Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal, Clarice, Crawford or anybody else I
might mention.
A/N: This was going to be a songfic for Fallen, but it started to take on its own thingy... So, here it is.
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Clarice was eating dinner when the phone rang.
"Special Agent Clarice Starling. Who is this?" she answered the was she always did.
"It's Crawford. We have a lead on Lecter and we want you to follow it." Clarice choked on the piece of carrot she had been eating.
"Doctor Lecter?" she stammered.
"Yes. Doctor Hannibal Lecter, M.D.," Crawford said as if he was talking to a very young child. "Do I need to spell if for you?"
"Where is he?" Clarice said, trying to focus on her job as opposed to the effects the prospect of seeing the doctor had on her.
"Well, actually, we think he's close by. As in when you go out, watch your back. Someone told us that he was seen around your house. Be careful, Clarice," Crawford said, the last part with something that sounded suspiciously like concern.
"I always am. I'll get right on it, sir," Clarice said and hung up. Doctor Lecter? By her house? It didn't seem possible. Well, she though as she was getting her coat on, it didn't matter what it seemed like. She would do what she was told, regardless of how stupid she thought it was.
Clarice pulled on her gloves, hat and scarf and was about to open the door when she realized that she would need a flashlight. Even though it was only six thirty, it got very dark in the winter, and seeing as December was the middle of winter, she would need a flashlight. She grabbed her flashlight and pondered about getting her gun. Better safe than sorry, she thought and grabbed it. As soon as she did, she wondered what the hell she had just been thinking. Of course she would need her gun! She shook her head, hoping that if she did find Lecter, she would have more sense.
As soon as Clarice stepped outside, she wondered if it might not be better to just wait. It was a full fledged blizzard, definately whiteout conditions. But then again, this was her own neighbourhood. She could find her way back, even if she did manage to get lost. She closed and locked the door and scanned her yard looking for footprints. She didn't see any, but the storm would have blown any away within a space of about two minutes. She trudged around to her backyard and gave it the same quick scan. She didn't see anything except for a few broken branches. She figured the wind must've blown them down, but decided to go look anyways.
Clarice pushed her way towards the large oak tree and picked up one of the branches. It passed her examination, and she threw it aside. The next two also passed. The third had a small piece of dark blue cloth snagged to one of the nubs. Clarice quickly looked up as if expecting to see Lecter sitting in her tree. She didn't, but she could only see a few feet up. She decided it was suicide to try and climb her tree in this weather, but she started to anyways, not knowing what she would do if she met Lecter.
The tree was immensely slippery, but the four or so feet of snow should take most of the damage if Clarice were to fall. As she got higher and higher, the wind whipped her around even more. About three-quarters of the way up there was still no sign of Lecter. She squinted up into the swirling snow, but didn't see anything resembling a human. She looked down, ready to begin descending down the huge tree. She quickly snapped her eyes shut. Yes, if she fell the snow might help cushion her, but the branches between her and the ground wouldn't. They were coated in about three inches of ice, and wouldn't support her enough to get her down. Clarice didn't know how she had made it up, but she wouldn't make it down again if she tried. She figured that she had been climbing slower than she had thought and that since the storm was so bad, the ice was forming at an unbelievable pace. Instead, she rested her head on the trunk of the tree and hoped the blizzard would pass soon.
Fifteen minutes later, the storm hadn't lessened. If anything, it had gotten stronger. Clarice sat huddled on her branch shivering. The fact that she, Special Agent Clarice Starling was stuck in a tree had a certain amount of humour to it, but not enough to keep her in good spirits. Every time she looked down, everything started spinning and she was afraid that if she didn't look elsewhere she would either fall of throw up, neither of which would help her situation.
A half hour later, Clarice decided that she would brave climbing down the tree. She was so cold and she was afraid that if she didn't get warmed up son she would get hypothermia and die, curled up in the tree in her very own backyard. So, without looking down, she lowered herself onto the next branch. After safely making it down the first three branches, she began to gain confidence. She went a faster, eager to get home. Unfortunately, she went to fast and slipped, falling the rest of the way down. Clarice thought she was screaming for help, but she couldn't be sure that she wasn't just thinking it. The wind was howling so loud that she honestly couldn't tell. More importantly, this meant that it didn't matter whether she was screaming or not, as no one would hear her. About halfway down, she hit her head on a large branch and was knocked unconscious and therefore not noticing when large arms caught her at the bottom of her tree.
A/N: This was going to be a songfic for Fallen, but it started to take on its own thingy... So, here it is.
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Clarice was eating dinner when the phone rang.
"Special Agent Clarice Starling. Who is this?" she answered the was she always did.
"It's Crawford. We have a lead on Lecter and we want you to follow it." Clarice choked on the piece of carrot she had been eating.
"Doctor Lecter?" she stammered.
"Yes. Doctor Hannibal Lecter, M.D.," Crawford said as if he was talking to a very young child. "Do I need to spell if for you?"
"Where is he?" Clarice said, trying to focus on her job as opposed to the effects the prospect of seeing the doctor had on her.
"Well, actually, we think he's close by. As in when you go out, watch your back. Someone told us that he was seen around your house. Be careful, Clarice," Crawford said, the last part with something that sounded suspiciously like concern.
"I always am. I'll get right on it, sir," Clarice said and hung up. Doctor Lecter? By her house? It didn't seem possible. Well, she though as she was getting her coat on, it didn't matter what it seemed like. She would do what she was told, regardless of how stupid she thought it was.
Clarice pulled on her gloves, hat and scarf and was about to open the door when she realized that she would need a flashlight. Even though it was only six thirty, it got very dark in the winter, and seeing as December was the middle of winter, she would need a flashlight. She grabbed her flashlight and pondered about getting her gun. Better safe than sorry, she thought and grabbed it. As soon as she did, she wondered what the hell she had just been thinking. Of course she would need her gun! She shook her head, hoping that if she did find Lecter, she would have more sense.
As soon as Clarice stepped outside, she wondered if it might not be better to just wait. It was a full fledged blizzard, definately whiteout conditions. But then again, this was her own neighbourhood. She could find her way back, even if she did manage to get lost. She closed and locked the door and scanned her yard looking for footprints. She didn't see any, but the storm would have blown any away within a space of about two minutes. She trudged around to her backyard and gave it the same quick scan. She didn't see anything except for a few broken branches. She figured the wind must've blown them down, but decided to go look anyways.
Clarice pushed her way towards the large oak tree and picked up one of the branches. It passed her examination, and she threw it aside. The next two also passed. The third had a small piece of dark blue cloth snagged to one of the nubs. Clarice quickly looked up as if expecting to see Lecter sitting in her tree. She didn't, but she could only see a few feet up. She decided it was suicide to try and climb her tree in this weather, but she started to anyways, not knowing what she would do if she met Lecter.
The tree was immensely slippery, but the four or so feet of snow should take most of the damage if Clarice were to fall. As she got higher and higher, the wind whipped her around even more. About three-quarters of the way up there was still no sign of Lecter. She squinted up into the swirling snow, but didn't see anything resembling a human. She looked down, ready to begin descending down the huge tree. She quickly snapped her eyes shut. Yes, if she fell the snow might help cushion her, but the branches between her and the ground wouldn't. They were coated in about three inches of ice, and wouldn't support her enough to get her down. Clarice didn't know how she had made it up, but she wouldn't make it down again if she tried. She figured that she had been climbing slower than she had thought and that since the storm was so bad, the ice was forming at an unbelievable pace. Instead, she rested her head on the trunk of the tree and hoped the blizzard would pass soon.
Fifteen minutes later, the storm hadn't lessened. If anything, it had gotten stronger. Clarice sat huddled on her branch shivering. The fact that she, Special Agent Clarice Starling was stuck in a tree had a certain amount of humour to it, but not enough to keep her in good spirits. Every time she looked down, everything started spinning and she was afraid that if she didn't look elsewhere she would either fall of throw up, neither of which would help her situation.
A half hour later, Clarice decided that she would brave climbing down the tree. She was so cold and she was afraid that if she didn't get warmed up son she would get hypothermia and die, curled up in the tree in her very own backyard. So, without looking down, she lowered herself onto the next branch. After safely making it down the first three branches, she began to gain confidence. She went a faster, eager to get home. Unfortunately, she went to fast and slipped, falling the rest of the way down. Clarice thought she was screaming for help, but she couldn't be sure that she wasn't just thinking it. The wind was howling so loud that she honestly couldn't tell. More importantly, this meant that it didn't matter whether she was screaming or not, as no one would hear her. About halfway down, she hit her head on a large branch and was knocked unconscious and therefore not noticing when large arms caught her at the bottom of her tree.