The first time I met Albert Wesker was two days after I got recruited for S.T.A.R.S . I never really enjoyed combat at all even in my days in the navy. As young as I was, my capabilities in hand to hand weren't questioned, though. Guess those times being the only girl of five siblings paid off.

I was sitting at my desk, reading through some old files, getting myself acquainted with everything when a slammed door caught my attention. It really shouldn't have, seeing as I was only two months away from active duty, where even the smallest sound was to be examined with the same caution as you would looking for nuclear weapons. Even if it turned out to be just a cockroach.

When I looked up I saw a blond guy wearing sunglasses at the entrance door looking really pissed off at something. My first impression: Norwegian homo.

Right when I was about to ask who pissed in his fruit loops, he began walking towards Chris, who was busy fixing himself a coffee in the back of the room. I was pretty intimidated ,so, I just sank into my chair, hoping to turn invisible.

", Redfield!" He barked, making the puppy dog like Chris jump, splashing hot coffee all over himself.

If I wasn't terrified ,I would've cracked up laughing. But, this time I was just trying to not be noticed.

", Yes, sir?" Chris asked, clearly anxious.

", Where is the paperwork on the rookie? You did manage to fill out our end, didn't you?" Blondie said. (note: she didn't know his name at that time)

I felt myself tense at the 'rookie' part. It's not like I was inexperienced. I just wasn't experienced in *this* field of law enforcement.

Chris got a little red ", uhh, you see, I kind of lost it and was hoping you could find another copy," he said sheepishly.

*Ya know, it was weird that no one had anything for me to fill out* I thought.

looked like he was about to pop a vessel, and I could tell he and Chris had these kinds of moments often.

* he must be team leader* I thought, propping my head on my elbow *he's kinda cute*

I started to shamelessly check him out from my chair, as he began chewing Chris out for his incompetence.

*OH, he has the perfect body structure for that position I've been wanting to-*

", Checking out the boss man?" I jumped out of my body for a few seconds ", Don't worry, your not the only one,"

I turned around to find the other girl on team alpha, Jill Valentine. I had met her the previous day, and had come to the conclusion that she had potential best friend qualities. This just gave her more ammo.

I raised my left eyebrow at her smirking. ", I was picturing a middle aged guy with Schwarzenegger muscles and battle scars," I told her.

Jill laughed and sat down on the corner of the desk ", Yeah, what he doesn't have in personality, he makes up for in looks,"

I was so lost in staring at him ,that I didn't notice he was steadily walking towards my desk. I didn't notice, until Jill suddenly jumped the corner and rushed back to her area.

*Oh ,hell, what do I do? Grrr, ACT NATURAL!* I folded my legs and ran a hand through the length of my ponytail.

I looked up at him with a passive expression when he stopped in front of my desk.

* Okay, just be cool. You can do this, it's just like high school guys. Just stay cool, and they think you know the meaning of life*

He dropped a thin packet of papers on my desk.", Albert Wesker," He held out his hand for me to shake.

I took it," Elena Moreau,"

He dropped my hand and walked out the same door he came in.

Once I made sure he was gone, I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

*wow.*

Life after that first week was rather dull. S.T.A.R.S was hardly needed , and when we were I found the jobs similar to saving cats from trees. No "real" danger.

As for Captain Wesker, well, he never hardly paid me any mind. Much to my annoyance. God, how I wanted that man.

I had finally gotten settled in my new apartment after two weeks of unpacking and I had wanted to enjoy my first night of being comfortable, with just that. I had rented a movie and bought a cheap bottle of red wine with the full intention of changing in my flannel pj's and hello kitty slippers.

But, doing so, was not in the stars (pun unintended) for me that night.

Right around eleven p.m. I was halfway lying down on my couch, having downed nearly the whole bottle of whine, I was almost drunk. Buzzed, but , not in the bad way.

My small kitten, who had yet to be named, was cuddled up to my side, sleeping.

I was pulled away from my movie ,by my phone ringing.

*Yay* I thought sarcastically.

I groaned as I pulled my warm throw blanket off and stood up, making my kitten 'meow' in displeasure. I went to the side table by the front door and picked up the phone.

", Moreau, here"I said.

I heard some shuffling on the other end he answered. ", Yes, . This is Wesker. I'm calling because I'm in need of assistance. You see, team beta has been called in for a situation, and has left me with some

files that need to be organized. I would do it myself, but, you'll see when you get here. "

", Okay, did you call anyone else to help?" I asked, kind of curious as to why Wesker would call me as opposed to the rest of the team.

", Yes, I have, but ,they were all preoccupied." He answered.

I could hear the panic in his voice. It almost made me laugh.

", Okay, captain. I'll be there in thirty minutes," I told him.

I heard him sigh in relief. ", Thank you. Very much."

I laughed ,"Your welcome, captain. See you later," I hung up the phone and went into my bedroom to get dressed.

It took me exactly twenty five minutes to get dressed and head out to .R.S HQ, my home was on the outskirts of the city.

When I pulled into the parking lot I felt a strange wave of anxiety wash over me. I didn't know if it was because I had yet to be in the office at night ,or, that I was wary about being alone with Wesker for the first time.

Whatever it was, I pushed it back and got out of the car and walked into the building.

I made my way to the file room where Wesker was ,taking off the leather jacket I put on as I went. I was expecting mountains of paperwork and Manila folders ,but, there was only the captain sitting at his desk ,everything was normal.

*Okayyyy* I thought. nothing fishy here...

I made my way over to where Wesker was standing. ", 'Sup?" i asked.

He looked up at me , and I noticed that he didn't have his sunglasses on. Wich meant this was my first time seeing his eyes.

", Yes, it seems I didn't need your help after all, ms. moreau," He said.

* Blue eyes* I mentally noted. ", uh, well, that's cool. It couldn't have been helped" (Note: for everyone else who writes this stuff, there were no cell phones in 1998. Now stop putting them in your stories.)

He had one hand under his chin supporting it ", Yes, I'm glad you understand," He said absentmindedly.

",Something wrong ,Captain?" I asked, now feeling worried for the older man.

He looked up at me for the first time. ", Actually ,yes, ," He said as he slowly stood from the desk and began moving towards me.

I had my head up expectantly waiting for his answer. I waited until he was a good ten inches away from my face ,then I took a step back, but, he wrapped a hand around my body and pulled me closer to him. In one swift jerk, he had his mouth on mine and, to my chagrin, I kissed him back.

* What the hell? When did you turn into a hussy?* I thought as I felt myself being lowered onto the desk.

* Oh, WHATEVER!* I let all rational thought leave my head as I let him have his way.

A/N

Wow. can't believe I wrote the first part of this. Alls I got to say is I really need to hone my proofreading skills.