Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Resident Evil. That all belongs to Capcom.

So, I started writing this as a oneshot, but now I'm thinking of making it into a story. I made up some names like Terragrove Cemetery and Oakfort Island. There's definately going to be a new company introduced which means probably an OC as well. I hope you enjoy it! Read on!

Terragrove Cemetery

She didn't know how long she'd been kneeling there. Staring at the gravestone before her. Tears spilled down her face, her hands running over the engraved message. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. He was all she had and now he was gone. What happened? Hell, not even the government knew. No body was ever found. So, what was the point of crying to an empty grave? What was she mourning for? Sadness was soon replaced with anger. Angry at him. For dying? No, for lying to her. He said that it was going to be an easy mission. 'It's going to be a quick recon mission, don't worry' he said trying to comfort her. And then she gets a call that he's been declared MIA. Then after a while, they changed his status to KIA. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be angry at him. After all, you can't be mad at a dead man…

The clouds parted, allowing the sunlight to bathe her. She wiped away her tears. How could it possibly be so sunny? Her brother was dead. It shouldn't be sunny. The world should be mourning with her. As she continued grieving, she didn't hear the soft footsteps coming up behind her. A hand reached out and rested on her shoulder, causing her to jump a little. Turning around, she saw the familiar sandy blond haired agent looking down at her. He offered his hand and helped her up.

"Leon…what are you doing here? I thought you were on assignment…"

"Not anymore. When I heard about your brother…" He struggled to find what to say next. Finally, he realized that all he could say was "I'm sorry Claire."

"He told me it was going to be a simple mission."

He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a warm embrace. She buried her head into his chest, quietly sobbing. He just hugged her tighter.

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Claire Redfield's Apartment

Claire's apartment was simple and well-kept. Leon actually thought it would be a little bit more quirky. He sat on the couch, listening to the television running as she finished her shower. The anchorwoman was reporting the days headlining events which was almost enough to send Leon snoozing. He reached for the remote to shut television off when his communicator rang.

"Kennedy…" he answered.

Ingrid Hunnigan appeared on the small screen. "Leon…where are you?"

"At a friend's place. What do you need Hunnigan?"

"There've been a lot a rumours about a facility on Oakfort Island."

"Oakfort? What about it?"

"An abandoned hospital…rumours say that there's an underground facility-"

"Always with the underground facilities…" he interrupted and received a scowl from Hunnigan.

"It's been connected with a series of biohazard breakouts throughout the country. We've recently received reports that biohazard attacks have been confirmed in Toronto and Seattle."

"Canada?"

"Yep. The President wants the facility checked out. So, get packed up. We'll have a plane take you out there tomorrow morning."

"Ok. Anything else?"

"Yeah…" The display screen switched from Ingrid to a black-and-white photo. "This was taken by a surveillance camera. We believe he's responsible for the attack in Toronto. He's probably responsible for all the other attacks as well."

"Do we have an ID on the guy?" The photo only showed a dark-haired man wearing a dark coat and a baseball cap.

"Ran him through facial recognition. Came back as Christopher Redfield…"

Leon froze. Christopher Redfield? As in Claire's brother? "Wait, that's impossible. He's-"

"Dead? Yeah, I have the file with me. Turns out the BSAA never found his body though."

"So what? He decided to fake his death and switch sides?"

"I don't know. Maybe he finally snapped. It's noted in his psychological evaluation that he was suffering from PTSD after a mission in an African town called Kijuju."

"Alright, thanks Hunnigan."

Their conversation ended just as Claire came out of her bedroom. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. "What's wrong?" she asked the agent, noting the concerned look on his face.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Claire…I have something to show you." Leon showed the redhead the photo. Claire's eyes widened as she dropped her towel. She looked at Leon, an expression of confusion plastered on her face. "It's Chris." He waited until she sat down next to him before telling her everything Ingrid had told him just minutes ago. At the end of it, all she could do was shake her head.

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Washington Dulles International Airport

It was another windy morning. Leon stood at the bottom of the staircase leading up to the private jet. He was quite impressed. It was definitely a better ride than last time. Hunnigan was getting better at acquiring transportation. He watched as Claire walked towards him with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Morning!" he shouted over the wind and the sound of the jet's engines powering up.

"Thanks again for letting me come, Leon."

"No problem." He said putting on a smile. In reality, he never ran the idea past Hunnigan which meant that the President had no idea that the Redfield was coming with him. But it didn't worry him. He would tell Hunnigan when they were in the air. Of course, she wouldn't be very happy. He boarded the jet and took a seat next to Claire.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she asked him.

"I think you deserve to know the truth. Besides, I could use the help."

"Alright ladies and gentlemen…" the Captain's voice came over the intercom, "We're taking off. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you."

Leon sighed as he buckled his seatbelt. Let the fun begin…

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