Author's Note : This is kind of an AU because BSAA isn't where Chris works. He works for an agency similar to, but not half as large (and I'm not going into Details because I don't think it's important.) I'm sorry if the timeline doesn't fit, but I've only played RE 4 & 6 and I looked up on the wiki other stuff… So sorry if it's kind of off!

Leon 18:23

I don't think anybody would ever understand how much I was glad to see the White House. When we touched down on the Helipad, I was already starting to unbuckle. I just needed to get out of the helicopter, and away from Ashley Graham.

"Are we home?" Damn Ashley to hell, why was she the one who got to sleep straight through the ride?

"Yeah, you're home." I told her, letting her wake up slowly. She stretched out and unbuckled herself.

We got out of the helicopter, and Ashley was quickly met with her mother's arms. I could tell the blonde was surprised to see her mother there. Mrs. Graham was just rocking back and forth with her daughter in her arms.

She looked over her shoulder and her eyes found me. She gently let go of her daughter and came to me. I met her brown eyes, the same color as Ashley's. Beside her eyes though, I don't think she got much from her mother, as Mrs. Graham had red hair and a petite figure, compared to Ashley's rather lanky but nicely supplied body.

And Mrs. Graham continued to look at me.

I had to think I still looked like crap—after leaving Saddler's island, we'd use the ski jet to go to France, mainly because I was too paranoid to go to mainland Spain. Hunnigan had sent a helicopter from the embassy in Paris. That had taken us to Paris where we cleaned up and then came back to the States in the same helicopter—again; I was too paranoid to use an air plane. It seemed like anything could happen. I had more control in the helicopter.

I'd barely gotten any sleep at the embassy because I was thinking about Luis. I pushed him out of my head now, trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I was still wearing the clothes I had when going about Saddler's island, but thankfully with a jacket now.

I looked at Mrs. Graham, meeting her gaze. Then she hugged me. It was a crushing hug, and I was taken off guard.

"Thank you so, so much for bringing my baby back to me. You'll never understand, Mr. Kennedy. Thank you." She told me, all her words into my shoulder. I gently patted her back, not knowing if she'd let me go.

She pulled away and I saw she was crying. I suppose that they were tears of joy for knowing her daughter was safe and back in the states, even if that hadn't helped her before.

"Mr. Kennedy, do you want to have dinner with us tonight? I feel like there's not much more we can do, since the public can't be made aware…" She said, her voice drifting off. So she knows. I guess the president couldn't keep something this big from his wife.

"No thank you ma'am. Have to get home to the house plants," I told her. Sure, it wasn't the whole truth, but… Well, actually, my dog was staying with my neighbor, who just happened to have a three year old niece living with her. And, to be honest, I was worried if my mutt still had hair on its tail.

"Leon…"Ashley whined. "Come on, please?"

I shrugged. "I'll be having plenty of dinners with both of you—I'm joining the Secret Service." I told them. Hunnigan had told me over a web cam last night—or whenever we were at the embassy. The time zones had really messed me up.

"Oh," the sound fell from her lips; clearly she hadn't expected that.

"Have a good night, Mr. Kennedy." Mrs. Graham said to me. "I suppose I'll see you within the week." She and her daughter left with the older secret service members. Most of them looked at me with a look I guess I've become accustomed to. The whole, who does he think he is? We worked for this.

I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. Get a cab, I guess? My car was at my house. But I didn't have American cash…

I groaned, realizing I should've asked Mrs. Graham for some money. I had a feeling that taxi drivers didn't except gold coins anymore.

"Leon S. Kennedy!" I spun at the sound of my name. I was surprised as I saw Chris Redfield walk towards me. "I heard you'd been on a mission. How are you holding up?" He asked me, touching my back.

I looked up at Claire's older brother. I'd met him a couple times, especially after all the action winded down a little bit. I guess the first real time we'd met was two Thanksgivings ago at Claire's apartment—she had hounded me until I'd said yes.

And all I could think about was Luis…

I swallowed, looking down, feeling like I could just tell him and he'd understand. "I let people who were helping me die. I couldn't do anything about it. They were just…dead." I told him. I hadn't told Ashley, because she wouldn't get it. She wouldn't understand why I felt guilty about the two cops, and she sure as hell wouldn't understand Luis's death.

He patted my back. "You and the president's daughter made it back though. Mission completed, right?"

"I guess," I said softly.

"Come on; want me to take you home?" Chris asked me.

"Sure," I mumbled, letting him lead me off the top off the parking garage. I almost felt like I wanted to stop functioning. By the time we got to Chris's truck, he had to push me up into the cab.

He walked around and I watched him with heavy lidded eyes. I finally felt like I could get some rest.

"What's your address?" He asked me.

"Hhmm? Eighteen Winter Grove," his seats were warm and leather… I shifted slightly, putting my head against the headrest. I was out before we'd gone two blocks.

Chris 18: 42

I glanced at Leon at a red light, even though I felt like there were fifty freaking cars in front of me. Man, I hated D.C. with a passion. But I heard about Leon's mission to Spain, and I figured he'd need somebody to talk to. I felt like that after he had told me where Claire was, I owed him something as minor as making sure he got home safely.

Speaking of that, he looked like he was dead…I poked his shoulder just to make sure he wasn't.

"Ungh?" Leon lifted his head from the seat, looking at me. "Was I snoring?" he asked me, half asleep.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were alright," I told him.

He yawned and curled up against the seat, putting his feet on the middle seat. I shook my head and smiled as the blond drifted off into sleep again.

The drive got quieter as I drove out of Washington. I vaguely knew where Winter Grove was, because I remember Jill wanting to move somewhere near it. I was glad that she decided that since we weren't in the country a lot, that the apartment we rented together in California was suitable. A cross country move would've sucked, anyways. It would've moved me even farther from Claire, as she lives in Seattle.

I drove down a back road, listening to Leon's steady breathing. I guess… Never mind.

I shifted in my seat. I hated back roads almost as much as I hated D.C. They all seemed like incidents waiting to happen. I shook my head and turned on the radio. Music helped to get my mind off things, and it was better than drinking.

I flipped through the stations, and settled on country. They were playing 'American Soldier' by Toby Keith. I'd heard it a couple times before and I almost felt like I could relate to it; every time I went out, wasn't I knowingly risking my life for the sake of America? Wasn't Leon?

After about a half hour with Kenny Chesney, Brooks & Dunn, Blake Shelton, Diamond Rio, and Lonestar, among others, I found myself driving into a small suburb community. Leon lives here? I asked myself silently.

I pulled into 18 Winter Grove's driveway and parked, half expecting somebody to come out with a baseball and yelling to get off their property. I turned to Leon and put my hand on his knee. He jolted up and looked around, and took a deep breath.

"To be honest, I wasn't sure if I'd ever see this place again." He told me, "Thanks for bringing me home." He unbuckled and opened the door, letting the early fall cold enter the car. I saw him close his eyes, as if remembering something.

He looked at me. "Can you stay the night?" He asked me.

I was glad he asked, "Yeah, of course." He smiled at me, and got out of the gab.

Leon walked up to the garage door and flipped open a pad. He had set his case by his feet as he entered in the code. He picked it up, almost looking like a person who was carrying a million dollars in his suitcase.

I walked in behind him after the door had lifted. I looked around his garage, not surprised to see that everything seemed to have its own place. There was a couple of oil stains on the concrete and I smiled a bit. So he's a grease monkey?

He walked into his utility room, taking off his jacket and un-ceremonially leaving it on the floor. He shuffled along, pulling his feet out of his boots. The next thing was taking off his gun holsters and hanging them on a hook by the door.

I only had to take my sneakers off after I had closed the garage door and the door to the garage.

He had wandered into his kitchen and was leaning over the sink. His eyes were closed and I don't think he looked alright at all. I walked closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"You look like you need to sleep." I told him.

"I feel like if I fall asleep on a bed, I won't wake up for a week. Over the past five days, the only time I got to rest is when I was knocked out. All I had to eat were eggs and fish cooked on a rock, potentially diseased riddled water, and lots of herbs. I need some freaking hamburgers and ice cream before I can sleep." He explained to me. I chuckled. "It is not funny!" He said, his cheeks getting red.

"What's the number?" I asked him.

"For what?" Leon asked me, confused.

I grabbed the phone from its cradle. "The hamburger place, obviously."

"Just give it to me," he said, already reaching out to take the phone. I handed it to him and he punched in the numbers, and then handed it back to me. "A double cheeseburger with tomato and barbeque sauce, with an order of large French fries." He told me as the phone rang.

The girl on the other end said the name of joint and "What can I get you tonight?"

"Hi, I'd like to order a double cheeseburger with barbeque sauce and then another double cheeseburger with tomato and mayo. Also, could I have two large fries?" I asked her.

"Sure, what's the address?" She asked.

"Eighteen Winter Grove," I told her, figuring that the food delivery people would know where it is.

"Alright, your order will be there in less than a half hour." The girl told me.

"Thanks," I said, and hung up. I took out my wallet from my back pocket and got out a twenty dollar bill. "Think twenty will be enough?" I asked Leon, who was now crashed out on the couch in the living room. He'd turned on the TV, but I'm not sure he was actually was paying attention to it.

"Definitely," he responded, looking up at me. "Thanks, again, for…this," he told me.

"Anytime, Leon," I told him.

He shifted on the couch and closed his eyes, stretching out on the three-piece sectional.

The delivery guy rang the door bell and I went over to the door, opened it, and took the brown paper bags he was holding.

"It's fourteen dollars and fifty-three cents." He told me. "Hey, where's the dog?" He asked me.

I shrugged, "I don't live here," I told him, then handed him the twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change." I told him, already shutting the door.

Leon has a dog?

Thanks for reading! This is just the first chapter and there's two more to come and maybe a sequel (?) Please review and tell me what you think!

-HolleringHawk65