. So he was here, it's time. Clarice got up and started to get dress. Half an hour later she was ready, she went to the stairs, the smell of food reached her nostrils. Oh he beat me to it...

Clarice hear the soft tones of music from the dinning room, the smell of scented candles greeted her, but Lecter was not there.

Clarice decided to stay in the dining room. His metallic voice was in her head once again. "Never ask it spoils the surprise" Clarice also wanted to show him, that she could be patient. She sat her self in the sofa, and simply waited. Her hand concealed his harpy.

She didn't have to wait long.

"Good evening Clarice" she didn't flinch, she simply looked up. He was dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt similar to the one he wore 5 years ago when they last met. "Good evening Dr. Lecter." She smiled. "I am sorry I wasn't there to greet you, I seemed to have forgotten time." He walked over to the set table and poured two glasses of wine.

"So Clarice, you have me truly intrigue, I can't wait to hear why, so please do tell, and I hope I don't need to say it, but don't lie or I'll know." Lecter handed her a glass of red wine.

A/N yeah I know, a weird place to stop, but I thought better now the later, when they are having a little talk. But don't worry I will keep writing so it's bound to be more chapters up very soon. But tell me what you think, I am dying to know.... so where's review????