Chapter 45
The car was once again filled with silence. There was nothing to say, nothing that needed to be said. There was a silent understanding.
Clarice turned on the radio, the soft tones of strings and piano filled the air. "You know they'll be waiting for us at the border." Clarice knew they where headed for the border, but that were all she had figured out. "Yes, they will be searching for us." Hannibal was a calm as ever. Clarice wondered what it would take to make him worried.
In all the situations he had been in that she knows off he had been cool and carm. Maybe that was the reason for getting away all the time. He never panicked.
Clarice looked out the window, she would have liked to stay a bit longer in Italy, but it was impossible for now, maybe they could return someday.
Clarice hadn't ask where they where going, she wanted to know but somehow, knew that he wasn't going to tell her, and when she had asked about his past he had told her that the answers would come. Clarice wasn't patient.
Hannibal seemed contempt with the silence between them, he knew Clarice was dying for answers, but it was to be a surprise, and he mused to himself, it would be a good lesson in patience, one that would do her good to learn. This game that the FBI had going was nothing, but if they where to live together she would have to learn certain things. And he was a brilliant teacher if he should say so himself.
He looked at Clarice. She was so beautiful; her auburn hair cast the sun back into the sky. There had never been words enough to describe her. He had wanted her for so long, oh he had had her mind, and what a beautiful complex mind it was, but he had desired her both in heart and soul and texture. He wanted to taste her, feel her, he wanted to kiss her all over, and soon it would so.
He had doubted many times if he would ever win her, ever get her to see past the fog and see the real world. Hmm the things he would do her for. He helped her to see the clues so that she could capture Jame Gumb, he had known of cause that it wouldn't get her the seat she so desperate had hungered for, he had watched from a distance for ten years how her life had passed by, and when it all came tumbling down on her, he had risked his freedom.
He would never expected the answer he got at Chesapeake, she would never ask him to stop, no matter what it was, he had often thought about it, had she known what she said no to? He didn't know, but he would ask her.
How ironic it all was. He was an expert on reading people and predicts what they would do next, but his Clarice was even more unpredictable then whether. He liked it had a certain charm. Had she remained an agent she would have been to catch him one day, not even poor Will Graham could do that. Maybe it was because Clarice was so much like him self, they where made of the same stuff.
They where sure to have fun.
Clarice saw the smile on his lips. "A penny for you thoughts." Clarice had no other idea on what key could break his streaming of thoughts.
The car was once again filled with silence. There was nothing to say, nothing that needed to be said. There was a silent understanding.
Clarice turned on the radio, the soft tones of strings and piano filled the air. "You know they'll be waiting for us at the border." Clarice knew they where headed for the border, but that were all she had figured out. "Yes, they will be searching for us." Hannibal was a calm as ever. Clarice wondered what it would take to make him worried.
In all the situations he had been in that she knows off he had been cool and carm. Maybe that was the reason for getting away all the time. He never panicked.
Clarice looked out the window, she would have liked to stay a bit longer in Italy, but it was impossible for now, maybe they could return someday.
Clarice hadn't ask where they where going, she wanted to know but somehow, knew that he wasn't going to tell her, and when she had asked about his past he had told her that the answers would come. Clarice wasn't patient.
Hannibal seemed contempt with the silence between them, he knew Clarice was dying for answers, but it was to be a surprise, and he mused to himself, it would be a good lesson in patience, one that would do her good to learn. This game that the FBI had going was nothing, but if they where to live together she would have to learn certain things. And he was a brilliant teacher if he should say so himself.
He looked at Clarice. She was so beautiful; her auburn hair cast the sun back into the sky. There had never been words enough to describe her. He had wanted her for so long, oh he had had her mind, and what a beautiful complex mind it was, but he had desired her both in heart and soul and texture. He wanted to taste her, feel her, he wanted to kiss her all over, and soon it would so.
He had doubted many times if he would ever win her, ever get her to see past the fog and see the real world. Hmm the things he would do her for. He helped her to see the clues so that she could capture Jame Gumb, he had known of cause that it wouldn't get her the seat she so desperate had hungered for, he had watched from a distance for ten years how her life had passed by, and when it all came tumbling down on her, he had risked his freedom.
He would never expected the answer he got at Chesapeake, she would never ask him to stop, no matter what it was, he had often thought about it, had she known what she said no to? He didn't know, but he would ask her.
How ironic it all was. He was an expert on reading people and predicts what they would do next, but his Clarice was even more unpredictable then whether. He liked it had a certain charm. Had she remained an agent she would have been to catch him one day, not even poor Will Graham could do that. Maybe it was because Clarice was so much like him self, they where made of the same stuff.
They where sure to have fun.
Clarice saw the smile on his lips. "A penny for you thoughts." Clarice had no other idea on what key could break his streaming of thoughts.