A/N: Yes, I am completely new to the amazing world that is: FanFiction. I really do appreciate that you have decided to give my Fic a go, so I thank you, random stranger...or perhaps I should say strangah! (In a rather merchant like voice.)

As this is my first FanFiction, constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, as well as gobbled up hungrily in order to improve chapter two.

Anyway, I shall keep you no longer, enjoy! :)

The cool air whipped past Claire's face, blowing her brown pony tailed hair in pretty much every direction. She pulled at the throttle of her Harley, with her gloved hand and increased her speed. Her Jeans now in unison with her hair, flapping wildly as the wind rushed past her. Her watch annoyingly informed her that the time was just coming up to nine in the evening.

"Curse you Redfield." The brunette scolded inwardly, not only was she two hours late meeting her brother, she had been in such a rush that she had forgotten her helmet, and the cold air that settled on her bare arms, informed her of the absence of her biker jacket too. She had always been rather forgetful, but this was ridiculous!

"You're late, you're freezing your ass off and you're pretty much breaking five laws. Nice going, dumbass."

The Harley's engine rumbled as she passed a sign informing her that she was ten miles from Raccoon city: The home of Umbrella. Claire sighed, and let the nostalgia of her home town flood her mind. She and her brother had grown up in Raccoon, but when she'd turned sixteen she had to relocate to Clearwaters, a neighboring town of Raccoon, and the home place of her current college. Claire winced at the memory of her brother's face two years previously, when she'd told him she was moving out.

"Claire, you can't be serious! Clearwater's over thirty-five miles away!" She remembered the desperation in his voice as he pleaded with her to stay in Raccoon, and skip College; just get a job. But Claire had made her mind up, she had a passion for art and literature, and she was going to pursue the two subjects, no matter what.

"Chris, I'll come visit every break I get, I swear!" To be perfectly honest, her passion for learning wasn't the only thing that motivated her to move out of her childhood home, Claire was sick of sponging off her brother.

Ever since the two siblings' parents lives had been stolen by that stupid car crash: Chris, at just the age of sixteen had pretty much brought Claire up. She remembered her twelve year old self, breaking down in Chris's arms when they received the news, Chris holding her as she half screamed at the agony she felt. Since that terrible day Chris had become her rock, he was still her goofy big brother, sure but he was always there for Claire when she needed him, emotionally, financially, hell he'd even watched her crappy Barbie cartoons with her. Claire couldn't do it anymore though, while she was grateful for all Chris had done, she couldn't let him sacrifice any more of his own life for her sake. She wasn't finding it easy, supporting herself through college, but she was managing, somehow.

Claire's thoughts were interrupted by the sign approaching fast on her right, welcoming her to Raccoon: The birthplace of Umbrella. Even though it was just a sign, Claire couldn't help but feel like it was too bloody cheery. Yes she was in Raccoon now, but she was still two and half hours late. Her Harley slowed as Claire's blue eyes settled on the neon Emmy's sign on her left; she had been riding for nearly two hours now, and her cold arms and numb ass were practically begging her for a break. She swerved her Harley into the parking lot of the cafe, with only one thought on her mind: Coffee.

Claire settled herself into a booth and placed her hot coffee down onto the table in front of her, creamed with way to much sugar; Claire wouldn't drink it any other way. The cafe was pretty much empty, except for what looked like a couple, sitting a few rows down from her, and some pretty bored looking waitresses. The brunette rummaged in her jeans pocket until she found what she was looking for. Pulling out her phone, she cursed herself again: two missed calls from her brother. She hit the call back button almost immediately and took a sip of her coffee as she prepared her apologies.

Jill valentine had never been so exhausted in her entire life. Resting her hands on her knees as she bent over to catch her breath, her voice husky as her lungs gaped relentlessly for oxygen. The woman couldn't help but feel a pang of rage at Brad Vickers. It wasn't the poor bloke's fault, but Vickers' screw up had cost the whole team pretty damn big. Brad hadn't completed the standard number of laps that morning, so their Captain insisted that the whole team was to do double the required laps at the end of their shift; Bloody Sadist!

She glanced up at her team mates through her hazy vision, gladly noticing that she wasn't the only one who had stopped running. Barry Burton and Joseph Frost had both stopped to catch their breath, Joseph's usual cocky grin replaced with a grimace. Brad was leant over, much like she was, although the man was shaking slightly. The only member of the Alpha team that was still running on the track was Chris, and Jill couldn't help but smile at this. Chris Redfield's determination was admirable; she just wished it was contagious. In Jill's opinion Chris was by far the most physically fit member of the team, not counting the captain of course. Jill's smile disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, replaced with a scowl as she thought of Captain Wesker, the asshole who was making them do all this damned running. Jill shot a look over at Wesker, the man wearing his usual detached expression as he observed his team's progress. For the life of her, Jill valentine couldn't fathom why he was still wearing his sunglasses when the sun had clearly fucked off. It was well gone nine at night, darkness encompassing the RPD's outdoor training facility, and Jill wondered if the man could even see that most of his team was slacking off.

Evidently, however, he could. With what Jill guessed was a look of irritation, she couldn't be sure: his damned expressions all looked the same and those infernal sunglasses didn't exactly help, the captain signaled for the team to have a break, a short one knowing him, but a break none the less. Jill let out a breath as she stood, regaining her composure, she wasn't exactly unfit, but running for almost a full straight hour had definitely taken the wind out of her. As she sauntered over to the nearest bench, Jill smirked at the idea of 'conveniently' forgetting that the captain didn't take creamer in his coffee: it was her week of fetching the morning coffee rounds, and as small as her little plot was, it succeeded in entertaining her... That was until she realised that he would probably just send her back out to get another.

Jill allowed a small sigh to escape her lips as she sat down, her aching muscles thanking her. As the woman closed her eyes, and rested her head against the wall behind her, she realised that she was definitely going to feel this workout tomorrow, no doubt.

The S.T.A.R.S Alpha team had been under Wesker's command for almost a year now, and as good a captain Jill knew he was, he was a tyrant when it came to discipline. As much as she loved her teammates, Jill often found herself wishing she was part of Bravo team, the second division of S.T.A.R.S, still officially under Wesker's command, but the Bravo team had a much more lenient co-captain: Enrico Marini. But then, The Bravo's were basically the little sister of the two divisions, mainly sent out on minor jobs or recon missions. Jill was proud to be a part of the Alpha's, who were usually on the front line of the action.

As footsteps approached her, Jill's eyes shot open and she was quickly dragged away from her thoughts. Her blue eyes settled on Chris's form, gently jogging towards her.

"Christ, how much stamina can one man have?"

Jill noticed that his green tee barely had any sweat marks either, whereas her light blue tee was practically stuck to her. She shifted her position on the bench, allowing Chris room to sit beside her. Jill gave the man with a half smile as he sat next to her, but Chris only returned her a small nod, a look of concern on his boyish features, as he withdrew his phone from the pocket of his grey sweats. Jill sighed, her expression now mirroring his concern.

"Still no word from her?" The female cop asked, already knowing the answer.

Chris shook his head, staring at his phone as if mentally willing it to ring. Jill had only known the man a year, but the two had become fairly close in that short time, nothing more than friends, but close none the less. Jill knew he was awaiting a call from his sister, Claire, she was coming down for her summer vacation from college and Chris was supposed to meet her at seven... which wouldn't have been a problem if the captain hadn't decided to keep them an extra two and a half hours to run a bloody marathon.

"Why don't you try calling her again?" Jill's tone was soft, as she offered the advice.

Chris shook his head, more violently this time, as he changed his composure to sit upright, his hazel eyes meeting Jill's blue.

"No, she could be driving. I don't want to distract her, she could..."

A look of understanding spread across Jill's fine features as Chris's speech tapered off. Chris had told her what happened to their parents, one night when they were investigating a crash site. She remembered how unnerved Chris had seemed during the investigation, and was a little shocked that when she'd asked what was wrong, he'd told her everything. Chris was usually a joker, a boisterous, brash sort of guy and seeing that sensitive side of him was so unexpected, it had thrown her off a little. Jill knew that it was since then, that she had found herself wanting to get to know Chris more.

The look of worry in Chris's hazel eyes was heart-wrenching, and Jill found herself placing a hand softly on his arm.

"I'm sure she's fine." Jill allowed a small pause before continuing.

"Heck, it's practically a little sisters' job to worry their big bro." Jill was pleased when this statement got a small smile from Chris, making her smile too. They shared the gaze a few moment's longer, Jill noticing how Chris had made no movement to remove his arm from her grip, before Joseph's loud voice interrupted.

"When you two are done eye fucking each other, the captain wants our asses back on the track."

Jill's hand dropped, as she turned sharply to see Joseph, his trademark grin now back in place.

"Well you might want to make yourself scarce, Joe, before I save you the bother of walking, and kick yours onto the track." Chris told him, mock serious, as he stood up, beginning to stretch.

"That's real witty, Redfield." Joseph smirked back "But you might wanna' save some of that wit, for wooing Jill."

Before Jill could add her own opinion, the banter was firmly cut off by Chris's ringtone. Chris's hand moved at the speed of light, answering the phone before it could ring a second time.

"Claire!" He greeted, his voice sounding relieved, angry and worried all at the same time.

"I tried calling, and when there was no answer..." Jill heard as Claire cut her brother off, probably to offer an explanation.

"You've only just got to Raccoon?" Jill couldn't help but smile; it seemed no concept of time was a trait that both the Redfields shared.

No, I'm not home, Claire. The captains breakin' our backs right now, he's got us doing extra laps till ten, you'll have to let yourself in, you remember where the spare key is right?" Joseph nudged Jill and beckoned toward Wesker, who's patience looked as though it was waning, and quickly. As Joseph began making his way to join Barry and Brad on the track, Jill saw the captain beckon for the two of them to do the same. The female turned, giving Chris a pleading look, a: Please don't make the captain any angrier with us than he already is, look.

"Listen Claire, I gotta' go. Drive safe, okay?" He returned the phone to his pocket before he and Jill began their jog back to the track; towards the increasingly pissed off captain.

"You know the protocol, Redfield: No personal call during work hours." Wesker stated, his voice as smooth as always.

"Sorry, Captain." Chris replied through gritted teeth.

"But considering that it's two hours past our standard quittin' time, I figured it was okay." Chris finished, his Jaw clenched.

Wesker's hand found its way to his sunglasses as he straightened them, Jill still unable to fathom why he was even wearing them.

"It would appear to me, Christopher that you have a problem with the methods of discipline I have applied to my team, tonight."

Chris's fists were now clenched in unison with his jaw.

"A small one yeah... I don't see why just because Vicker's screwed his exercises up, the rest of us should be punished for it."

"This unit is a team, Redfield." Wesker drawled, as though explaining something to a child. "If one screws up, everyone screws up. I know it must be difficult for you to understand, Christopher, seeing as how you've always been a rather self involved individual, but the methods of discipline I practice, only prove to aid the Alphas, keeping them working as a team."

Jill felt her stomach clench, Wesker was deliberately getting Chris's back up and she knew it. "Don't do it, Chris." Jill pleaded inwardly. "Just stay calm...Just take a deep breath and..."

"Bullshit!"

Jill sighed inwardly. "Well, shit."

"You're just a sadist, Wesker, and your methods of discipline only aid the Alpha's desire to shove a boot up your ass!"

Wesker sighed, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I do believe your temper will cost your team dearly Redfield."

The captain shook his head as he continued. "You're little outburst just added an extra thirty minutes to tomorrows track time."

Jill saw a look of dismay form on her fellow team mates' faces, and she herself wasn't feeling overly thrilled at the prospect.

"Bullshit, Wesker! You can't..."

"Forty-five." Wesker countered, all traces of humor now gone from his words.

"And I would remind you to watch your language in future, Redfield, if you don't wish to suffer the consequences. "

Jill looked on at her colleagues, Barry and Joseph wearing a look of hatred for Wesker, Brad practically shaking at the thought of the extra track time, and Chris... Chris looked as though he was about to punch the captain. Jill's eyes widened as she feared what was about to happen, but was instead shocked by Chris's statement.

"I'll take it all, everyone's track time. Don't punish them on my behalf."

"Chris, I don't think you were listening." Wesker smirked, amusement once again evident in his voice.

"And I do loathe repeating myself." He continued as he took a step towards him, making his four inch height advantage over the brunette more obvious.

"This unit is a team, if one screws up, everyone screws up. As chivalrous as your request is, Redfield, it only shows me that you truly don't understand that principle."

The blonde captain allowed his smirk to widen slightly before continuing.

"Perhaps making it a full hours worth of track time for everyone tomorrow, will serve as a reminder."

Fuck what Jill had said about staying calm, right now nothing would satisfy the woman more than seeing Chris punch that stupid smirk right off their sadistic captain's smug face.

Claire's thoughts ran through her mind rapidly, almost in keeping with the current speed of her Harley as she sped towards Racoon's police department. The corner of the brunette's mouth twitched upwards in annoyance, as she thought of the overtime Chris was being subjected to. Surely Chris's boss didn't think that keeping them all until ten was acceptable! Hell she wasn't even sure it was legal...

"Yeah, Claire... A bunch of police officers aren't sure of their legal rights! Just focus on the road, genius."

The younger Redfield's mind had reeled when she'd heard that Chris was being subjected to over three hour's overtime. Chris often mentioned the ridiculous discipline that their captain: Albert Wesker, put him and his team mates through, fueling a rather deep hatred for the man in Claire's mind.

Claire glanced at her watch, increasing her speed further as she realised it was almost ten. She wanted to reach the RPD before it shut; the Redfield sibling had a few choice words for Chris's boss.

As her mind ran through a few phrases she had prepared, and chose which curse words she deemed acceptable to yell at a total stranger, she couldn't help but grin; oh how she loved a debate. Claire's head was sharply pulled away from her thoughts as she veered her bike harshly to the left to avoid the animal that had just run out in front of her.

'Shit.' The word escaped Claire's lips in a whisper as her bike slowed to a stop. The girl's heart thrumming loudly in her chest as she hoped to hell the poor creature was okay. She was pretty sure it had been a dog, at least... it was shaped like a dog although she didn't think she had seen any fur on the creature. Claire had only seen the animal for a few brief seconds in her headlights, but she couldn't shake the feeling it didn't look... right. The woman kicked up the foot stand of her Harley and stepped off, Claire began her search for the animal; if it was injured or possibly sick, she couldn't just leave it.

Claire tried to remember what she had seen, what it was that gave her an eerie feeling about the animal. Not only did it have no fur, she could have sworn its skin was...bloody, almost hanging from the animal. Claire's stomach lurched as she considered what pain the poor thing must be in, and when the girl's search ended in failure, she figured her best bet was to report it at the R.P.D, they could refer the claim to the local vets, who would probably know what treatment the animal needed. That was if she reached the building before it shut, her little detour had cost well over five minutes, leaving her just ten minutes to make the twelve minute drive.

Her mind made up, Claire mounted her bike once again, continuing towards the police station.

"God damned, crapping shit biscuits." Claire cursed as she stood in front of the locked iron gate of the R.P.D. "Typical, sodding Redfield luck." Claire couldn't suppress the moan that forced its way out of her mouth, as she stomped her foot in desperation.

'I'm afraid the police station just closed ma'am."

Claire jumped, not knowing there had been someone nearby; she turned quickly, trying to find the owner of the velvety smooth voice...which she was pretty sure had a British accent. Her Blue-Gray eyes finally settled on the form of a man, standing to her left by a black Jaguar. Claire's eyes adjusted, as she blinked rapidly, taking in what she was seeing. The man was wearing black jogging pants, and a tight navy blue tee, that showed his athletic body off, rather well, actually. Claire blushed as she realised where her thoughts were headed. The brunette realised just how tall he was as he began to walk over to her, nice...Claire had always liked tall men.

"Redfield, keep your damn hormones in check, shit he's staring at you... say something!" Claire swallowed.

"Oh." Was all she could manage.

"Is there something I can assist you with?" The blonde man asked her, his silky voice, washing over Claire, caressing her ears.

"Composure, Claire, Composure!" She cleared her throat.

"Actually I was hoping to find my brother, Chris. He's with the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team...he was a little late home and I uh..." Claire's speech faltered as she began to regret coming at all, her brother probably wouldn't have appreciated her coming down and yelling at his boss, hell he'd probably of ended up getting fired. "Pesky Redfield temper!" Claire could feel her cheeks glowing red as she realised how reckless she had been. The brunette felt her brows furrow, taken aback by the man's sudden silence, as he... "Is he checking me out!?" Claire felt slight panic creep into her chest, as she recalled that the man had never actually introduced himself as working at the Police department; for all she knew, he could be a psychopathic killer!

"You must mean officer Redfield."

Claire felt herself let out a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding. Good, he was an officer; he wasn't planning on brutally murdering her.

"Yeah, that's him." It was strange for Claire to hear her brother referred to as Officer Redfield, it was always just Chris to her. "You know him?" She asked, a friendly smile spreading across her features. "Maybe, my luck is picking up, standing here, talking to a smoking hot police officer, a tall one too, lucky me." Claire's inner school girl was on a high as she awaited the man's reply.

The blonde man before her paused, before a small smirk pulled the corner of his lips up.

"Captain Albert Wesker, of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team." He purred, as he extended a hand.

"No, No way!" Claire felt her eyes widen in shock, her lips parting slightly as her smile faded. "This can't be Wesker! The man is...way too young!" The way her brother had always described his captain, left Claire with an image of an overweight, middle aged creep, all wrapped up in a pair of sunglasses, Chris often mentioned the captain's sunglasses, or rather, where he'd like to stick them. Claire realised she'd been gaping at the man for a fair while now, His gloved hand still extended. The woman gathered herself, deciding to ignore the outstretched hand.

"I've heard a lot about you." Claire offered instead, a slight edge to her voice. Wesker's smirk only deepened as he withdrew his hand slowly.

"I expect you have." The man agreed, his voice as smooth as glass.

"Though, as I'm sure you are aware, your brother has a certain tendency to exaggerate, so I would advise you take any tales you have heard about me with a pinch of salt."

Claire felt anger seep inside her; it looked as though she was going to get her argument with her brother's boss after all.

"I can tell you right now, my brother doesn't have a tendency to exaggerate damn well anything! And while we're on the subject of my brother, he certainly doesn't deserve half the punishment's you give him; I'll have you know he's an excellent police officer!" The Redfield sibling only felt her anger intensify as Wesker merely looked amused by her words.

"I cannot deny that brother shows exceptional skills in the physical fitness category of police work, but I cannot pretend that it makes up for is lack of concentration, organisation or ability to think for himself. Christopher doesn't seem to realise that there is an intellectual skill also required with this particular career. I believe your brother would have fared better seeking employment in the military, a soldier perhaps.

Claire's insides were practically boiling, was this man really expecting to stand here and call her brother a dumbass, without getting a slap?

But before Claire could retaliate, Wesker took a step towards her.

"Now, Miss Redfield, as much as I would love to continue to stand here, discussing your brother's incompetence, it's getting late. I suggest you allow me to escort you back to your residence." Wesker spoke the last part, almost as an order.

"Escort?" Claire echoed, her brow knitted in confusion.

"I'm offering you a lift, Miss Redfield." He explained, impatience evident in his tone. Claire's frown deepened.

"I've got my bike." She told him, gesturing towards her beloved Harley.

"Which I noticed, you drove here on without a helmet, or any protective clothing." He stated sharply, as he turned to open the passenger side door of his Jaguar.

"I would hardly consider myself a competent police officer, if I allowed you to return home, violating six traffic laws in the process." Claire shot daggers at him, silently cursing herself for forgetting her biker gear.

"I'll walk." She countered, deciding her pride was worth a three mile walk. She heard the blonde man sigh as he drummed his fingers against the roof of the car.

"As much as I do not care what opinion your brother forms of me, I find it highly doubtful he would forgive me for letting his teenage sister walk home at night, alone."

Claire faltered. As stubborn as the Redfield girl was, she decided he was right, Chris would probably be mad at her too, if he knew she'd walked three miles at night for the sake of her pride. Sighing, and hating herself for allowing this to happen, she accepted Wesker's offer, slipping in through the open door of his car.

As Wesker shut her in, circling around the driver's side, Claire's brain suddenly started working. "Is...is he going to report me?" Claire's insides suddenly filled with an icy dread. The brunette remembered that she had broken the law, driving without her safety gear, and realised she was now firmly trapped in the car of one of the city's highest ranking police officers. Claire couldn't afford to lose her licence; it was the only thing allowing her to remain independent. The woman tried to calm her breathing, as she decided she would try to play it cool. She shot a look over at the captain as he entered the car, starting the engine in one swift movement. "Maybe Wesker will let it slide, seeing as I'm Chris's sister...Ah who am I kidding?" Claire Redfield decided, rather confidently, that she was screwed.

A/N: I really do hope you enjoyed, folks! Drop me a review if you did, or even if you have some criticism to share with me. So long as it's constructive criticism and not just mindless flaming. Only Alexia can get away with mindless flaming. ;)