Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the Hannibal characters or the title.
*starts sobbing*
A/N: This goes for all my stories: If I update less than usual, it's because I just started school and have lots of homework and various after school thingies.
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E-mail number six:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
I really don't care how long it takes you to write back to me, as long as you do. I'm glad that you have something to do so you don't just sit around the house all day waiting for something to happen, like I do. Actually, I really don't because of work, but it feels like it. I'm also glad that you found something that makes you feel like you have come out of retirement, so hopefully you won't. You're teaching children under the saying the innocence of children? It sometimes is true, but not usually. By the way, I found a loop hole in your reasoning. If Krendler was the exception to exceptions, then he was normal, which he certainly wasn't. Or, perhaps, he was, and we are the only two sane people left. Rather, I'm the only sane person. And finding a date tonight for piano is fine.
Actually, it does seem as if those are the only times you don't know something. Again, talking about whatever you don't know about me at dinner is fine, but you are making me feel quite awkward because I have no idea what you're talking about. Also, I find it slightly difficult that there is only one thing you don't know about me. For example, what is my favourite colour?
I know it wouldn't stop you. I'm sure, if I wanted to, I could find a way to keep you out of my house, a last resort being the F.B.I.. But you know I wouldn't do that. And I will indeed let you in, although we do have to work around the matter of the F.B.I., but I don't think that will be too difficult. It isn't like they're always watching me.
Are you calling me ignoble? Tsk, tsk, how rude. And I am fully aware that you are sometimes full of yourself. Who isn't? You did indeed leave several things hanging, such as a certain kiss? I won't keep any more information than necessary from them, you know I wouldn't. Apart from you, I wouldn't do anything to sacrifice my job. If I thought that you were going to come out of retirement, I might be forced to take further actions, but at the moment, you haven't done anything outside of the law, and therefore are a perfectly decent man. Unless, of course, I start thinking about Chesapeake, and everything else before we have just recently started corresponding again, in which case I tend to get nervous about what exactly I'm doing, but Me giving information about you to the F.B.I. isn't very likely.
I know you wouldn't. See you tonight.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. I'm very sorry, apparently I pushed a button of yours and will not do so again.
I won't. Maybe.
Bye,
CS
A/N: This goes for all my stories: If I update less than usual, it's because I just started school and have lots of homework and various after school thingies.
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E-mail number six:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
I really don't care how long it takes you to write back to me, as long as you do. I'm glad that you have something to do so you don't just sit around the house all day waiting for something to happen, like I do. Actually, I really don't because of work, but it feels like it. I'm also glad that you found something that makes you feel like you have come out of retirement, so hopefully you won't. You're teaching children under the saying the innocence of children? It sometimes is true, but not usually. By the way, I found a loop hole in your reasoning. If Krendler was the exception to exceptions, then he was normal, which he certainly wasn't. Or, perhaps, he was, and we are the only two sane people left. Rather, I'm the only sane person. And finding a date tonight for piano is fine.
Actually, it does seem as if those are the only times you don't know something. Again, talking about whatever you don't know about me at dinner is fine, but you are making me feel quite awkward because I have no idea what you're talking about. Also, I find it slightly difficult that there is only one thing you don't know about me. For example, what is my favourite colour?
I know it wouldn't stop you. I'm sure, if I wanted to, I could find a way to keep you out of my house, a last resort being the F.B.I.. But you know I wouldn't do that. And I will indeed let you in, although we do have to work around the matter of the F.B.I., but I don't think that will be too difficult. It isn't like they're always watching me.
Are you calling me ignoble? Tsk, tsk, how rude. And I am fully aware that you are sometimes full of yourself. Who isn't? You did indeed leave several things hanging, such as a certain kiss? I won't keep any more information than necessary from them, you know I wouldn't. Apart from you, I wouldn't do anything to sacrifice my job. If I thought that you were going to come out of retirement, I might be forced to take further actions, but at the moment, you haven't done anything outside of the law, and therefore are a perfectly decent man. Unless, of course, I start thinking about Chesapeake, and everything else before we have just recently started corresponding again, in which case I tend to get nervous about what exactly I'm doing, but Me giving information about you to the F.B.I. isn't very likely.
I know you wouldn't. See you tonight.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. I'm very sorry, apparently I pushed a button of yours and will not do so again.
I won't. Maybe.
Bye,
CS