Chapter 51

Clarice got back to the duplex rather late, after having been to the job interview, she had been hunting for a home.

She had finally found the perfect one. A flat in the vicinity of her new job that she would start on, on Monday. The flat had it all, a large bedroom, a kitchen where Clarice had decided she would learn to cook, a bathroom with a overly large tub, a work area, a hall and then there was the living room, it had windows that faced the park and an open fireplace. It was perfect. And Clarice couldn't wait to move in.

Clarice saw that the lights where on and thus Ardelia was inside waiting for a explanation. Clarice let out a deep sigh and moved.

She found Ardelia sitting in the kitchen. "Hi." Clarice's voice was cheery. "Hi, so...." Clarice took the bottle of Jack D. And a couple of cokes and two glasses and sat down across from Ardelia.

She made the drinks and pushed a glass towards Ardelia. "You know it's a long story." Clarice began.

"Then just summarize it for me." Ardelia took a sip of her drink. While keeping her gaze at Clarice. "All right. Got tired if a glass ceiling, wanted to start over, got a new job and a new flat, generally a new life, where there is no more FBI and Dr. Lecter." Ardelia was in the state of shock, and took a larger sip from the glass almost finishing the drink.

Clarice took a sip from her drink as well, while she waited for Ardelia to break the silence. When Ardelia just kept looking at her, Clarice decided to speak. "Will you help me move? And decorate my new place?" Clarice hoped it would be enough to wake Ardelia up. And she hoped that she would be as excited about this as she was her self.

"Sure thing girl." Ardelia smile sadly knowing that she would loose her roommate, and she prayed that she wouldn't loose her best friend as well. They finished the bottle and talked about her new apartment, and the new job she had gotten. Life seemed for once to be on the side of Clarice Starling, an ex. Special agent. Now she was simply (no never simply) Clarice added in her stream of thoughts. She was Clarice Starling a women.

It felt good to be that, and no more then that. The night was turning into morning, and Clarice and Ardelia was in full with packing all Clarice's things into boxes. It would take them all them. The music played laud, and they where singing along to the tunes they knew. Time passed swiftly and before either of them was aware of it, all her things was packed and ready for the finally move.

Ardelia and Clarice sat in the darken room; the sun was about to set. "Well girl, you owe me dinner." Clarice started to laugh. "Yeah looks that way."

4 months later.

Clarice had settle into her new life perfectly. The national tattler had a field day, with her quitting the bureau. But Clarice didn't care she had for a while thought that Dr. Lecter would come after her, but that thought was gone again, for he didn't show up, Clarice wasn't disappointed, there was no use in that.

Instead she concentrated on work. As head of security of the bank she made a pretty living, and she was enjoying it as well. Clarice had started to explore her femininity, and found that she was beautiful. She would never have thought that she would find her self amongst the high class, yet here she was, at dinner parties with the mayor, dance parties with the famous.

She sometimes wondered what Dr. Lecter might say if he saw her now, that is if he hadn't already. Though she could have whatever man she wanted, she always went home alone, and spent the night alone. Clarice had long accepted that there would only be one man in her life, and even though he wasn't there now, she hoped he would be, one day.

She had told him not in 1000 years. Clarice sat at her laptop. She was wondering what her next step should be. It would be risky, yet it needed to be done. She looked at the screen.

And the lighting strikes Clarice. The papers. What was it he had said? Place an and to A. A. Aaron. Well it was obvious that she couldn't use the name that he had mentioned.

Clarice sat in deep thought for a minute. What was it she had used in the dream? Helene. Yes it would Helene troy. How perfect it was coming together, and the message.

Clarice remembers a poem she had read recently. She called the papers. Made sure that the ad couldn't be traced back to her. She places the ad to be run the first Sunday of the month.

A/N so how many of you dear readers are anxious to meet the GD. Well make ready for he is about to make in entrance into this story yet again. Happy reading.