Death Trap

Part Five – Future Prospects

In reality the journey took a mere half hour but Clarice was lost through most of it staring blankly out of the window. The injury to the side of her head hurt but it was not enough pain to distract her train of thought. Several times her eyes were drawn to the figure driving but they quickly snapped back when the young woman thought the Doctor might just stare back.

It was not an awkward silence nor was it comfortable. It was simply a time when two people could reflect their actions, both past and present in each other's company.

As her surroundings became slightly more familiar Clarice shifted in her seat. The roads were becoming narrower and quieter, although at this time of night nowhere was busy.

Finally Hannibal pulled the Jaguar into a wide driveway. The house must be a summer home Clarice thought. It appeared neat but not lived in from the outside.

The Doctor was already opening the passenger door when Clarice reached for her seatbelt. He seemed happy to let her walk slowly for herself this time but he made sure his own arm was wrapped securely around her waist.

"The Chesapeake Doctor? A little too close to home don't you think?"

"I'm afraid this was the best I could do on such short notice Clarice. However I assure you we won't be staying long."

Clarice had little time to consider the full implications of this statement as Hannibal had opened the door and ushered her inside. The house was modern, not entirely furnished to Doctor's good taste she imagined. He directed her to a small bathroom telling her that he would just be a moment as he grabbed some supplies to treat her wounds.

Clarice sat down and rested her head on her hands. Inside she was raging a silent war with her conscious. "Why am I here? I'm with a wanted criminal,"

But he rescued you.

"He's dangerous though. What about all the people he has killed,"

But you're safe now.

"Yes but for how long, what if I cross him?"

You've done that before remember. Mason knew it. He said he knew why you're still alive when everyone else to ever exhibit rudeness to Lecter was dead.

"Why did he come and save me then?"

Mason knew he would. Mason figured it out. You have too, haven't you?

"Hannibal lo…"

"Clarice?" the voice was soft, "are you alright?"

"Um, yes I'm fine," Clarice stood up and opened the door. "Just thinkin' is all,"

The West Virginian accent slipped out naturally. Hannibal smiled and led Clarice into an open style kitchen and dining room. He at her down at the large table and opened a medium sized first aid box. His movements were precise and while to Doctor worked his attention was drawn back to the young woman in front of him.

"Thank you Doctor Lecter,"

The voice was quiet and Hannibal paused.

"For what Clarice? This might sting by the way,"

"For rescuing me. I guess you can see who your friends are when you're in that situation,"

"You guess Clarice?"

"No. I know the FBI…" she sighed "will never have a love affair with me. I know what everyone says but I thought I could live with that. Maybe I was wrong; maybe I'm not strong enough,"

"Or maybe you are strong enough to realise that after the F-B-I has screwed you over for ten years it would be a much wiser decision to look after yourself than put your trust in an uncaring bureau, uncaring people,"

Clarice remained silent as Hannibal cleared away the first aid supplies and then returned to sit facing her. He assumed her silence was out of shock at his irritated tone more than anything. No one had ever put down what she had worked for while appearing to compliment her at the same time. A single tear slid down Clarice's cheek as she looked up into his eyes.

"I trust you,"

Hannibal's thumb brushed across her face softly wiping away the tear as his lips moved closer. The kiss was gentle. An expression of comfort and understanding. As Hannibal drew back he noted how Clarice's eyes stayed closed but a small smile played lightly across her face.

"Thank you Clarice,"

She opened her eyes slowly to regard him.

"I almost forgot Clarice. I have your birthday present. Wait one moment please,"

Hannibal disappeared briefly before returning with a small package in his hand. Clarice took it albeit slightly hesitantly and began to peel away the exquisite wrapping paper. When left with a box she curiously opened the lid.

Never forget what he is.

"I must say you give a very appropriate gift Doctor Lecter,"

"Hannibal,"

"Hmmm," Clarice stepped closer to him, "But I must remind you of one little problem we still have. Mason. He knows too much,"

"Later Clarice, later. After all tomorrow is another day."

And with a smile that paralyses most he led her upstairs…

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Well there is just an epilogue to come now. Sorry for the long wait but I left this chapter with my brilliant beta JetNoir while I was on holiday. I hope you think it was worth the wait. I look forward to hearing all your comments.

Katy