Surprise Surprise
---------I can't think, I'm at school. Oh, the stress of it. Oh no, I have Maths next!!! Arrgh! Please excuse this chapter, it properly won't be very good, I'm at school you see, and every so often I get a kid coming up to me saying "what you writing?" or the teacher telling me not to put passwords on my documents…. And the thought of Maths next is too much to bear…. *Suddenly cries out and everyone in the same room turns around* Ahem. On with the story.----------
Clarice's next appointment with Doctor Walker was Saturday, which was tomorrow. She had spent her week exploring London, sightseeing, shopping ( alittle bit) and even having a relaxing spa at the hotel that she was at.
The phone rang on Friday afternoon. She made her way over to it and picked it up.
'Starling.'
'Ah, Miss Starling, this is Bekka Hayward from Doctor Walker's practise?'
'Oh, hello. Is there a problem?'
'Well, slightly. Doctor Walker hasn't come into work since the day you left. He left a note though, saying that I should call his friend, Doctor Bolton, to cover his appointments. Now, his other patients weren't happy at all with this. But, since you have only had one session with Doctor Walker, would it bother you if we swapped you to Doctor Bolton?'
Clarice didn't say anything.
'Doctor Bolton is one of the top psychiatrists in the world. He is very able of helping you, I can assure you.'
'Have you seen him? In person?'
'Yes I have. He has been in all this week, covering for Doctor Walker. But not one person is happy about seeing him. I don't understand why though. He is so nice.' Clarice had thought about this. What if it was Hannibal? No. It, he wouldn't. No-one had seen or heard anything from him in about 2 years. He would be in some place quiet and warm, like Italy or Spain. Not cold, wet, busy London.
'Miss Starling? Are you there?'
'Yes, yes I am here.' Clarice answered, shaking her head slightly. 'I was just thinking. Yes, ok, I will see him tomorrow. Please don't cancel my appointment.'
'You're a star Miss Starling. Thank you very much.'
'You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye.' And with that put the phone back down.
The appointment with the new Doctor Bolton cam all too quickly. Her nerves had returned, not because of the thought that it could be Hannibal, but more of the thought of introducing herself to yet ANOTHER person. She entered the familiar room and walked slowly to the reception desk.
'Hi, I'm Clarice Starling, I've got an appointment for…'
'Oh, Miss Starling!' The blond looked up suddenly. 'Thank you for coming.'
'Please, call me Clarice. It's much less formal.' The blond gave a warm smile.
'In that case, call me Bekka. I don't often get people allowing me to call me by their first names. The English are so unfriendly.'
'I know what you mean.' Clarice added.
'Well Clarice, you are just about on time, though Doctor Bolton is running a little behind. Just sit down and read for about 2 minutes. Is that ok?'
'Yeah, yes, that's fine. Thank you.' Clarice sat down in the same chair as she did before. It was indeed very comfy. Ah. Relaxed. A noise snapped Clarice out of her tranquil state.
' Clarice, you can go in now.'
'Oh, thanks.' She wasn't quite ready. What if it was Hannibal? What would she do? She forced those thoughts to the back of her mind as she entered the room. She closed the door behind her, hearing the click as it locked. This didn't bother her. She walked forward two steps and stopped. He was sat in the big chair that Doctor Walker had sat in. She couldn't see his face. The thoughts began to creep back, but she dismissed them again. She wished that she never had.
'Good Morning Clarice.'.
There was an uncomfortable silence, as Clarice's fear had just become true. There, sitting in front of her, hands locked over his crossed legs, was Hannibal Lecter.
--------Oh the tension! Please review!---------
---------I can't think, I'm at school. Oh, the stress of it. Oh no, I have Maths next!!! Arrgh! Please excuse this chapter, it properly won't be very good, I'm at school you see, and every so often I get a kid coming up to me saying "what you writing?" or the teacher telling me not to put passwords on my documents…. And the thought of Maths next is too much to bear…. *Suddenly cries out and everyone in the same room turns around* Ahem. On with the story.----------
Clarice's next appointment with Doctor Walker was Saturday, which was tomorrow. She had spent her week exploring London, sightseeing, shopping ( alittle bit) and even having a relaxing spa at the hotel that she was at.
The phone rang on Friday afternoon. She made her way over to it and picked it up.
'Starling.'
'Ah, Miss Starling, this is Bekka Hayward from Doctor Walker's practise?'
'Oh, hello. Is there a problem?'
'Well, slightly. Doctor Walker hasn't come into work since the day you left. He left a note though, saying that I should call his friend, Doctor Bolton, to cover his appointments. Now, his other patients weren't happy at all with this. But, since you have only had one session with Doctor Walker, would it bother you if we swapped you to Doctor Bolton?'
Clarice didn't say anything.
'Doctor Bolton is one of the top psychiatrists in the world. He is very able of helping you, I can assure you.'
'Have you seen him? In person?'
'Yes I have. He has been in all this week, covering for Doctor Walker. But not one person is happy about seeing him. I don't understand why though. He is so nice.' Clarice had thought about this. What if it was Hannibal? No. It, he wouldn't. No-one had seen or heard anything from him in about 2 years. He would be in some place quiet and warm, like Italy or Spain. Not cold, wet, busy London.
'Miss Starling? Are you there?'
'Yes, yes I am here.' Clarice answered, shaking her head slightly. 'I was just thinking. Yes, ok, I will see him tomorrow. Please don't cancel my appointment.'
'You're a star Miss Starling. Thank you very much.'
'You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye.' And with that put the phone back down.
The appointment with the new Doctor Bolton cam all too quickly. Her nerves had returned, not because of the thought that it could be Hannibal, but more of the thought of introducing herself to yet ANOTHER person. She entered the familiar room and walked slowly to the reception desk.
'Hi, I'm Clarice Starling, I've got an appointment for…'
'Oh, Miss Starling!' The blond looked up suddenly. 'Thank you for coming.'
'Please, call me Clarice. It's much less formal.' The blond gave a warm smile.
'In that case, call me Bekka. I don't often get people allowing me to call me by their first names. The English are so unfriendly.'
'I know what you mean.' Clarice added.
'Well Clarice, you are just about on time, though Doctor Bolton is running a little behind. Just sit down and read for about 2 minutes. Is that ok?'
'Yeah, yes, that's fine. Thank you.' Clarice sat down in the same chair as she did before. It was indeed very comfy. Ah. Relaxed. A noise snapped Clarice out of her tranquil state.
' Clarice, you can go in now.'
'Oh, thanks.' She wasn't quite ready. What if it was Hannibal? What would she do? She forced those thoughts to the back of her mind as she entered the room. She closed the door behind her, hearing the click as it locked. This didn't bother her. She walked forward two steps and stopped. He was sat in the big chair that Doctor Walker had sat in. She couldn't see his face. The thoughts began to creep back, but she dismissed them again. She wished that she never had.
'Good Morning Clarice.'.
There was an uncomfortable silence, as Clarice's fear had just become true. There, sitting in front of her, hands locked over his crossed legs, was Hannibal Lecter.
--------Oh the tension! Please review!---------