A/N: thankie for the reviews... it's been a while since this was updated, enjoy. PP
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The next few days passed without incident. The couple passed each other in the halls and glared at each other from across the dining room. Well, Clarice glared, Hannibal smiled a sweet smile that had undertones of menace. One day, a few weeks after the table lamp incident, the hotel had a ball to celebrate its 50th anniversary. The dress code was strictly smart and so Clarice had to go out and buy a dress for the ball. She got a cab to the nearest large town and hit the mall. Firstly she went into a small shop that claimed to sell maternity wear. In fact it didn't but it did sell a rather familiar black dress with a plunging neckline and no back. It brought back memories of the Chesapeake lake house and Paul Krendlers brain. Unaware of what was happening around her Clarice touched the back of her neck where her hair had been trapped in the fridge. Then finally wrenching herself away from the dress Clarice left the store and found a place that sold maternity eveningwear.
When she got back to the hotel Clarice had a long bath and got dressed. Her new dress was black with gold hems and buttons. Not her usual taste but it was that or a brown tweed suit! Then she went downstairs and joined the other guests moving towards the large room set aside for dancing. She spotted Hannibal halfway through the evening, wearing his usual cream tailored suit, being hit on by a 60- odd year old woman wearing too much make-up and large strings of pearls. She started laughing at the discomfort on his face and then found she couldn't stop. The people next to her were giving her odd looks, so she got up and went to the bar to order a Mountain Spring.
Towards the end of the evening Clarice started having strange pains in her stomach.
"Bloody brilliant!" She muttered to herself. "You," she said glaring at her bump," have the same excellent timing as your father!"
Leaving her seat Clarice left the dancing room and went outside. She was being followed by Hannibal. When they reached the swimming pool she bent down and pulled a small handgun out her stocking.
"Hands up! I know your there!" she said whirling round to face her husband. "How stupid do you think I am? Wait! DON'T answer that." She snapped. " I have had FBI training you know! I can track people for miles and hear when people are coming. I mean you're not exactly stealthy at the best of times but after HOW many bottles of champagne do you think I couldn't hear you?"
Turning back round to face the swimming pool Clarice suddenly had an idea. Looking over her shoulder she beckoned to Hannibal. He stumbled drunkenly towards her. Carefully Clarice backed towards the pool. When they were near the edge she stepped sideways and watched Hannibal fall head first into the pool. Collapsing on the grass with laughter Clarice watched him floundering in the pool.
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The next few days passed without incident. The couple passed each other in the halls and glared at each other from across the dining room. Well, Clarice glared, Hannibal smiled a sweet smile that had undertones of menace. One day, a few weeks after the table lamp incident, the hotel had a ball to celebrate its 50th anniversary. The dress code was strictly smart and so Clarice had to go out and buy a dress for the ball. She got a cab to the nearest large town and hit the mall. Firstly she went into a small shop that claimed to sell maternity wear. In fact it didn't but it did sell a rather familiar black dress with a plunging neckline and no back. It brought back memories of the Chesapeake lake house and Paul Krendlers brain. Unaware of what was happening around her Clarice touched the back of her neck where her hair had been trapped in the fridge. Then finally wrenching herself away from the dress Clarice left the store and found a place that sold maternity eveningwear.
When she got back to the hotel Clarice had a long bath and got dressed. Her new dress was black with gold hems and buttons. Not her usual taste but it was that or a brown tweed suit! Then she went downstairs and joined the other guests moving towards the large room set aside for dancing. She spotted Hannibal halfway through the evening, wearing his usual cream tailored suit, being hit on by a 60- odd year old woman wearing too much make-up and large strings of pearls. She started laughing at the discomfort on his face and then found she couldn't stop. The people next to her were giving her odd looks, so she got up and went to the bar to order a Mountain Spring.
Towards the end of the evening Clarice started having strange pains in her stomach.
"Bloody brilliant!" She muttered to herself. "You," she said glaring at her bump," have the same excellent timing as your father!"
Leaving her seat Clarice left the dancing room and went outside. She was being followed by Hannibal. When they reached the swimming pool she bent down and pulled a small handgun out her stocking.
"Hands up! I know your there!" she said whirling round to face her husband. "How stupid do you think I am? Wait! DON'T answer that." She snapped. " I have had FBI training you know! I can track people for miles and hear when people are coming. I mean you're not exactly stealthy at the best of times but after HOW many bottles of champagne do you think I couldn't hear you?"
Turning back round to face the swimming pool Clarice suddenly had an idea. Looking over her shoulder she beckoned to Hannibal. He stumbled drunkenly towards her. Carefully Clarice backed towards the pool. When they were near the edge she stepped sideways and watched Hannibal fall head first into the pool. Collapsing on the grass with laughter Clarice watched him floundering in the pool.