A/N: Right, this story starts around chapter 19 of the book (Yeah, the book. Don't worry, everything except the ending is the same in the movie and the book, and I will only touch lightly on the ending) which is, er, the scene when the GD meets Pazzi. Without the little bit in chapter 21 (Where Lecter figures out that Pazzi knows who he really is) this pretty much follows book cannon. I think

Dr Fell was making his way around the crowded library, mingling with the guests, keeping an eye out for suspicious people. He knew he looked different from his 'old self'. His jaw was wider and his nose a different shape. But still…

As he passed a high book shelf, he heard a loudish bump, stifled by the orchestral music and the chatter in the large building already, and some cursing. The doctor had an inkling that this person would be a rather rude and ill-mouthed person. He despised people like that. But still, he put a small smile on his face and went to meet the source of the noise.

Rounding the bookshelf, he came face to face with this mystery person. It was a young girl, a rather scruffy one at that. Not to say she was wearing a brown sack and had lice crawling in her hair, but her plain black (Verging on grey) scraggly trousers and large fleece were very out of place in such a setting.

"May I help you?" He asked politely, his accent imitating the Florentine dialect perfectly.

"AH, I was looking for some books on Cannibalism. Maybe some on Criminals." She replied

She spoke in the same dialect that the doctor was using. She was evidently not Italian. Her lips moved awkwardly though smoothly as she spoke, as though she had rehearsed that phrase. It still didn't sound perfect though, there was a subtle accent that the doctor couldn't quite get.

His face was impassive, his eyes showed no new emotion, the faint smile was still on his lips. He wondered if he had time to kill her before his recitation.

"Yes, I believe it's just over there, let me show you" HE stepped lightly as he led the girl toward a deserted part of the library. As soon as the voiced began to grow faint, he pushed his arm against her neck and pinned her to the wall.

"Sprichst du deutsch?" He asked. Her face was blank

"Parlez-vous français?"

"Hablas español?" He tried. Her face was still blank."

"Do you speak English?" Was his last try.

The girl nodded. "Yes"

"In that case, I'll continue in English. Now, why shouldn't I kill you?" His arm pressed against her neck a little harder for a second, just to show her he was serious.

"Ow… look, I'm not here to kill you or anything. I just thought I'd tell you something. Rinlado Pazzi, that man over there. Short, wearing the faded blue suit. He's a copper and he knows who you are. But he's not after you for the police, he's doing it for someone else. I don't know who."

She had a relatively hard to place English accent. No cockney, scally, liverpudlian or anything in it at all. The only things that made it distinctive was the fact that her voice seemed to rise slightly at the end of sentences and that she didn't pronounce t or h sounds. Still, he didn't quite know what accent that was or what part of England it came from.

The doctor slowly loosened his grip

"Because you helped me, I won't kill you tonight. But don't feel as if you've survived. I've merely given you a little more time. It may be in a month it may be in a year, but I will come for you. And, remember, I always get my prey"

Then he walked briskly towards the crowd of people to start his speech. The girl stood against the wall for a while, breathing heavily. Then she walked toward the exit, muttering an old rhyme under her breath:

"I do not like thee, DR Fell.

The reason why, I cannot tell.

But this I know, and know full well

I do not like thee, Dr Fell"