Here is my second story! It is a sequel to my first "Deep Blue", and takes place after RE5. I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
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"So...I guess this is done then." Her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence, she stood up and rested her hands on his chest. He was so warm. She could feel his heart beat. Albert tightly wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, she buried her face against his chest. He smelt of rich cologne, like a gentlemen. It was a smell she didn't want to forget.
"For now, Colette." He lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the lips, her hands clenched at his uniform, she wanted to sob into him and have him hold her but would not allow herself to break down. Their lips parted and he brushed the side of her cheek gingerly.
"There's a chance of more transfers, depending on where the research takes me...Will you..be here for me when I get back?" She asked.
He only smiled and embraced her again. He knew he wouldn't.
Jetlagged.
Colette hated the feeling.
Life for the past decade had been a blur of temporary houses all through the Arctic Circle. A wild snipe hunt for a strain of virus that turned out to be totally fictional. Little did she know that by getting out of Raccoon City as quickly as she did, her life was spared from the carnage of the walking dead. Her relationship with Albert Wesker had actually helped her rather than doomed like like the denizens of the mountain city. Thankfully Colette was now going to call Washington D.C. her permenant home. After being approved for a transfer for detective work she was finally able to buy a small house and settle in.
The Washington Police Department Colette was going to be working at was massive. She was reminded of the Raccoon City Police Department, how her own fresh-faced 20 year old self had been so excited to work in such a nice office. This one put Raccoon City's to shame.
Colette put a cardboard box on her desk, it was filled with little momentos from her world travels, awards from her military service and other knick-knacks. She looked around the room, it was fancy, large and sophisticated looking. Dark wood panelled the bottom half of the wall. the top half was painted a rich green, there was two large windows on each wall that framed a view of a park across the street. However one thing caught her off guard.
There was another desk across from her own.
She hadn't realized she was to share an office, it didn't bother her but had just come as a surprise. Curiously she wandered over to it to see if it's inhabitant had already settled in, when a voice caught her by suprise.
"Ah, Ms. Ericson, good to see you found everything alright." A man's voice startled her, she turned to see an older, balding man in the door. He had a friendly grin on his face, he looked like he could be Colette's father with the lines creasing his forehead, but his eyes reflected a youthful spark that was very welcoming.
"My name's Charles Thomas, we spoke on the phone a few times." He paused and looked around the office and at the box on the desk. "I guess we could get right down to business, you're partner should be in later this afternoon, it seems his flight in had been delayed. I thought he would make the perfect partner, going over the applications I couldn't help but notice he had worked for the R.P.D. as well."
Colette froze. Her heart stopped beating in her chest. It couldn't be.
"His name is Chris Refield, you know him?"
It wasn't.
"The name sounds familiar, I might just have to see him in person for it to flood back." She laughed, unpacking her belongings. She had long gotten over the relationship her and Albert had. She forced herself to let it go a few years after the whole fiasco. Still, the sting of hope left a bad taste in her mouth.
"I have to get back to the bullpen and make sure everyone's walking the line, you can ask me if you need anything, sound good?" Charles had said, prompting Colette to nod politely. She really didn't remember anyone named Chris, although she could swear she heard the name in the past. Although eager to find out who he was, Colette was exhausted, and there were many unpacked boxes waiting for her at home.
Their meeting would have to wait.