My first chapter was basically a "I'm just starting this story, so don't
get mad if I totally screw it up, ok?" chapter. Anyway, I'm starting this
next chapter as soon as I can, but if I have a writer's block, it might be
awhile before the next chapter gets up.
Disclaimer- Ginny, Malif, Marie, Nicholas Burn, - all others to be added are mine. The rest are Thomas Harris'. (Sorry Tommy if I ruin your amazing characters!)
Rating- R For Language, content and sexual situations/talk.
A/N- Uh. Enjoy and review. PLEASE * whines *
Song- The Juliana Theory "Do You Believe Me?" (If you must ask, YES I DO like The Juliana Theory!)
Chapter 2
Clarice pulled into her driveway and opened her garage door. She pulled in and turned off her car. A steady rain had begun to fall, and she ran quickly to the door to unlock it. Ginny grabbed her school bag out of the backseat and grabbed her pop, and followed to the door.
"Just put your soda here, and come back down. We'll talk about this report, ok?" Clarice said, calmly.
Ginny nodded and walked upstairs to the guest room, that more or less had became her own room, since she moved in with her aunt. Trying to add her own touch to the room, she had hung up some posters of some punk bands, and hung a strand of Christmas lights around. She tossed her bag on her chair, and sat down on it, facing her desk. She smiled at the pictures placed upon it. A picture of her late mother, who died when Ginny was fourteen, of cancer, her father who basically disowned her, and her twenty-four year old brother, Jamie. It was a picture taken in London, a vacation her father had been looking forward to. Jamie's arm was around Ginny, her father's on Jamie's shoulder, his arm around his wife. Ginny was disclosed from her mother.
In another frame, was a picture of her best friend, Brandi, whom she had left back in Washington when she moved here. The picture that she was tempted to push down, was the one of her and her old boyfriend, Earl. He was a handsome boy of eighteen, almost nineteen. He had curly brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. He was an athlete who had protected Ginny till she moved away. A letter she receive from Brandi stated that he had started dating a cheerleader shortly after she moved. It had broken her heart.
She opened the desk drawer, and pulled out her lined notebook, filled with pictures and articles on Hannibal. There was a picture, off the internet, of him playing the piano, romantic candles set about him. Ginny sighed as she thought of how her aunt didn't want her to be in the presence of him. She pulled out a jewelry box, in which she kept pictures that Mr. Lecter had drawn of her aunt. One with a lamb in which Clarice cradled in her arms. Another one was one Lecter had drawn the year before, when he had escaped to Florence, Italy. He had sent it to her by letter, and it was a nude portrait of her, one which Ginny envied most.
"GINNY?! YOU COMING DOWN?!" Clarice's voice yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah!" She yelled back, putting the pictures in the jewelry box and sliding it behind her desk. She slipped the notebook in the drawer and pulled off her coat and threw it on her bed. She ran down the stairs, and slid down the banister, landing on the rug.
"You know I hate when you do that," Clarice said, her head appearing from the doorway by their kitchen.
"Yeah, that's why I did it," Ginny said snootily, and walked past her aunt into the kitchen.
She pulled out a bar chair, and sat down at the island.
"Are you angry with me over this silly Lecter thing?" Clarice said, picking up her drink and sitting opposite of Ginny.
"No, I suppose I shouldn't be," She said, grabbing her Diet Coke, and taking a drink.
"I know you'd be the perfect person to talk to him, I no doubt believe in you, I just don't trust Lecter,"
"I envy you," Ginny said, playing with the fake display fruit in the basket.
"Because.?" Clarice said, taking a drink, and making a sour face from the strong alcohol.
"I don't know, I just do,"
"Why? Because I interacted with Lecter? Because he helped me with my first case? Because I was able to save him last year?" Clarice said, rubbing her temples.
"Maybe that's it. I'm just hurt that you don't think I can handle Mr. Lecter," Ginny said sorrowfully.
"I know you could handle Lecter, I just don't trust him,"
"So you're mainly saying I can't handle him, it's that easy, just say it," Ginny said defensively.
Clarice sighed loudly, and took another drink.
"Well, Virginia, I'll look into it. I'm only doing this so you won't despise me,"
"I don't despise you, I'm just angry with it," Ginny said, looking around the kitchen, the lights dimmed.
"I'm not willing to have you psychologically freaked out for the rest of your fucking life, because Lecter has played around with your mind," Clarice said sincerely, rubbing Ginny's arm in comfort.
"I can handle myself. Remember, I did live with my father for fifteen years." Ginny said angrily, thinking back to the abuse her father inflicted upon her.
"I'm sorry that my step-brother was a bastard to you, and your mother, there's nothing I can do about that except never forgive him, but still, this is Hannibal we're talking about," Clarice said, getting up to walk to the fridge.
"I know, I know. May I use the phone long distance? I'd like to call Brandi," Ginny said, getting up and putting her pop in the fridge, reaching past Clarice.
"Oh, Virginia. I forgot to tell you Brandi called last night, she left for Cancun this morning." Clarice said, turning to face Ginny's gruffled face.
Ginny sighed, and re-pulled out her pop.
"Ah, that's ok, I'll just go upstairs and do my homework, I have a new book to read, I can bury myself in that," Ginny said, smiling.
"Ok, Virginia, I love you," Clarice said as Ginny gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Come up at 11:00 to turn off my light, k?" Ginny said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Ok," Clarice called after her.
She listened as Virginia's feet traveled up the stairs, and waited until she heard the door close. Clarice dashed to the cordless phone, and quickly dialed Crawford's number at the office.
"Hello, Jack Crawford," His voice answered on the other end.
"Fuck, Crawford, Ginny's up to it again," Clarice breathed, relieved that Jack was still there.
"The Lecter thing? What is it now?" He replied.
"Well, I told her how you and Graham wanted my help on reviewing the Red Dragon case that never had been reviewed. So, I told her she could help, it was a fuck up on my part, and now she insists that she must talk to Lecter in part of her research," Clarice said, nervously.
"Well, one of you are going to have to talk to Hannibal. It's part of the ordeal. Why is she so obsessed by him anyway?" Crawford's voice sounded husky, like he was tired.
"I don't know, I've never really gotten the nerve up to ask her, plus, it's something she can keep to herself, I doubt it's a love crush, or fantasy or anything," Clarice said, hoping to God it wasn't any of the latter.
"Yeah, I know. Well, do you want her to meet him?"
"I-I'm afraid he may tell her things I don't want her to know, and I can't exactly visit him while she's visiting, if she goes. I don't want him to screw with her mind, she's to fragile for that sort of thing," Clarice said, thinking back to the kiss she had received from Lecter the day he had killed an agency boss at his vacation home.
"We can threaten him," Crawford said, really having no other alternative.
"Yeah, but he's so used to them, I doubt he'll agree, or object to it if Dr. Chilton did so," Clarice said, knowing enough of Lecter to know that was probably the case.
"Well, I believe that Virginia would do just fine with Lecter. She has top marks in her class, and she does extra homework, and shows more progress then some of the students, or maybe even most of them, at the FBI Academy. I say give her the chance, if she's totally freaked out, or fucked up, then blame me and Lecter, that easy. Don't put to much pressure on yourself Clarice, you still have the Rapier` case to play with, you know." Crawford said, sounding understanding.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll blame the hell out of you," Joked Clarice, and she was happy to hear him laugh on the other end.
"Thanks Jack, I'll see you at work tomorrow,"
"You're coming in tomorrow? It's Saturday." Crawford said, suddenly serious.
"Yeah, I'm going to see if Ginny wants to come along and look at any of the other evidence from the old case, see if she thinks she can take on Lecter,"
"She's a clever girl, she'll be fine, stop worrying yourself Starling."
"Good night, Crawford." Clarice said tiredly.
"Likewise, Starling. Get good sleep, see you tomorrow."
With a slight pause, they both simultaneously hung up, and Clarice put the receiver down, and thought about Ginny. She was a exceedingly brilliant girl, and Clarice knew that she'd do fine. She found herself wandering why she was so overprotective about her meeting Lecter, when she herself wasn't at all skeptical when placed up to the same challenge. She grabbed her martini, turned off the kitchen light and headed to the living room. She sat down on her leather couch, and flipped on the T.V.
She took a drink of her martini, and set the glass down. She turned to a news station, to see the familiar face of Lecter on the screen. A new reporter for the CNN station, Nicholas Burn, was reporting on the psychological past of Lecter. Clarice was tempted to go up and interrupt Ginny, but she decided against it, and turned it up a little louder. Lecter's face appeared once again, the one when he was in his suit, standing innocently at the funeral of a victim he had killed. No one had suspected him then, since he was supposedly 'assisting' in the case. Clarice felt something in the pit of her stomach, and she was sure it wasn't nerves. She shook her head of her thoughts, and turned the channel to watch music videos.
But her conscious kept telling her to go back and watch Lecter's special. 'No,' she thought over and over again to herself, as she turned off the T.V and tossed the remote down the couch.
"I don't need anything more to do with you Lecter," Clarice said sadly, and got up, putting her drink in the kitchen sink, and heading up stairs to check her email and stats on the FBI's private website.
She trudged up the stairs, and paused by Ginny's door, to hear her singing a song. "Entertaining Angels," by the Newsboys. She knocked on the door, and heard her voice stop, and the music turned down.
"Yes'm?" Ginny said, her face flushed as she poked her head out the door.
"You're allowed to come to work with me to look up on the Red Dragon files. Perhaps then we can drive up to Maryland, and you can visit with Lecter, it's needed." Clarice said, smiling at the site of Ginny's face absolutely glowing.
"Really Auntie Clarice?" She said, grinning so broad, the almost all her teeth were showing.
Clarice nodded as Ginny threw her arms around her, and squeezed her.
She grabbed Clarice's hand, and kissed it repeatedly. "Thank you Auntie Clarice, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
"I knew you'd be pleased," Clarice said, grinning, happy to see that Ginny was happy.
Clarice closed the door, and heard a little squeal from Ginny, as she turned on her music, and sang, now louder with more emphasis and emotion.
Clarice was happy to have pleased her niece, but she now had to pray repeatedly to keep her safe.
She checked her email, with no new messages except for junk mail, and ways to enlarge penis's. She checked her stats, to see no change, and she turned off the monitor, and headed to get ready for bed.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on her nightgown, and slipped into bed, pulling out her Mary Higgins Clark book, and settling down, listening to hear if Ginny had put herself to sleep. There was no noise from her bedroom, and Clarice could see no light under the doorway. She buried herself in her book, and fell asleep with it upon her chest, the light beating on her face.
She dreamt about Lecter.
Disclaimer- Ginny, Malif, Marie, Nicholas Burn, - all others to be added are mine. The rest are Thomas Harris'. (Sorry Tommy if I ruin your amazing characters!)
Rating- R For Language, content and sexual situations/talk.
A/N- Uh. Enjoy and review. PLEASE * whines *
Song- The Juliana Theory "Do You Believe Me?" (If you must ask, YES I DO like The Juliana Theory!)
Chapter 2
Clarice pulled into her driveway and opened her garage door. She pulled in and turned off her car. A steady rain had begun to fall, and she ran quickly to the door to unlock it. Ginny grabbed her school bag out of the backseat and grabbed her pop, and followed to the door.
"Just put your soda here, and come back down. We'll talk about this report, ok?" Clarice said, calmly.
Ginny nodded and walked upstairs to the guest room, that more or less had became her own room, since she moved in with her aunt. Trying to add her own touch to the room, she had hung up some posters of some punk bands, and hung a strand of Christmas lights around. She tossed her bag on her chair, and sat down on it, facing her desk. She smiled at the pictures placed upon it. A picture of her late mother, who died when Ginny was fourteen, of cancer, her father who basically disowned her, and her twenty-four year old brother, Jamie. It was a picture taken in London, a vacation her father had been looking forward to. Jamie's arm was around Ginny, her father's on Jamie's shoulder, his arm around his wife. Ginny was disclosed from her mother.
In another frame, was a picture of her best friend, Brandi, whom she had left back in Washington when she moved here. The picture that she was tempted to push down, was the one of her and her old boyfriend, Earl. He was a handsome boy of eighteen, almost nineteen. He had curly brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. He was an athlete who had protected Ginny till she moved away. A letter she receive from Brandi stated that he had started dating a cheerleader shortly after she moved. It had broken her heart.
She opened the desk drawer, and pulled out her lined notebook, filled with pictures and articles on Hannibal. There was a picture, off the internet, of him playing the piano, romantic candles set about him. Ginny sighed as she thought of how her aunt didn't want her to be in the presence of him. She pulled out a jewelry box, in which she kept pictures that Mr. Lecter had drawn of her aunt. One with a lamb in which Clarice cradled in her arms. Another one was one Lecter had drawn the year before, when he had escaped to Florence, Italy. He had sent it to her by letter, and it was a nude portrait of her, one which Ginny envied most.
"GINNY?! YOU COMING DOWN?!" Clarice's voice yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah!" She yelled back, putting the pictures in the jewelry box and sliding it behind her desk. She slipped the notebook in the drawer and pulled off her coat and threw it on her bed. She ran down the stairs, and slid down the banister, landing on the rug.
"You know I hate when you do that," Clarice said, her head appearing from the doorway by their kitchen.
"Yeah, that's why I did it," Ginny said snootily, and walked past her aunt into the kitchen.
She pulled out a bar chair, and sat down at the island.
"Are you angry with me over this silly Lecter thing?" Clarice said, picking up her drink and sitting opposite of Ginny.
"No, I suppose I shouldn't be," She said, grabbing her Diet Coke, and taking a drink.
"I know you'd be the perfect person to talk to him, I no doubt believe in you, I just don't trust Lecter,"
"I envy you," Ginny said, playing with the fake display fruit in the basket.
"Because.?" Clarice said, taking a drink, and making a sour face from the strong alcohol.
"I don't know, I just do,"
"Why? Because I interacted with Lecter? Because he helped me with my first case? Because I was able to save him last year?" Clarice said, rubbing her temples.
"Maybe that's it. I'm just hurt that you don't think I can handle Mr. Lecter," Ginny said sorrowfully.
"I know you could handle Lecter, I just don't trust him,"
"So you're mainly saying I can't handle him, it's that easy, just say it," Ginny said defensively.
Clarice sighed loudly, and took another drink.
"Well, Virginia, I'll look into it. I'm only doing this so you won't despise me,"
"I don't despise you, I'm just angry with it," Ginny said, looking around the kitchen, the lights dimmed.
"I'm not willing to have you psychologically freaked out for the rest of your fucking life, because Lecter has played around with your mind," Clarice said sincerely, rubbing Ginny's arm in comfort.
"I can handle myself. Remember, I did live with my father for fifteen years." Ginny said angrily, thinking back to the abuse her father inflicted upon her.
"I'm sorry that my step-brother was a bastard to you, and your mother, there's nothing I can do about that except never forgive him, but still, this is Hannibal we're talking about," Clarice said, getting up to walk to the fridge.
"I know, I know. May I use the phone long distance? I'd like to call Brandi," Ginny said, getting up and putting her pop in the fridge, reaching past Clarice.
"Oh, Virginia. I forgot to tell you Brandi called last night, she left for Cancun this morning." Clarice said, turning to face Ginny's gruffled face.
Ginny sighed, and re-pulled out her pop.
"Ah, that's ok, I'll just go upstairs and do my homework, I have a new book to read, I can bury myself in that," Ginny said, smiling.
"Ok, Virginia, I love you," Clarice said as Ginny gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Come up at 11:00 to turn off my light, k?" Ginny said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Ok," Clarice called after her.
She listened as Virginia's feet traveled up the stairs, and waited until she heard the door close. Clarice dashed to the cordless phone, and quickly dialed Crawford's number at the office.
"Hello, Jack Crawford," His voice answered on the other end.
"Fuck, Crawford, Ginny's up to it again," Clarice breathed, relieved that Jack was still there.
"The Lecter thing? What is it now?" He replied.
"Well, I told her how you and Graham wanted my help on reviewing the Red Dragon case that never had been reviewed. So, I told her she could help, it was a fuck up on my part, and now she insists that she must talk to Lecter in part of her research," Clarice said, nervously.
"Well, one of you are going to have to talk to Hannibal. It's part of the ordeal. Why is she so obsessed by him anyway?" Crawford's voice sounded husky, like he was tired.
"I don't know, I've never really gotten the nerve up to ask her, plus, it's something she can keep to herself, I doubt it's a love crush, or fantasy or anything," Clarice said, hoping to God it wasn't any of the latter.
"Yeah, I know. Well, do you want her to meet him?"
"I-I'm afraid he may tell her things I don't want her to know, and I can't exactly visit him while she's visiting, if she goes. I don't want him to screw with her mind, she's to fragile for that sort of thing," Clarice said, thinking back to the kiss she had received from Lecter the day he had killed an agency boss at his vacation home.
"We can threaten him," Crawford said, really having no other alternative.
"Yeah, but he's so used to them, I doubt he'll agree, or object to it if Dr. Chilton did so," Clarice said, knowing enough of Lecter to know that was probably the case.
"Well, I believe that Virginia would do just fine with Lecter. She has top marks in her class, and she does extra homework, and shows more progress then some of the students, or maybe even most of them, at the FBI Academy. I say give her the chance, if she's totally freaked out, or fucked up, then blame me and Lecter, that easy. Don't put to much pressure on yourself Clarice, you still have the Rapier` case to play with, you know." Crawford said, sounding understanding.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll blame the hell out of you," Joked Clarice, and she was happy to hear him laugh on the other end.
"Thanks Jack, I'll see you at work tomorrow,"
"You're coming in tomorrow? It's Saturday." Crawford said, suddenly serious.
"Yeah, I'm going to see if Ginny wants to come along and look at any of the other evidence from the old case, see if she thinks she can take on Lecter,"
"She's a clever girl, she'll be fine, stop worrying yourself Starling."
"Good night, Crawford." Clarice said tiredly.
"Likewise, Starling. Get good sleep, see you tomorrow."
With a slight pause, they both simultaneously hung up, and Clarice put the receiver down, and thought about Ginny. She was a exceedingly brilliant girl, and Clarice knew that she'd do fine. She found herself wandering why she was so overprotective about her meeting Lecter, when she herself wasn't at all skeptical when placed up to the same challenge. She grabbed her martini, turned off the kitchen light and headed to the living room. She sat down on her leather couch, and flipped on the T.V.
She took a drink of her martini, and set the glass down. She turned to a news station, to see the familiar face of Lecter on the screen. A new reporter for the CNN station, Nicholas Burn, was reporting on the psychological past of Lecter. Clarice was tempted to go up and interrupt Ginny, but she decided against it, and turned it up a little louder. Lecter's face appeared once again, the one when he was in his suit, standing innocently at the funeral of a victim he had killed. No one had suspected him then, since he was supposedly 'assisting' in the case. Clarice felt something in the pit of her stomach, and she was sure it wasn't nerves. She shook her head of her thoughts, and turned the channel to watch music videos.
But her conscious kept telling her to go back and watch Lecter's special. 'No,' she thought over and over again to herself, as she turned off the T.V and tossed the remote down the couch.
"I don't need anything more to do with you Lecter," Clarice said sadly, and got up, putting her drink in the kitchen sink, and heading up stairs to check her email and stats on the FBI's private website.
She trudged up the stairs, and paused by Ginny's door, to hear her singing a song. "Entertaining Angels," by the Newsboys. She knocked on the door, and heard her voice stop, and the music turned down.
"Yes'm?" Ginny said, her face flushed as she poked her head out the door.
"You're allowed to come to work with me to look up on the Red Dragon files. Perhaps then we can drive up to Maryland, and you can visit with Lecter, it's needed." Clarice said, smiling at the site of Ginny's face absolutely glowing.
"Really Auntie Clarice?" She said, grinning so broad, the almost all her teeth were showing.
Clarice nodded as Ginny threw her arms around her, and squeezed her.
She grabbed Clarice's hand, and kissed it repeatedly. "Thank you Auntie Clarice, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
"I knew you'd be pleased," Clarice said, grinning, happy to see that Ginny was happy.
Clarice closed the door, and heard a little squeal from Ginny, as she turned on her music, and sang, now louder with more emphasis and emotion.
Clarice was happy to have pleased her niece, but she now had to pray repeatedly to keep her safe.
She checked her email, with no new messages except for junk mail, and ways to enlarge penis's. She checked her stats, to see no change, and she turned off the monitor, and headed to get ready for bed.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on her nightgown, and slipped into bed, pulling out her Mary Higgins Clark book, and settling down, listening to hear if Ginny had put herself to sleep. There was no noise from her bedroom, and Clarice could see no light under the doorway. She buried herself in her book, and fell asleep with it upon her chest, the light beating on her face.
She dreamt about Lecter.