Chapter 37

Clarice and the agents arrived in the sunny LA. Clarice's thoughts wandered to Dr. Lecter, how he would react to seeing her again, what she would say to him, and how it all would end.

Clarice had requested help from the local FBI office as well from the local police; she wasn't about to take any chances. They had all gotten the same message, if he tried to pull anything shoot. Clarice knew he would, he would never allow any one, not even her to take him back alive, he had made that clear to her. Clarice knew that people were going to die, she only hoped that she could prevent that, that was the reason that she had decided for shoot and kill them both if it was necessary.

Somehow they had managed to not alert the media, it could be, that everyone knew what was at stake and no one was willing to put that on the line. Dr. Lecter had eluded the FBI for so long, every one was out for revenge, well all except one. Clarice was out to get her life back.

It seem like a joke to her, Crawford's warning, you don't want him inside your head, that was the understatement of her life. It was al too late of cause, she knew that he would always be there, hunting her, mocking her, telling her the truths she hated so much.

But he had never lied to her, she had once, and he had seen though her. would he do so again? No because she was not going to lie, it was that simply, she would up to him and tell him how the story was, and what happen from there would be up to him. Clarice didn't try to think beyond that, she couldn't predict what he was going to do. Kill her, sure death didn't seem as a bad thing anymore, it would be a release from this thing she call her life.

All the agents and police officers were in place, Clarice casual dressed had her handcuffs as the only weapon, she couldn't kill nor shoot him that much she knew. So she settled to the surprise of many for the lovely handcuffs and hoped that there wouldn't be a meat clever anywhere near.

Clarice walked up the street. She banished every thought, focused was apparent to get this done. The lavish afternoon sun bathed Clarice, her hair played in the wind as she close the distance to his home and workplace. She wondered if he knew she was there.

The black wooden door had a golden nametag on it and his office hours, to the right there was a door buzz. She pushed the bottom. Shortly there after there was a woman voice in the com. "Yes" "My name is Helena troy, I wondered if the doctor have time for an appointment?" "One moment." The seconds stood still, nothing moved. It was like people on the street stopped to see if she got in, Clarice held her breath, hoping he wouldn't see though her name, hoping for the obvious to be the perfect cloak.

"Yes, he can see you, come on up." It was on. Clarice walked in the door, ready to face her destiny.

A/N dear reader, I think this is the first time that I have managed to make a cliffhanger that I think matches the criteria for being a cliffhanger.... what will happen now... ohhh let's see. Hmm it could be fun.

Ta ta.