Quick Note: There's nothing bad yet, but I'm going to change the rating to M later in the story (just to let you know!)

Disclaimer : I own almost nothing in this story! Only the random agent, Kirstin, and a blueberry muffin! Anyways, to the story… ;)

Leon: August 29, 2013

"Leon, you're off duty today." Ingrid Hunnigan stood in the doorway to the new agent's quarter of the White House.

"Ingrid, get out of my way," I told her. My voice was low; I was in no mood for any kind of shenanigans.

"President Graham said you're not allowed in. You haven't taken a full day off since before Tall Oaks." She reminded me.

I growled. President Graham had been President Benford's vice president, and he was president until next election (where he wasn't allowed to run for anything.) Not to mention he practically thought he owned me.

"Because this is not the time for me to be taking a day off," I replied.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm on strict orders not to let you in. Case closed. If you really can't find anything to do, just go back home and sleep the day away." Hunnigan told me.

"Fine," I said under my breath. I was desperate to get to work though, so I tried another way. I was, however, met with a Secret Service agent.

"Let me in," I told him. He was younger than me but a lot bigger (height and width.)

"I'm sorry, but I have orders not to let you in." He told me.

I sighed, knowing I was getting a bit old to try to fight him. Not only that, but I was tired. I guess I should just go back home and sleep the day off…

"Alright, have a good day." I told him, turning around and going to the parking garage where I got into my Corvette. If there was one perk of being a government agent, it was the pay check that allowed me to track my dad's old Vette (where it was sitting in the woods behind the owner's house in upstate New York.) The pay-grade also allowed me to fix it back to near perfect running condition.

I listened to it for a few moments, before driving out. I didn't know where I was going until I was in front of a coffee shop. Claire had dragged me to it once, and I occasionally found myself coming there, either for a caffeine fix or just to relax from a long day at work.

I parked my car, fed the meter for three hours, and went inside.

"Hello, Leon!" I looked up at the sound of the barista's voice. Her name was Kirstin and we were kind of friends. She knew my order by heart, at the very least.

"Hi, Kirstin," I said sleepily.

"The usual?"She asked me.

I nodded and stood by the counter. It was slow at this time of day, not to mention school had just gotten back into session. Life on the East Coast continued on, despite what had happened earlier this summer.

Kirstin handed me a cup of straight black coffee and a blueberry muffin. I handed her seven dollars, and she handed me back two pennies for change.

I sat down at one of the overstuffed chairs in a corner of the shop. I picked up one of the books lying on the side table. It was Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie.

I started flipping through the worn, clearly once-loved, book. I was absorbed in it, only half acknowledging my black coffee and muffin. That was, until, the bells tinkled as the door opened.

I was startled, suddenly brought back from the trance of reading. I looked at my watch; it was only 10:45. In the morning. I should be doing rounds in the White House, if not on the President's security detail during a conference.

"Hi, Angela!" Kirstin said to the woman who had just walked in.

Angela… I looked up, even though I thought that the chance for it actually be Angela Miller was slim. As far as I knew, she was still living in California.

But I felt my stomach drop (well, not really) as I saw the brunette standing there. Her pale eyes were on the menu board.

She had on an off white lace dress and red, ankle high, black button, heeled boots. I stared at her for a few moments, not sure if I was supposed to say anything.

"Oh, an iced white chocolate mocha sounds good right about now." I painfully remembered that voice. I closed my eyes and tried to sink into the overstuffed chair, shutting my eyes. It didn't work. I knew I couldn't ignore her.

A few minutes later, Angela told Kirstin thank you, and I heard her heels click closer. I opened my eyes. She hadn't notice me yet.

I stood up, thinking about leaving. But I glanced at Angela again. Something stirred into me. Maybe I was remembering how back in China, I wondered if she'd ever find out that I'd died.

Then I remembered thinking about how I felt like shit for ignoring her calls and e-mails. Sometimes, she'd seemed so desperate to hear from anyone. And I ignored it, because I saw that I brought pain to whoever I became close to.

"Angela," I said softly. If she didn't notice, I'd leave.

She turned around from looking at the bookshelf. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Leon!" She threw her arms around me and gave me a bear hug. It kind of reminded me of Sherry.

I hugged back, stunned.

She pulled away. "I thought you were dead! And then you're alive and then you decided not to answer my e-mails and I thought you were dead again!" She hit my upper arm. "I…I knew you'd go off and help save the world. That's what you do…"

I felt shocked. "I'm sorry; I didn't know you'd care."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I do."

"I thought you still lived in California," I told her, changing the subject.

"I got kicked out of S.R.T. a few years ago. Apparently, they thought I would turn out like my brother and 'let me go.'" She admitted. "I moved to DC and I've been working down the street at an antiques shop."

I gulped. I tried to tell myself that there was no way that I'd been the reason she'd gotten kicked out of S.R.T., but…I had asked Hunnigan to check on Angela. I had no idea what had happened after that, except that Hunnigan had told me Angela was fine.

"Do you like working at the antiques shop?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "It has its perks. Like free clothes and jewelry. Sometimes little statues, too. Not to mention the owner is an Italian who is very open about her opinion on any government that's in the news. " She smiled again at me. "I'm just so happy to see you again." She told me.

"I'm happy to see you, too. I meant to get back to you, it's just that-"

"Let's start something new that's never happened between a guy and a girl." She told me, taking my hand. "You tell me the straight up truth, no matter how badly you'll think I take it. And I'll do the same to you. Please, Leon."

I nodded. "I've been avoiding it; avoiding talking to you because I'm not the best of people to hang around." I explained to her.

She arched her eyebrows. "So you've been ignoring me because you think you're a bad influence? Leon, my brother went crazy." She reminded me.

"It's not that," I admitted. "People around me get hurt; easily and usually severely."

"When it's my time, it's my time. Being around you won't affect that." Angela responded.

I was surprised that she would see that. "If you want to believe that, go ahead." I told her.

She laughed. "Come on, we have almost eight years to talk about." She pulled me over to the chairs. She sat down and took a sip of her mocha. "So, how many life threatening situations have you been in?" She asked, crossing her legs and putting her chin on top of her hands.

"Since I last saw you, and not including Tall Oaks onwards, only four." I answered her.

"Only four? Wow, Leon, you make Superman look like Shrimpman."She said. "But I'm serious. Maybe you should cut back on it?" She suggested.

"Cut back?" I repeated. "Never; I don't know what else I'd do." That was my biggest dilemma. I'd gotten to the point where a civilian life seemed so far away and unobtainable, not to mention like an inhabitable desert wasteland.

She looked down, obviously thinking about something. "Oh…you have no idea?"

I shrugged. "It's not like I could write a memoir or a tell-all book. My own government would probably kill me. I don't want to, anyway." I replied. I took a sip of my coffee, which was just a step above room temperature.

"You could become a…" she looked around, "A fiction writer, c'mon! Don't give me that look, Leon, it'd be fun! I'm sure that you'd have a lot of fun writing something."

"And if you could be anything, what would you be?" I asked her.

"Anything? Well…maybe a gangster's daughter in NYC in the early 20th century. I think it would be interesting." She answered.

Not to mention one of the farthest things from the way you're living now, I thought to myself. "I'm sure you'd live a life of extreme intrigue." I commented.

She checked her watch. "Are you doing anything the rest of the day?"

"Nope, I'm having a forced day off." I explained to her.

"Oh. In that case, do you want to come to my apartment? I have off from work the rest of the day. We could watch movies, eat popcorn, talk, and maybe that would get you to relax." She suggested.

I only found it slightly odd that she cared about me relaxing. "Sure, that sounds nice." I told her.

She got up, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Now I'm excited!"

I got up and watched her sip her coffee drink again. She smiled at me and hugged me again. I hugged her back and took a deep breath of her. She smelled sweet; like fresh honeysuckles.

I quickly finished my now lukewarm coffee and handed the empty cup to Kirstin. She was smiling at me…

I took out my wallet and handed her a five dollar bill. She muttered something that sounded kind of like "classic Leon," as I picked up the copy of Peter Pan that I'd been reading.

Angela was waiting for me at the door, still smiling. "Of all the people, you seem like the one least likely to be a child at heart."

"We all have our quirks," I replied.

"Isn't that the truth? Come on, I only live a few buildings down." She told me, pulling on my hand.

I walked by her hand, which caused her to change the way she was holding my hand. It would kind of look like we were a couple. I thought about that for a moment. I hadn't really dated in a while. The right girl just hadn't showed up.

We walked into her apartment building and took the elevator to her floor. By the looks of it, her apartment took up a quarter of the floor. It was wide and spacious, with a real kind of homey feel to it.

She pulled me over to the couch and had me sit down. She gave me another smile where are eyes met.

"What kind of movie do you want to watch?" She asked me as she backed up and turned around.

"What do you have?" I asked her in return.

She went over to her TV stand and opened it, kneeling down in front. "Um, there's Thor, The Avengers, every Lilo & Stitch, Enchanted, a couple other Disney movies, some Pixar…" She stopped and looked up at me. "Sorry, I just buy them when they're on sale." She explained.

I smiled. "It's fine." I kneeled down next to her. "Let's randomly pick." I closed my eyes and pulled a DVD case out. I opened my eyes and found Bolt in my hands. "Guess this is it," I told her as I flipped it over to read the back.

"Don't make that look! It's a good movie." She responded. I handed it to her so she could put it into her DVD player. She got up and brushed herself off. "What kind of popcorn do you want?" She asked as she walked into her open kitchen. I looked at her back as she walked, finding my eyes going lower and lower…

Bad Leon! Stop it, or you'll get yourself hurt. Or, even worse, Angela! A little voice in my head told me.

I got up and went to stand next to Angela. "Whatever it is you're having," I answered her.

She put a bag of popcorn into the microwave and got out to metal bowls. "Alright, if you think you can take it," she replied, smiling.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

She shrugged. "Just…maybe you can't take the flavor." She said, teasing me in her own peculiar way. Her eyes showed that she was happy.

I rolled my eyes, faking annoyance toward her.

She took out the popcorn and portioned it out evenly between the two bowls. She went and got sea salt and cheese powder, along with chocolate covered pretzels and York Peppermint Pieces. She added the extras and then went over to the fridge. I swear, she was purposefully bending over; her bum was sticking out a little bit more than it should be…

"I have Mountain Dew Whiteout, Dr. Pepper, Diet Coke Lime, Lemonade, Tea Cooler, water, feel free to stop me at any time…" She offered

"Dr. Pepper sounds good," I told her.

She stood up with a Dr. Pepper and a Whiteout in her left hand. She handed me the Dr. Pepper and then popped open her own can.

She went over and picked up one bowl of popcorn. "Come on, I'm not carrying it for you," she told me, though still smiling. I was finding myself addicted to that smile.

We went and sat down on her suede couch; she pressed play on the remote.

While that movie was supposed to be for children, I found myself enjoying it. I laughed at it and it was one of the best afternoons I'd had in a while.

When the movie ended, it was a little after three. We just sat there for a moment, neither one of us moving from our spots.

"Do you want to watch another? I'll pick." She offered to me.

I looked at her, quite a few things going through my mind. I found my desperate to stay with her.

"Yeah, that sounds great," I told her. All I wanted to do was stay…forever here wouldn't be such a bad thing…

Author's Note: This is going to be the first chapter of the first story of an idea I'm working on where the pairs of Resident Evil get together due to one (or both) of them have a day off and they subsequently get closer because of that...so, yeah...hopefully ya'll will like this...

Reviews are highly appreciated!

~HolleringHawk65