Dreaming:
She is dreaming. A nice dream for once. No screaming lambs, no dead father, nothing unpleasant. She is warm.
Ringing. There is a ringing. What is it? Where is it coming from? Why is she still dreaming? She cant wake up. She sleeps right through it.
More ringing. Again. Why is there this incessant ringing? God. She wakes up. She grumbles reaching for the phone. "Hello?" Her voice is still thick with sleep.
"Starling." Jack Crawford.
'Damn.' "I'm off." She says. She's annoyed already.
"I know, but you'll want to come in. You'll be interested in this one." Doubtful. Not much will interest her now besides some sleep. That's all she wants. Some sleep.
"No. I'm tired, I need to sleep." Why must he call right when she's having a nice dream? Doesn't she deserve a bit of uninterrupted sleep?
"Clarice…trust me on this one." Trust him. Trust him, her ass.
"What is it?" She insists. She's waking up anyway now that he's gotten her out of her dream. She gets on a pair of jeans and a dark red tee-shirt.
"I just think it'd be best if you came down here. Now. I'd rather not discuss it on the phone." He sounds distressed.
"Fine." She sighs. "I'm on my way."
"Good." He's hung up. She slams the phone down and goes to brush her teeth and hair. She squints at her reflection. She's paler than usual. She shrugs it off and continues getting ready. She gets in the car. On the way, she picks up a coffee at Starbucks. 'This had better wake me up'.
"Starling, Crawford wants you in his office pronto." People are looking at her funny. Why? What is going on? She steps into his office.
"Clarice."
He's calling her Clarice, not Starling. Something's wrong.
"Yes,
sir?"
"You needn't still call me that."
"What is it?" She's curious and still slightly annoyed. She coughs lightly waiting for a response.
"It's Hannibal."
'Shit, what's wrong with him? What's he done..?' She gulps. "Dr. Lecter."
"Yes, he's at it again." She nods as her heart sinks.
"Any information?"
"He ate a bartender. Twenty-four year old male. Guy had a fiancée. Get this: Hannibal brought what was left of the guy to a pretty twenty-two year old woman's home."
"Wh-why?" She's shocked. There had to be a reason. Lecter wasn't random.
"Turns out our bartender had a little something on the side." He was cheating.
She nods, her eyes are emotionless.
"Clarice?" Again, she nods.
"Where was this?"
"Philadelphia."
Anyone want more? I might do more if you guys want it, but I might not. I dunno. It's just how busy I am, I just did this when I was bored on a plane.