I don't own Silence of the Lambs. I don't own Clarice, Dr. Lecter or any other characters expect for my OC. I worked hard on this chapter. So read and review and tell me how it is. If you have any suggestions to make the case more interesting please let me know.
A/N: Give me your ideas about what's going to happen in chapter 3. I won't spoil the ending of this chapter. Let me know what you think.~Serria Spell23. No flames please!
Ch.2-Dr. Lecter
In the morning I heard a knock on my door, I hurried to finish fixing my hair. I'd styled it into a tight bun to keep it from my face. Pulling on my jacket, I answered the door. Clarice stood on the other side already fully dressed as well.
"Do you remember the conditions you're held to?" she asked, walking into my dorm room.
"Yes, Clarice, stay beside you at all times and don't put my fingers through the glass." I relayed the information without difficultly which proved to my mentor that I had listened. She smiled, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Never drop your guard for a moment in his presence, Moira. Do you understand?" I nodded.
We walked out of the building and towards her car; I opened the passenger side door. I sat down, clicking my seat belt in place. Clarice turned the key and started it. Once we were on the road, I decided to ask a question that had been bugging me since yesterday. "Is Dr. Lecter really that terrifying?"
"Well, no, the worst he's ever done to me is play mind games. But I can't be sure what he'll do to you. If he does anything Lecter might engage in a session of quid pro quo."
"Quid pro quo?" I asked, "What answers might he desire in return for insight about the case?"
Clarice pulled into the asylum's parking lot and killed the engine. "Lecter usually covets personal information." I saw my mentor shudder at some distant memory. I sighed, opening my door. My teacher followed me as I began striding closer to its gates. I watched as she showed her ID to the guard and he let us past.
Shortly after we entered, a man came over to us. Clarice smiled warmly at him. "Hello, Barney, is Dr. Lecter awake yet? We need to speak with him."
"Yes, he is, Agent Starling. Is it another serial killer?" She nodded. Barney gestured in my direction. "I see you have someone else with you, forgive me I don't mean to pry."
"It's alright, she's a new trainee, Crawford assigned me to be her mentor. Her name is Moira Jensen." I shook his hand, my grip firm. He led us down the dark corridors lined with cells. The occupants of them were just as disrupting as ever.
Thank God Miggs is gone! Clarice thought in relief. Reaching the end of the hall, my mentor stood in front of Dr. Lecter's cell while Barney went to retrieve two chairs. She pushed me back a few paces so that I wasn't too close. He placed them on the floor and left. My teacher sat down and crossed her legs while I sat somewhat rigidly.
Clarice cleared her throat, "Good morning, Dr. Lecter." He turned his head, his maroon eyes staring directly into her light blue ones.
"Clarice, what errand did Jack Crawford send you on this time?"
"He didn't I just came. There's another serial killer on the loose, Doctor. I was wondering if you could tell me what you know."
Tsk, Tsk, Clarice, don't you remember our deal. Quid pro quo, I tell you things, you tell me things. It's my turn. "Who is your shadow?"
She sighed, running her fingers though her hair. "A trainee Crawford paired me with her. I'm her mentor." I glanced at her then my eyes drifted to Lecter. I focused mostly on the strange color of his eyes.
"She and I already figured out that the suspect murdered his victims because he thinks without them the world would be a better place. Maybe a scorned political figure, a senator, congressman or mayor," Clarice replied, rising from her chair and beginning to pace. Lecter watched my mentor carefully; he chuckled low in his throat, prompting her to continue.
"Excellent, Clarice but what would cause said person to become despised?" I gazed between them in amazement at the ease of their interaction. She never broke eye contact as she touched a finger to her chin, thinking.
"A scandal," my teacher said after a moment absorbed in thought. Dr. Lecter grinned, showing his perfect white, pointed teeth. Clarice didn't falter; I however was slightly uncomfortable by the situation. How was she so at ease around him?
Dr. Lecter looked at me out of the corner of his uniquely colored eye. "She reminds me lot of you, Clarice."
Starling raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of her. "Oh, really, how so?" He got up from the desk inside his cell, putting down his pencil and abandoning his drawing. Lecter smiled the same grin as before I shivered, waiting for his reply. He stood inches from the glass, his tone in a whisper, staring straight into her eyes.
She possesses quite a few of your mannerisms, Clarice. "Indulge me, what's her name?"
My mentor glanced toward me. I measured the amount of suspicion in her facial expression. Why does he need to know? I nodded my head in agreement. Of course, she was well aware of Lecter's mind games and lust for personal information so she decided to humor him.
"Moira S. Jensen. Why is she of particular interest to you, Doctor?" the agent said, hands on her hips. I bit my lip after hearing my name, scared of what his answer would be. Clarice put an arm around my shoulder again. A smirk played across the doctor's lips; almost as if he were challenging us to fit the pieces together. Of the case and why he seemed to be so interested in me. Which Starling knew he was he'd given us some facts. Now we'd have to uncover the rest.
As we began our drive back to the J. Edgar Hoover building, I looked out the window not focusing on anything in particular. Clarice removed a hand from the steering wheel, lightly touching my arm in a comforting gesture.
"What's the matter, Moira?" my mentor prompted, her eyes still glued to the road ahead. "Was it something Dr. Lecter said?" My eyes locked on hers, my hazel searching for answers within her blue. I sighed, distractedly twirling a strand of my red around my finger, trying to consider the correct way to phrase my question.
"Does Dr. Lecter know something we don't," I mumbled.
About what, the case, yes, he's always one step ahead of me."
"No, Clarice about me. You have to admit he kind of zeroed in on me when you were talking."
My teacher continued driving, shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry, Moira, we'll figure it out and the case as well."
Pulling into the parking lot, I unbuckled my seat belt and followed her inside. After we got situated in Clarice's office, we started reviewing the case file for a second time. I blew a flyaway hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Resting my chin in my palm, I exhaled loudly, impatience boiling in my blood.
"Why can't they ever make these cases easy to solve?" I questioned a hint of a joking undertone present in my voice.
"Well, Moira because then we'd be out of a job. Dr. Lecter is almost always willing to lend his assistance for the tougher cases though." My mentor laughed a little. I rolled my eyes I knew the reason. I cradled my head in my hands, waiting for inspiration to strike. I looked up a moment later.
"Um…Clarice, what if the suspect is stealing government money to sell narcotics?"
"What would his motive be and why would a politician get tangled up in a drug deal?" the agent replied, equally confused.
"Depends on many factors, Clarice, maybe a dealer threatened him or he wanted revenge against the people who wronged him. Once he got in he may not have been able to escape, or at least not without costing him his life." I finished, reclining as I observed my teacher's reaction.
She tried to wrap her head around this break in the case but it was proving difficult. Something was missing. "What about the pentagram carved into the neck? Where does that play a part?" I shook my head, not having the slightest idea. I glanced at her gun, lying in its holster on the desk. It was placed on the corner to prevent blocking the case file. My hazel eyes found the weapon, eyeing it with longing.
"Clarice, when can I have a gun, a real gun?" The tone of my voice sounded pleading however she wasn't giving in.
My mentor smiled gently, "I don't think you're advanced enough yet, Moira. The last thing I'd want to happen is for any harm to come to you." I sighed in defeat but accepted her verdict gracefully. I'd heard that guns can either help or harm. I had always been on the side where people didn't cause injuries or pain without a valid reason. Little did I know that I was about to become the source of intense emotional turmoil all because of one stupid, trivial object, a vest.