This is my first fan fiction about Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling. I hope you enjoy this little fan fiction and if you would be so kind to review my story, I would really appreciate that.
My fan fiction starts four years after Silence of the lambs. Clarice gets in trouble long before the fish market bloodbath and also John Brigham dies before that.
Chapter 1 Under suspicion
Since Clarice Starling's first encounter with Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the media had become obsessed with her. Most of the reporters never bothered her privately, except that one reporter named Janice Miller. The young and successful-obsessed reporter wrote for a tabloid newspaper called CNews and she followed Clarice all the time. A few weeks ago Janice Miller sneaked around the house where Clarice and her best friend Agent Ardelia Mapp lived. It took Ardelia an immense measure of her self-control, while she tried to get rid of that reporter without being violent. Clarice knew that Janice only waited for the right moment to make up a big story about her and Dr. Lecter. That reporter was really obsessed with Clarice and Dr. Lecter because she never mentioned one name without the other name in addition.
A week ago Clarice was able to catch the infamous serial killer Clive Johnson. For over more than seven years the FBI was desperately looking for him. Johnson was responsible for the deaths of thirteen women. Every woman was in the age of 20 up to 30, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes. Clive Johnson always raped his victims, while they were still alive and then he killed them with a shoot in the head. After they were dead he threw the corpse in the next river. Clarice got the case five months ago and was able to catch and to kill him. she was able to do something that all the other agents evening do, during the last seven years.
The media started to celebrate Clarice but also a lot comments were really annoying her, because they started to asked what she would do if she would find Lecter. The headlines "reached from" she is going to kill him" to " they elope and spend the rest of their days together."
As much as possible Clarice tried to ignore this supposition and often tasteless speculation of the media, however, she wasn't so successful as she tried to ignore her inner voice. Over and over this voice kept asking her what she would do, if she would meet him again and if she would be honest will herself, than she knew that she had no idea what she would do.
Two weeks had passed by since Clarice caught Clive Johnson. She was on her way to her office when she saw Paul Krendler from the Justice Department standing not far from the FBI building with Janice miller.
Clarice abhorred Krendler, because he tried to make her life as complicated as possible and when it was possible she avoid him every time she could, but today he caught her attention. From a sure distance Clarice watched Krendler handling over an envelop to Janice after they seemed to have had a tempered discussion. Her curiosity was awaken because she was pretty sure that they were up to something and if she had to guess about what, she was pretty sure that it had something to do with her. For unknown reason to her, both Krendler and Miller seem to dislike Clarice and whenever they could they tried to sabotage her in any possible way.
When Clarice arrived at home that evening, she told Ardelia about Krendler and Miller.
So you think they are up to something?
I don't know, Dee, but I am sure that I will soon find out.
Then they both placed themselves on the couch with a glass of wine, while they watched a movie.
On the next Morning Special Agent Clarice Starling was expected in her superiors office. Jack Crawford sat behind his desk, heard a knock against the half open door, looked up from the documents that were lying unordered on his table and smiled lightly when his gaze meet Clarice.
You wanted to see me, sir.
Yes. Was his reply and now any smile from his face was gone, while he placed a letter right in front of Clarice. She looked at him questioningly and Jack arose from his chair. He did run his fingers through his hair and explained Yesterday…. Krendler has found this letter in your office... It is from Lecter.
I haven't received a letter from Dr. Lecter. I do not know what this is, but Krendler has certainly not found this letter in my office.
Well According to the obvious evidence this letter was found in your office. Lecter signed it and tomorrow is a hearing.
Sir,… you don't really believe that I….. would kept such a thing a secret. Jack sat down on his chair and sighed thoughtfully.
What I believe or not... is irrelevant. Tomorrow at eight you are expected in the office of director Noonan. There you will have enough time to express and defend yourself. Clarice took the letter, flew over it briefly and explained I have never seen this letter. Are we really sure that this letter came from him? Who was doing an analysis?
Krendler has looked personally over the procedure of the analysis. No fingerprints, no clue where it comes from.
Paul took care of that?! He is trying everything he can to make my life as horrible as possible. Why wouldn't I tell you about a letter from Dr. Lecter? Why would I keep this a secret?
For a long moment Jack looked quietly into her eyes, he knew that she wasn't lying and he was sure that Krendler had something to do with it, but he couldn't help her.
Clarice, I wish there would be something I could do but ... Clarice was really upset, she interrupted him Forget it, Jack... At least I can get used to how it will be when you are in the retirement.
Clarice... , said Jack in an upset voice but, his words were in vain, because Clarice had already left his office.
Her head ached on her way to her office. She couldn't believe what has happened. This must be a bad joke... Clarice thought while she asked herself how she will be able to deal with Krendler in the future. But for now she had to get rid of this confusing thoughts and so she dealt with paper work for the rest of the day.
Clarice was just taking her jacket of the chair when John Brigham entered her office. She smiled at him half-heartedly when he asked Bad day huh?
Honestly,… it couldn't have been more worse.
What about a pizza and a beer at my place? Maybe we can at least have a nice evening even though the day was bad.
John looked in a grinning way at her, opened his arms to an embrace and Clarice nodded smilingly, while she put on her jacket.
While they ate the pizza, Clarice told him about the supposed letter of Lecter and that she saw Krendler and that reporter together.
Why don't you work with me Clarice?… Forget Crawford and forget the justice department. They are not doing you any good… you work your ass off and all you get is a kick in the ass. You don't deserve this... Look next week I am planning a raid. Fabio Delure is back in town and I know that there is some unfinished business between the two of you.
Oh God... How long ago was that?…. That bastard was the first one who had shot at me and had hit me.
I could use your help you know... I mean I know I count on you because you never hesitate to act.…. besides the media is not calling you "death angel" for nothing.. right? For that comment Clarice poked him jokingly in the ribs and answered Okay, I am in.
Great, .. The day after tomorrow we have a briefing... Do you want one more beer?
Yeah, I would really like another one.
Seconds later John came back with two cold beers and put them down on the table, while he placed himself beside Clarice on the couch again. He looked her in the eyes, till she asked What are you starring at? Instead of giving her an answer, he lifted his hand and softly he stroked over her cheek and his eyes never left her for a second.
John. Came more like a breath out of her mouth then a word. John closed the distance between them and kissed her. At first Clarice didn't wanted to give in but somehow she found herself returning the kiss in a very stormy and passionate way.