Hannibal to the Rescue?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

Author’s note: Uh this is my first fic to go on here, and I am a little er nervous. This will be a Dr. Hannibal Lector and Clarice Starling ficlet, set six months after Chesapeake Bay. Clarice is kidnapped and buried alive, Hannibal has one week to find her and save her or she will die. Please read and review.

The last time she had seen him was at Chesapeake Bay, when he had kissed her, the gentle kiss that could bring an end to her long lived so called career with the feds. Since then she had been thinking about him, possibly more than she should have, he was driving her mad without even being around. She never feared he would come after her, but she knew eventually he would come back into her life and what would happen then? It wasn’t like she never dreamed about him, but her dreams of him weren’t the kind you usually had about a killer who ate his victims. Instead she romanticized him in her dreams he was always the handsome prince that rode in on his snow white steed to save the princess, the knight in shining armor so to speak.
Any friends she may have had would easily recognize how she felt about him as love, or at least something like it. Not that she would ever tell them of her thoughts dealing with the gentlemanly mad man. Sometimes after work she would sit around and listen to the tapes Chilton had recorded from the dungeon. She had a private stash of them for her personal uses. Of course it wasn’t like she masturbated while listening to them, but hearing his metallic voice sometimes calmed her. Which in her mind was no where near normal, but everyone had their own quirky habits, and hers was listening to Lectors voice. Sometimes she would pass a stranger on the street and do a double take before realizing it wasn’t him, and sometimes she would think she heard his voice when someone spoke to her.
She sat there on her sofa wearing the nicest shoes she had reading the tabloid trash while wishing she could get reinstated to the bureau. At least if she was back in the bureau she would have an excuse to look for the good doctor. Crawford had died, and Ardelia visited now every now and then, to comfort her. After finishing the magazine she left her small house and headed out, it was quiet and the light chilled breeze blew against her face sending a small shiver down her spine, and for Clarice that was never usual. She walked until she heard an engine roar from behind. She whirled around to look and began to draw her gun which she didn’t have any longer. Then suddenly bang something hit her in the head and she was out. Her last thought before her mind descended into the abyss of unconsciousness was , ’Am I going to die?’.
Sometime later she awoke on something hard, it was warm and musty were she lay. She opened her eyes and tried to see to no avail. ’Am I blind?’ Then finally she realized it was dark wherever she was. Suddenly a voice sounded to her, “Clarice Starling, you are underground. In your right hand is a glow stick.”
She fiddled with the stick until it began to shine a soft greenish light.
“Now, I will warn you, after seventy-two hours the ventilation system will go down and then your oxygen will deplete very quickly. So my dear Ms. Starling I suggest that you save all the air you can, because we don’t want you to die to quickly do we?”
“No, who are you?”
“Ah what’s in a name, its not that important is it?”
“The F.B.I. will come looking for me.” She says in one last desperation.
“No my dear, the F.B.I doesn’t really give a rats ass about you now. Until we meet again Ms. Starling.” Then the sound stopped. Clarice lay there beating the lid, until she became unconscious.


24 Hours Later


“The apparent abduction of ex Special Agent Clarice Starling has the local Authorities in Boston searching for any clues as to her whereabouts. The Boston F.B.I field office SAC Sam McKay gave this quote at the press conference an hour ago. ‘Although Agent Starling is not with us now, we are doing out best to find her. We have received a ransom note via email stating that we have less than one week to find her.’ That was the Boston SAC’s quote. About one hour ago we received this shocking footage of Ms. Starling in some kind of container.” the anchor says and the footage begins to air. The footage shows Clarice with a glow stick in a dimly lit container unconscious. Somewhere in France a man wearing a hat and trench coat stands staring at the screen. His face showing no emotion. He turns quickly and leaves the small store.