Clarice and Jealousy
(Clarice's pov)
I walked into the asylum, Jack wanted me to review Hannibel. I walked to Chilton's office as a girl walked out and smiled and waved at me. She was breath taking I stared at her as she walked by. She was wearing scrubs so that must mean she works here. I wanted to know who she was. It is like when I saw her my life was perfect.
I looked at her as I saw Chilton walk out. "(Name) I mean it, don't do anything stupid." He said as she turned around and stuck out her tongue.
"Whatever dad, you know I won't." She said before disappearing.
"Hello you must be from the Academy. Back told me you will be coming." Chilton says.
"Yes, I am Clarice Starling." I tell him. "Who was that?"
"That was my daughter she is Dr. Lecter's private nurse." He tells me.
"You have a daughter? She doesn't look like you." I said as I looked at where she was before he let me into his office.
"She takes after her mother." He says sighing. "She also has a heart of gold just like her mother."
"And acts just like her... Meaning in three seconds she'll come on in and say she forgot something." Chilton said before the door opened up and (Name) peaked her head in
"I forgot my pen." she said as Chilton sighed and let her in.
"Well while you are here you can meet Clarice."
She looks at me and holds out her hand. "(Name) Chilton. It nice to meet you, Clarice."
"Clarice Starling, from the FBI Academy." I said as I shook her hand feeling sparks.
"You staying overnight? Because this place can be very fun at night and I'm sure my daughter can show you that." (Name) blushed and as did I from the suggestive tone as she hid her face as she blushed.
"Daddy!" She says blushing.
"I have to get my report back. But I will not mind spend some time with your lovely daughter. That is if it is okay with you (Name)." I say to her.
She looks at me shyly. "I-I don't see why not."
Her father laughed before turning serious once more. "Alright, (Name) why don't you show her Hannibel?" He asked as she blushed and nodded.
We walk down to the deep parts of the Asylum. She walks down and is silent most of the way until she asks.
"Clarice, why are you seeing Hannibel?" She asks.
I looked at her. "It's for a report why do you ask?" I said as she smiled.
"Just curious."
"So how long have you been working with Hannibel?" I ask her.
"Only a couple of weeks." She tells me.
We make it Hannibel's cell. We step into the first part of the cell and (Name) pull out a chair for me. I take a seat as she stands by me.
"Hannibel? Clarice has some questions for you so I'll be here like normal" she said softly.
Hannibel gives me a look and then smiles at (Name).
"Of course." She says then turns to me. "Your one Jack's aren't you. May I see you credentials?"
I nodded and took out my badge as she walked to the glass. "Closer please."
I stand up and stretch my arm. "Colser." She says again and then I step up close to it. She looks like she is analyzing my idea. "Your just a trainie. Jack must be desperate."
I look at her and decided not to say anything because of (Name) being here. I could see Hannibel looking at (Name) a lot.
'Was she attracted to her?' I ask myself. I'd she taking advantage of (Name)?' I then take out a form. "May you full out this form. Dr. Lecter?"
She looked at it then smirked. "You think you can disect me with this blunt little tool?" She asked sarcastically.
(Hannibel's POV)
"I was thinking you would be able to help us. Since you are never getting out." Clarice says glaring at me. "We want to know how a murderous Cannibal likes you thinks."
I saw (Name) look at Clarice shocked. "C-Clarice, don't b-be so mean."
She looks at (Name) shocked. She was looking down at the ground running her arm.
"Yes of course." Clarice says to her.
I felt anger boil in me. "You want to know what I think. I will tell you... You are a girl with a nice bag and cheap shoes who thinks that she can use those try and change her accent. But she is nothing more than white trash."
"Hannibel!" (Name)... Actually yelled for once. "Clarice!" She said as she looked at her. "Both of you, you aren't damn two years old, and right now that's how you two are acting."
"Clarice if Hannibal is not going to fill out the form. You should leave. Hannib we will talk about this later. She turns to open the first part of the gate.
I pass a bit I quickly wrote down for Clarice. It is attach to form she wanted me to fill out. She nods and puts the two things in her bag.
"I will see you after work." She tells (Name).
I felt rage build up in me.'Are they going on a date?'
She smiled and nodded. "Alright, you want me to pick you up?" She asked as she was back to her happy and calm manner.
"Of course. I will see you after you work then." Clarice says. She leans down and kisses (Name's) cheek she blushed.
(Name) blushed too as she waved and I coughed into my fist as she turned around.
"I-I should go make lunch." She says.
Clarice and her leave. I hit my fist against the brick wall scrapping my knuckles they were bleeding quite a bit. I hissed in pain, I was jealous. I knew I was, but the fact I'd be jealous of someone like Clarice, never had I thought that.
(Name) came back in carrying the food. She sees my hand and places the good down instantly unlocking all the locks. Coming to see how bad my hand is. She gently takes it into her own as she looked at me worriedly but also a bit hurt.
"Why would you hurt yourself?" She whispers.
"I was jealous and angry." I tell her. "You are going on a date with someone. I can't take you out."
She looked at me and then kissed my cheek. "Don't worry Hannibel, it's only something friendly. I'd I were going on a date with you I'd be a nervous wreak but in a good way."
"I wish I could take you out on a date." She adds.
I knew I had to get out of here. She deserved a date. And a beautiful home. Someplace we can be together.
Somewhere where we can be married too, somewhere without Clarice.
"But what you said earlier..." She muttered as she looked down.
"I did not mean to upset you." I tell her taking her in my arms. "I was angry."
"I know, but I don't like you like that." She says laying her head on my chest.
I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair as she looked at me. "Some of those things you made fun of her for... Go for me too..."
"Hmm?" I ask confused.
"I have family down south and I have that bag and shoes. I had that accent until I was fifteen. Does that make me white trash?"
My eyes widened a bit as I shook my head. "Of couse not dear, no I would never say that of you." I said.
"I know..." She whispers. "It still hurts."
I kiss her deeply she tenses up a bit. But eventually relacks into the kiss.
I pull away and she is blushing.
"You are perfect and I think you would be cute with a accent." I say.
"Thank you but I am not as sexy as you accent." She tells me kissing my neck.
I smiled at that and blushed lightly. "I won't know if I don't hear it" I said as she seemed a bit hesitant before she smiled.
"Alright, ya won, I haven't spoken like this in a while." She said and though her accent was not strong you could still tell she had one. It was soft and in my opinion blended perfectly with her voice.
"I think you are adorable with that accent!" I tell her.
She blushes and burried her face into my chest. "I don't like using it much anymore." She tells me. "It feels weird."
I chuckled lightly at that as she blushed more and hid her face. She wrapped up my hand then went to heat up lunch. She came back and we ate. Next we curled in bed together.