Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

An Unlikely Alliance

             Clarice Starling worked in the quiet shadows of the agencies dark room, it was a forensics lab or going to be however preparations were halted and the room was often abandoned. A perfect place to work without the distractions of whispers in the office and people shooting suspicious glances at her expense. Hung on the clear glass windows at the entry way once held a sign. 'Hannibal's room'. She had torn it down for fear of being kicked out and left it crumpled in a heap on the dusty tiled floor. Damn the other officers, vile in behavior because Krepner reinforced such behavior. Instead of getting support in the investigation she was treated like a fool all because she refused to allow him in her pants. Men. 

               Through the thousands of cases one had caught her inquisitive gaze, a man named Pazzi. A former inspector in Paris disgraced after committing an innocent man to prison,  had been hung from the highest towers of a museum. An orange cord that tightened and yanked breaking his neck almost instantly but not before his guts hit the ground with a splatter. People at first thought it was a facade, a prank. That was until they approached and realized the truth, apparently he had also been an ancestor to someone who died the same way. The police deduced a man named 'Dr. Fell' had perpetrated such a crime, but before they could catch him, he was gone. Poof. No paper trail and like a snake stripping off a layer of dead scales Hannibal stripped away another alias and disappeared into the night. It had to be him. Though no prints had been taken there was a video, of a man waving from the balcony. At first glance one could assume this 'Dr. Fell' was a completely different person but going through it once more the features realigned to match Lecter's. Simply after a cosmetic surgery that narrowed out his nose and shaved down the cheeks. Changing the appearance only slightly but enough to confuse at a glance. There on the balcony waved Hannibal Lecter. Lips coiled in a teasing smirk and wrists shaking side to side in a waving motion. 'Bye-bye' as if a mother waved to their toddler before school. A message to someone and she didn't know who. Not her.. someone else. Someone who must have sent Pazzi. A person with a vendetta against Hannibal could be just about anyone, victims of the families or a victim all the same. Mason's deformed face swam into view and she tapped her fingertips against her chin in thought. It would make sense, his hatred for the man who crippled him was evident in there meeting and he had the resources. It must've been was Hope suggested. That Pazzi had gone over to capture him or cause harm and instead was dangling from the tower's balcony. The wave was a warning to Mr. Verger. In her pondering Clarice ignored the buzzing of her phone on the desk before it rang once almost an hour or so later.

"What is it? I'm a tad bit busy." 

"Ms. Starling. I suggest you get to Hope's apartment in a few minutes. Something has happened. Don't warn anyone of this or your friend may not return safely." 

            Hannibal's clear baritone voice sent shivers down her straightened spine wanting nothing more than to call on Krepner and send people out to fetch him.. but Hope. From the worried shakes in his tone she knew something was wrong. Never before had fear been evident in his voice but now it rang through each syllable sharp and hidden. A concern he lacked for anyone but her and Clarice knew that his words were the truth. Leading the officers to the apartment would put everyone in peril. She gathered her keys and purse up neglecting the coat and paperwork draped over the clean polished metal tables and rushed outside to the blue mustang parked neatly. Now was the time to abandon all concerns towards Hannibal and aid him instead. For Hope.

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                                                              ~ Twenty Minutes Later ~