case file :// will graham
Jerry’s barks continued as the woman revealed herself to the porch light of Graham’s home. As not to be rude, he opened the door and his bare feet padded onto the wooden porch. For a moment, he studied her. She instantly gave away her nerves. This came as no surprise. Most were nervous around him, whether it be because of his sore attitude or the disfigurement cursing his tanned face. Luckily for this stranger, the lighting’s contrast shadowed the infamous scarring.
However, the second she spoke that damned named, Graham’s heart sunk and the fear was replaced with frustration readily gnawing at his insides. History had a funny way of repeating itself, and not one he was impressed with.
“He’s sending messengers now?” Graham shook his head, stifling a sigh. Lazy sonuvabitch. “You can turn right around and tell him I’m not interested. Or is the word ‘retired’ just not in his goddamn vocabulary?”
No remorse came for his cruelty. He owed nothing to Crawford nor the FBI. They took everything away from him, left him to rot in his own self-loathing. Going back would be a death sentence.
Stamping his feet impatiently at his master’s side, Jerry whined and bolted towards the newcomer before Graham could say otherwise. The dog barked and batted his nose against the woman’s hand, demanding attention while his tail wagged.
“Jerry,” Graham hissed. He whistled for the dog to return, but the damn thing wouldn’t listen.
I ain’t no damn messenger, she wanted to say. “ I’m not going through HELL just to be called a messenger Sir. “ She says loud and clear, still being as respectful as she can without crossing that line of insubordination. Clarice had always dealt with sass and men trying to degrade her for whatever reason. And as such, she always combated it with putting them PROMPTLY back in their place. She was no push over and she sure as Hell wasn’t a damn doormat people can scuff the mud off their boots. Her hand slides upward against the strap of her bag, holding it to keep it secured on her shoulder. The Agent in Training stays at a distance, at least for that much she would HONOR his space appropriately. Hazel eye’s dropped towards the approaching canine that promptly nudged her hand. Waiting eagerly for attention, despite how adamant Will was she couldn’t help but work a pleased smile upon her features. “ Hey ---. “ One word spoken so softly and with such delight, Starling allowed Jerry to sniff the back of her hand before she dropped to a knee and begun giving him attention.
As she scratched behind the dog’s ear it gave her MORE than enough time to figure out what to say. After all she didn’t come all the way down to Florida just to be turned at the door. She was as stubborn as they come and she knew that if she RETURNED without Will walking with her, Jack would take it out on her. More so than the his stress already had. As much as Will would enjoy admitting, the two of them shared that in common. Jack’s unbelievably strong hold he had on his agents. To her he was a bit of a role model at first, but being WITH him and working next to him during the case was an eye opener. “ I know he’s the last person you want to deal with. Believe me I’ve been workin’ next to him for a while now and it hasn’t been easy. “ He’s been riding my ass more like. “ I’m goin’ to be honest with you Mr. Graham, me and you have Jack Crawford in common and I can use your INSIGHT on the case we’re on. The Buffalo Bill case. “