Iuncti Pacem (lat. joined in peace) ---- Part 5
by Sacara
disclaimers: the usual .. author's note: . .sorry about the delay. hope you're still interested ... thanks again for the comments and your interest. . please don't stop ( .
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The way home she felt strangely excited, partly because of the frightening experience she just had lived through and partly because she had that profound feeling that he was alive .. she didn't know why that was the case, but her body tingled all over and her hands were sweaty, she just knew it, even if the whole FBI thought he was dead.
'Maybe I just want him to be alive so badly that the stranger seemed to be Lecter' she murmured to herself.
Shaking her head she returned to her car, and only then she noticed that she was soaking wet from the steady rain. Her hair clinged to her cheeks and the water ran down her soft skin. Her face was pale and she was freezing terribly. In the car she closed the door and at once put off her jacket, which was dripping all over the seats. She started the engine and went off home.
On her way back she was brooding about her encounter with that dark figure. Had it really been him or was she just imagining things? The problem was that she simply had no way of finding out the truth, because she wasn't able to talk to anybody about this .. so what should she do? .. A name sprang to her mind, Lucinda Walker, the doctor, it was the easiest way to get to know anything about this - if she had been the stranger it was alright to talk to her and if not maybe she had a message for her .. if she existed at all, which was not sure anyway.
She would check that in the computer as soon as she came home.
Again she thought about the details from the FBI files. They had mentioned that it had to be Lecter, because the teeth impression they took proved exactly that it was him. Also as there of course were no finger prints left on the burnt flesh and the body nearly decayed into ashes with every touch, it was no use trying to get any DNA-tests ready. They had tried it for sure but the results were limited to around 43% which was normal under the given circumstances. So they had to weigh the 100% from the impression against the 43% from the DNA and came to the conclusion that an impression was the perfect proof with a burnt body. So after all these years they closed the case file and declared Hannibal Lecter dead. Clarice thought it way too easy, and contemplated it a bit too rashly, but it wasn't her decision at all, and she was just biased because she couldn't believe him to be dead. Actually, she found it hard to imagine a life without the fact that he could be there somewhere waiting for her. Also she was furious that the decision to return to him should be taken away from her just like this .. it wasn't fair.
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The computer didn't give her much. A Dr. Lucinda Walker, MD, at least did exist, but not in the States but in Canada, namely Toronto, and she was a dentist, which brought a smile to Clarice's face. Teeth impression - dentist .. That would prove to become a very interesting trip. She would have to go to Springer her next superior to ask for a holiday. Starling sighed. Springer would take this as a wonderful occasion to mock her again, she knew it, something like 'Oh Starling aren't we taking it a little bit too hard, huh, you surely must miss him that you need to take some days off' . she knew that he would produce something like that. ~Aargh~ she moaned.
"I hate him - I hate him - I hate him . " she said loudly.
Clarice wrote down the doctor's address, and put the paper slip into her bag. She tore away the next three slips of paper from the notebook, to not get in trouble because of that. At least she hadn't begun to getting careless because of the events of the past. She checked it again, and was satisfied because nothing was legible anymore.
Finally in her bed she noticed that she was really tired and exhausted. It had been too much the last days or should she say weeks or months. Lying awake for some more minutes she fell asleep.
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The door to her house opened quietly and slowly. A person entered the room. The figure moved smoothly like a panther not making any noise. Running a finger over the still wet jacket which hung behind the door, the person smiled an amused smile. The stranger went to the table on which Clarice placed her bag some minutes ago. He roamed through it until he found what he was looking for - the little slip of paper - again he smiled. He produced a pen from under his coat to write something down on the paperslip. After he finished he folded it neatly to put it back into the bag so that she would find it in the same place.
For a second he just stood there in the room to raise his head slightly and take a deep breath. With his eyes closed he let the smell sink into his system. The stranger sighed. The smell made his heart beat wildly and a warm tender feeling washed over him like a tidal wave. He missed her.
~°~ to be continued ~°~
disclaimers: the usual .. author's note: . .sorry about the delay. hope you're still interested ... thanks again for the comments and your interest. . please don't stop ( .
~°~°~
The way home she felt strangely excited, partly because of the frightening experience she just had lived through and partly because she had that profound feeling that he was alive .. she didn't know why that was the case, but her body tingled all over and her hands were sweaty, she just knew it, even if the whole FBI thought he was dead.
'Maybe I just want him to be alive so badly that the stranger seemed to be Lecter' she murmured to herself.
Shaking her head she returned to her car, and only then she noticed that she was soaking wet from the steady rain. Her hair clinged to her cheeks and the water ran down her soft skin. Her face was pale and she was freezing terribly. In the car she closed the door and at once put off her jacket, which was dripping all over the seats. She started the engine and went off home.
On her way back she was brooding about her encounter with that dark figure. Had it really been him or was she just imagining things? The problem was that she simply had no way of finding out the truth, because she wasn't able to talk to anybody about this .. so what should she do? .. A name sprang to her mind, Lucinda Walker, the doctor, it was the easiest way to get to know anything about this - if she had been the stranger it was alright to talk to her and if not maybe she had a message for her .. if she existed at all, which was not sure anyway.
She would check that in the computer as soon as she came home.
Again she thought about the details from the FBI files. They had mentioned that it had to be Lecter, because the teeth impression they took proved exactly that it was him. Also as there of course were no finger prints left on the burnt flesh and the body nearly decayed into ashes with every touch, it was no use trying to get any DNA-tests ready. They had tried it for sure but the results were limited to around 43% which was normal under the given circumstances. So they had to weigh the 100% from the impression against the 43% from the DNA and came to the conclusion that an impression was the perfect proof with a burnt body. So after all these years they closed the case file and declared Hannibal Lecter dead. Clarice thought it way too easy, and contemplated it a bit too rashly, but it wasn't her decision at all, and she was just biased because she couldn't believe him to be dead. Actually, she found it hard to imagine a life without the fact that he could be there somewhere waiting for her. Also she was furious that the decision to return to him should be taken away from her just like this .. it wasn't fair.
~°~°~
The computer didn't give her much. A Dr. Lucinda Walker, MD, at least did exist, but not in the States but in Canada, namely Toronto, and she was a dentist, which brought a smile to Clarice's face. Teeth impression - dentist .. That would prove to become a very interesting trip. She would have to go to Springer her next superior to ask for a holiday. Starling sighed. Springer would take this as a wonderful occasion to mock her again, she knew it, something like 'Oh Starling aren't we taking it a little bit too hard, huh, you surely must miss him that you need to take some days off' . she knew that he would produce something like that. ~Aargh~ she moaned.
"I hate him - I hate him - I hate him . " she said loudly.
Clarice wrote down the doctor's address, and put the paper slip into her bag. She tore away the next three slips of paper from the notebook, to not get in trouble because of that. At least she hadn't begun to getting careless because of the events of the past. She checked it again, and was satisfied because nothing was legible anymore.
Finally in her bed she noticed that she was really tired and exhausted. It had been too much the last days or should she say weeks or months. Lying awake for some more minutes she fell asleep.
~°~°~
The door to her house opened quietly and slowly. A person entered the room. The figure moved smoothly like a panther not making any noise. Running a finger over the still wet jacket which hung behind the door, the person smiled an amused smile. The stranger went to the table on which Clarice placed her bag some minutes ago. He roamed through it until he found what he was looking for - the little slip of paper - again he smiled. He produced a pen from under his coat to write something down on the paperslip. After he finished he folded it neatly to put it back into the bag so that she would find it in the same place.
For a second he just stood there in the room to raise his head slightly and take a deep breath. With his eyes closed he let the smell sink into his system. The stranger sighed. The smell made his heart beat wildly and a warm tender feeling washed over him like a tidal wave. He missed her.
~°~ to be continued ~°~