The sound of her phone ringing is what had awoken her from her slumber a few hours later. Though this was far from the way Clarice dreamed of waking up, she knew that the call had to be an important one seeing as no one usually called her cell phone unless it was an emergency or she was out of town on an assignment, though that wasn't the case since she was long off the force.
Clarice reached over to grab her phone only after a moments hesitation on contemplating how she had gotten all the way upstairs and into her bed, she dismissed the thought quickly as she had possibly walked in a half sleepy stage as she had numerous times before.
The phone broke the silence once more as she answered it the same way she always had, and presumably the way she will for the longest time, not suspecting what information would be given to her from the other end, "Starling"
"Clarice? It's Davis." Davis was the man they appointed to replace Crawford. He was middle-aged and possibly one of the 'few good people' that were left in the force. "It's about Delia." Immediately the world for Clarice had stopped. Though she hardly spoke to her best friend anymore they still remained as close as they possibly could. "Go on…" she tried to give him the courage to proceed as she could tell something was really playing on his emotions and she could pick out how this was a hard call for him to make.
"She's dead." Before Clarice could ask how Davis continued, "she was on her way out somewhere, I'm still not sure where, when her car lost control on the slick road and hit a tree head on. She died on impact… I'll call you as soon as I have more information"
There was a silence on Clarice's end as she took in the information of how her best friend was now out of her life, much like so many other people she had once head close. "Thanks," with that she hung up and set the phone back on the table. She sat there for a few moments, looked at the rain and remembered how just a few hours ago it was a comforting sight to see, now it was the cause of her best friend dieing.
Once again realization struck her, but this time in a painful and memorable way, as all the muscles tightened up and she started crying to shed herself of the overwhelming emotions that had just assaulted her. This time though, she was awake and very much aware of the feeling of comfort by a smell of the man she would never forget. Hannibal.
The phone broke the silence once more as she answered it the same way she always had, and presumably the way she will for the longest time, not suspecting what information would be given to her from the other end, "Starling"
"Clarice? It's Davis." Davis was the man they appointed to replace Crawford. He was middle-aged and possibly one of the 'few good people' that were left in the force. "It's about Delia." Immediately the world for Clarice had stopped. Though she hardly spoke to her best friend anymore they still remained as close as they possibly could. "Go on…" she tried to give him the courage to proceed as she could tell something was really playing on his emotions and she could pick out how this was a hard call for him to make.
"She's dead." Before Clarice could ask how Davis continued, "she was on her way out somewhere, I'm still not sure where, when her car lost control on the slick road and hit a tree head on. She died on impact… I'll call you as soon as I have more information"
There was a silence on Clarice's end as she took in the information of how her best friend was now out of her life, much like so many other people she had once head close. "Thanks," with that she hung up and set the phone back on the table. She sat there for a few moments, looked at the rain and remembered how just a few hours ago it was a comforting sight to see, now it was the cause of her best friend dieing.
Once again realization struck her, but this time in a painful and memorable way, as all the muscles tightened up and she started crying to shed herself of the overwhelming emotions that had just assaulted her. This time though, she was awake and very much aware of the feeling of comfort by a smell of the man she would never forget. Hannibal.