Hello there, everyone! Here's Chapter 9 of "Danger In The Closet". Thanks to all who have been reading and/or reviewing! I really appreciate it. I have been in quite a rut trying to figure out where to take this story, and I have decided to just let this story write itself. But seriously, thank you all!

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Danger In The Closet

A Resident Evil and OC Story

By SamuraiWriter

Chapter 9: Mary's Baby

"...what have you gotten us into, Christopher Redfield?"

After several long-suffering minutes of silence between the two, Leon had finally spoken up. He was no longer nude, and instead dressed in Chris' spare clothes. He sat in the wooden chair and stared down at the corpse of the bloody woman, which was wrapped in a large blanket and set off to the side near the door. Leon had considered it heartless, but there was not much they could do with the body at the moment. The rotting corpse's stench filled the air quickly, but both men did their best to ignore the strong odor that was floating past their nostrils. After staring at the body for the longest, Leon had directed his attention to Chris, who was holding the cooing baby protectively in his arms. Leon admired his delicate facial expression and he couldn't help but feel a bit touched at how much attention Chris had given the baby. Leon turned away and released a sigh, realizing the horrific contrast in situations and emotions in the log house. In one corner, there was Chris craddling the baby; in the other corner, a dead body. And Leon was right in the middle of it.

Chris had caught Leon's words late, but he finally looked up to his lover. "What do you mean 'what have I gotten us into', Leon? What would you have done then?" he answered back.

Leon only rolled his eyes at the sharp tone of Chris' voice. "You open the door to a blood-soaked woman, who is now laying dead on your floor, and we are now stuck with her baby." Leon said, his voice covered with authority.

"Right. She had a baby, Leon.."

"I know, but now look at where it's left us. Now we have to get rid of a body."

"It's not like we haven't done it before."

"This is different, Chris."

"How is this different, Leon!" Chris' voiced raised, and the baby whined at the level of his voice. Chris patted its bottom to calm him down, but his brown eyes never left Leon.

In response to Chris' attitude, Leon rose from the chair in a hurry. "I'm not going to argue with you, Chris. I'm just letting you know what position we are in now. What, do we just bury the body and raise the baby ourselves?"

Chris remained quiet, his eyes wandering off to the side. Leon gasped and caught on quickly. That was exactly what Chris had hoped.

"Chris, what the hell is wrong with you!" Leon shouted.

"Well, do you have any other ideas? We can't just go to the police, Leon. Don't forget; the police are still looking for us. If we go public with this, it ain't gonna look good. 'A dead woman and her child in the hands of highway assassin troublemakers'? Oh yeah, that's gonna sell big in the papers."

Leon had remained silent for Chris' short speech, and he released a sigh once he was finished. Chris was right. They were backed in a corner, and there did not seemed to be favorable way to get out of that corner. Atleast, not in Leon's opinion. Leon almost hit himself for being so cold-hearted, but the reality of it all had not quite sunk into his mind completely. With an indescribable look on his face, Leon turned back around to Chris and nodded.

"Alright. So, where do we bury her?"

Chris didn't smile, but he was relieved that Leon started to see things his way. "Well first," Chris turned to look at the woman's corpse "we could try to find out who she is exactly."

A chuckle escaped Leon's chapped lips. "Good luck with that, Chris. I'm not touching that woman." he said. "Not unless you run her through a car wash first."

Chris gently motioned the baby over to Leon, who took with careful hands. Leon looked into the baby's blue eyes, and he himself cracked a smile when the baby reacted joyfully towards the sight of him.

"Cute kid." Leon muttered.

Chris didn't hear him, and he covered his nose with his hand as he drew closer to the dead woman. His hands were shaky as he reached to unravel her. His fingertips finally touched the covering, and he quickly threw it back and stared down at the now revealed body. The stench was stronger now that she was revealed, and the blood on her body had been a bit smeared and it was on the inside of the thick covering. Her eyes were opened and rolled back, and they surprisingly remained noticeably white even with the massive amount of blood on the body. Her arms were side to side, but her legs were a bit sprawled and sickly-looking. Her hair was matted and pinkish-red, with some of it resting on the wooden floor below her.

Without touching the dead woman, Chris examined her body for any sort of identification on her. As he looked, he made mental notes about her. She looked to be in her mid to late-twenties, and Chris noticed a few blonde strands from her bloody hair. He could not tell her eye color, but he assumed it used to be a vibrant blue, like her baby boy's eyes.

Chris moved closer to look over the clothes of the woman. He noticed two pockets on her pants and he gulped. Chris was hesitant to search the pockets, but there was a high possibility of there being some sort of identification in them. With a defeated sigh, Chris stooped down and fiddled around with the pockets, earning a disgusted response from Leon in the corner of the room. Chris rolled his eyes and moved over to the other pocket once he found nothing in the previous one. He searched the last pocket, but he found nothing, and was only left with blood on his fingers.

"Gross..." Chris muttered as he walked over to the sink in the kitchen.

Leon chuckled as he slightly rocked the baby. "Relax, Chris. Like you said, it's not like you haven't done it before." he said, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Chris shot him a spiteful look after he had cleaned off his fingers. "Fuck off, Leon."

"There may be back pockets. Want to check those?"

"Why don't you check those?"

"I am preoccupied with the baby, hubby." Leon answered, giving Chris a playful wink. Chris responded with another roll of the eyes.

Chris walked back over to the corpse and stared down at it. With not another minute to spare, Chris stooped down and quickly rolled the woman over, his hands painted with blood all over again. He cursed underneath his breath, but he was satisfied to see pockets on her bottom. Chris quickly noticed a slight bulge in one of the pockets, and he quickly stuck two fingers in the pocket and felt the edge of a small, cold item. He pulled it out and his brown eyes widened when he saw that the small item was an identification card. It was sticky and coated with a mixture of fresh and dry blood and dirt. It did not take long for Chris to notice the card belonged to T.U.O.G.P.

'Now we're getting somewhere.' Chris thought as he wiped away the fresh blood to see the writing on it.

Leon was growing impatient and he moved slightly closer to see. "Find anything?" he asked.

Chris turned to him and held up the card for the blonde to see. "Agent Mary Douser."

"Agent?"

"Yep, and it says she was a member of T.U.O.G.P." Chris said, giving Leon a serious look.

Leon's eyes widened. "The hell..."

With the baby's head turned away from the grotesque sight of his dead mother, Leon walked closer to take a look at the card. Amongst the blood, there was the picture of Mary Douser. She was not smiling, but she looked much more appealing in the ID then she did lying on the floor. Chris was indeed right; the baby inherited his attractive blue eyes from his mother. Mary had a soft face, and she looked on as if nothing particularly interested her, or as if she had just woken up. Her strawberry blonde hair grew past her shoulders, the tips of the hair resting on her collarbone. According to the card, Mary B. Douser was born April 17, 1983. Her blood type was O, and her obvious eye color was listed beneath that. A fingerprint was present on the opposite side of Mary Douser's photo, and the T.U.O.G.P. insignia was placed at the top left corner of the card.

Chris turned back to Leon. "Any chance you've come across her?"

Leon shook his head. "Never seen her before. Maybe she was new, or she didn't stay there too long." he replied.

"Maybe she couldn't stay there too long..." Chris added, earning a shocked look from Leon.

After taking another memorable look at Mary's corpse, Chris and Leon decided that it was finally time to bury her.

It was going on 9:00PM, and Krauser and Kevin were both on the edge. They had called Leon's cellphone numerous times and received no answer each time they called. Krauser continuously suggested they go out to look for him, but Kevin always convinced him to stay, saying that Leon could take care of himself and would be back anytime soon. In the meantime, Krauser and Kevin had done just about everything they could to occupy there time; order take-out, play cards, drink beer and share stories. However, "anytime soon" had yet to come, and eventually, Kevin himself started to consider going out to look for Leon. Both men had finally agreed to go out looking for their friend, but were stopped by a painful fact; there was a high chance that the police were still looking for them. They were sitting ducks, and Krauser just grew more upset and worried.

Krauser rose from his seat and stared down at Kevin. "I can't take this shit anymore, Kevin! It's going on damn near 8:00! Where the fuck could he be?" Krauser shouted.

Kevin waved his hands in defense. "Easy, Krauser. Yelling won't make Leon walk through the door. I know you wanna look for him, but the police will be all over our asses if we leave your apartment." he responded.

"I'm not scared some fucking blue suits. I'm going out to find Leon."

Kevin's facial expression softened. "It's not about being scared, man. It's about being smart, and if you were smart, you wouldn't go out there."

Kauser's expression hardned, and he moved closer to Kevin with a menancing look in his eyes. "And just who the hell are YOU?"

Kevin smirked. "Your conscience."

Krauser blurted out a laugh and sat back down. "Right. Like fucking Jiminy Cricket."

"You watched Pinocchio?"

"Believe it or not, I actually had a childhood."

Kevin responded with a hearty laugh, and he gazed over the pistol that laid amongst the ravaged Chinese take-out boxes and the drained beer cans. The longer he stared at the mess on the coffee table, the more his mind drifted off to Leon. Despite his slightly jocular words from before, he was growing incredibly worried about his friend just like Krauser. However, he shook this emotion off of his face before Krauser noticed enough to call him out on it. Kevin looked up at Krauser, who's eyes were growing heavy. Kevin cracked a smile at Krauser; the larger man, known for his aggressive behavior and rough appearance, looked rather innocent as his eyes drooped from the exhaustion that suddenly overwhelmed him.

"Tired?" The word snapped Krauser's eyes open and he looked over at the grinning Kevin.

The blonde smirked and nodded. "Unfortanetely."

"Take a nap, dude. I'll keep watch."

One of Krauser's eyebrows raised. "Keep watch for what?"

"You know, the police." Kevin said, clearing his throat afterwards. "And for Leon, of course."

"Leave you in charge of keeping my apartment safe? I don't think so, pal. No thanks."

Kevin faked a gasp and grabbed his heart, pretending to be seriously hurt and affected by Krauser's words. "Ouch! How rude!" Kevin said, a laugh trying to escape through his teeth.

Krauser shook his head and hung it low. "I think that wound has affected your brain, too. I don't know just how Leon puts up with you."

"Funny. I was just wondering the same thing about your big ass."

Krauser flashed the grinning man a serious, but slightly tired look. "What's that suppose to mean?"

Kevin raised his hands in defense once more. "Hey, don't get me wrong. You're a cool guy and all, but you and Leon...together? Eh, it doesn't really match up in my mind."

Krauser snorted. "Well, it don't matter. It happened. Key word: happened. Whatever Leon and I had is over and done with. Quite frankly, I don't understand what Leon sees in that Chris..." he said, his voice drifting off towards the end.

Kevin shurgged. "I don't judge. Leon's happy. I guess that's all that matters."

Krauser's eyes shot open. "You don't judge? You were just judging me like 5 seconds ago!"

The younger man grinned once more. "It wasn't judgement. It was...eh, I dunno what it was." he shrugged.

"Fuck you."

"Easy, bro. I like you and all, but let's not get crazy."

Krauser was about to make a fast reply, but a knock at the door stopped the words from flowing from his mouth. All four eyes switched to the door, and an identical-sounding knock was heard afterwards. Grabbing the pistol from the coffee table and placing it at his side, Krauser eased carefully over to the door. He placed his back against the door and carefully looked through the peephole. Nothing.

"Who is it?" Kevin asked, his voice low.

Krauser shrugged. "Can't see them."

Regardless, Krauser undid the lock and grabbed the doorknob, his grip steady and tight. His fingers rubbed against the trigger of he pistol as he turned the doorknob and opened the door. With one swift motion, Krauser stepped out of his apartment and was greeted with only warm night air. He looked to his left and saw no one, but before he could turn to check the right side, a cold, metal object kissed his temple. Krauser's fingers tensed around the trigger of the pistol, but he knew that it was now useless to him.

"Down, boy." a soft, but merciless voice said to him.

Kevin's ears picked up on the voice and he grew alarmed when he did not recognize the it. He stood and glared out of the doorway, disregarding the slight pain that still invaded his arm from his old wound. Krauser slowly turned his head to look at the owner of the voice, and was met with quite a shock.

"Pansy?" Krauser asked, his lips curling into a smirk of both disbelief and amusement.

Kevin looked dumbfounded. "Who?"

Manuel smirked and pushed the barrel of the gun deeper into Krauser's temple, causing the scarred man to wince a bit. He motioned for Krauser to get back into the apartment, and Krauser followed his order. With Kevin on his toes, Krauser shot him a glance as Manuel successfully backed him back into his apartment. Manuel's eyes flashed to Krauser's gun, and Krauser knew exactly what Manuel requested of him. Snorting, he placed his pistol down onto the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving Manuel's.

"How are you feeling, gentlemen?" Manuel asked.

"As chipper as we could fuckin' be." Krauser responded, his lips curling into a wicked smirk.

"Muy bueno." Manuel whisteled loudly, and two masked gunman appeared from the doorway. They were dressed in all black military gear, and machine guns rested in their hands and were pointed in Kevin and Krasuer's direction. Kevin's uneasiness was quite visible, while Krauser remained silent and focused his attention on Manuel, his smirk never leaving his scarred face.

"I guess we're going out for a little stroll through the park?" Krauser joked.

"Something like that."

Leon slowly rubbed the baby's back as he stared down at the remaining spots of Mary's dried blood on the wooden floor. The baby was sound asleep, his chest gently rising and falling on Leon's shoulder. The soft movement of his chest and the sound of his breathing provided a sense of comfort for Leon, who felt detached from this entire ordeal. About an hour ago, Chris and Leon were engaging in much needed make-up sex on an extremely comfortable bed. Leon thought that it would all be over-they could declare their missions a failure, resign from their organizations, and find new jobs. It sounded like an unorthodox plan to Leon at first, but the more he and Chris made love, the more the plan seemed much clearer.

Now, everything had gone to shit. A woman whom worked at T.U.O.G.P collapsed dead on their floor, leaving behind her infant child. Now, Chris and Leon were in a much deeper and dangerous situation, and the challenge grew more difficult because the child was unofficially left in Chris and Leon's care. Leon adored the baby, but the sudden dose of responsibilty was a bit overwhelming to him. Nonetheless, Leon found himself still rubbing the baby's back and patiently awaiting Chris' return from burying Mary's body. Every minute that past seemed like an enternity, and Leon grew weary and weak from waiting.

Suddenly, the door clicked, and Leon's eyes looked on as the door opened wider. Chris stepped in, the handle of the shovel sticking out further than him. His black sweatpants and brown shirt were stained with dirt and grass, and his brown hair and face were sticky and damp from the sweat produced from digging. Chris let out a huge sigh and placed the dirty shovel against the wall, walking over to the couch and sitting down. His fingers grazing through his brown hair, collecting bits of both sweat and dirt. He did not make eye contact with Leon, but he could feel Leon watching him. Chris decided that he would get out whatever he had to say before Leon could ask what happened.

"Nothing really happened. I dug a hole, threw her in, and threw the dirt back on her. That's it."

Leon's face twisted at his words. "How can you just say it like that?"

Chris turned to him. "What other way is there to say it, Leon? It's not like I haven't seen dead bodies before." he said.

"This is-"

"Different? Bullshit, Leon. We're in deep shit. We don't know just what exactly Mary got herself into, but I have a feeling that we may now be involved as well. Maybe she was involved in the assassinations, I don't know. I mean, she did work for T.U.O.G.P..."

"Are you implying that T.U.O.G.P. had something to do with this? What about the BSAA?"

"What about them?"

Leon's mouth opened to respond, but Leon could not find the comeback he desired. His facial features softened, and a look of slight embarrassment spread across his face. Leon turned away to hide his embarrassment, but Chris noticed too soon. Feeling guilty, Chris raised from the couch and walked over to his lover. A firm, but careful hand gripped Leon's shoulder, and Chris lightly placed a kiss behind Leon's ear.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I'm just..."

The sound of a small object crashing to the floor interupted Chris' words, and they both turned towards the bedroom. Leon started to move towards the room, but Chris pushed forward and crept closer to the room. Without any sort of protection, Chris barged into the room and looked around. There on the floor, among the strewn out clothes, was Leon's vibrating cell phone. Chris knelt down and picked it up, the vibration tickling his fingers and the palm of his hand. The name "Jack" was seen on the phone, creating slight suspicion in Chris.

He walked out of the bedroom, his eyes never leaving the unfamiliar name on the cellphone. Leon stared at Chris the entire time, trying to decipher the expression on his face. Finally, Chris looked up at Leon and motioned the cellphone over to him.

"Jack?" he questioned.

Leon's pale cheeks turned a faint red and he snatched the cellphone out of Chris' hand, surprising the latter with his eagerness to answer. With an apologetic and innocent smile, Leon flipped his cellphone open and placed it to his ear, the cold surface against his ear making him jump a bit.

"Hey, Jack. I'm alright. Sorry I haven't been calling y-"

"I'm afraid Mr. Krauser is currently unavailable right now, Leon.".

Leon tensed. "Who the hell is this?"

The tone is Leon's voice alerted Chris, and he crept a bit closer to listen in on the conversation.

"Someone who is going to change your life."

Leon turned to Chris with a tap on the shoulder.

Chris reached for the phone, but Leon turned away before his fingers could graze Leon's ear. In case Leon's confusion evolved into anger, Chris motioned for the baby and he gently took the baby boy from Leon's grasp. Similar to Leon, the sleeping infant's head rested on Chris' shoulder and Chris felt his small chest rise and fall.

"What the hell are you calling me for?" Leon asked, anger rising in his voice.

"Mr. Krauser and Mr. Ryman are in a predicament at this time, but I am giving you the option to be their savior."

"Why did you take them, you fucking asshole?"

"Leon, such language is quite uncalled for. Please do refrain from using such vernacular, or I could get angry."

"Whatever. Just tell me what you want. Money?"

"Money is extremely overrated. Right now, we require something of a greater value."

"We?"

"Grab a pen and some paper."

Cursing underneath his breath, Leon looked around for something to write with and on. Leon spotted a lone pen on the kitchen counter and grabbed that, along with a napkin. "Alright. Go ahead." Leon said, clicking the pen.

Chris watched as Leon scribbled down something on the napkin. Due the faint smell of sweat and grim on Chris, the baby started to fidget and moan. Chris rubbed his bottom to soothe him, his eyes, however, never leaving Leon. Leon had stopped writing and he slammed the pen down onto the counter, provoking a moan from the baby and alert in Chris. For safety measures, Chris walked over to coffee table in the living room, picked up the Beretta 92, and placed it in his back pocket.

"And Leon...I recommend you leave now. Where you are now is completely unsafe."

"Huh?"

A second later, the sound of glass breaking rang in Chris and Leon's ears. They jumped and turned around, and gunshots danced across the log home, piercing pictures and walls, breaking decorations, and provoking loud cries from the baby boy. Leon aimed for the floor and Chris ducked down, covering the wailing infant with his arms as he tried to escape the gunshots.

"What the hell is going on!" Leon shouted.

"What do ya think! Follow me!" Chris shouted back, running into another room. Leon was in hot pursuit of Chris, dodging each bullet that came by him. Leon followed Chris through a door and to the back of the log house, where Kevin's car was parked amongst the darkness and the trees. Chris grabbed the car keys from a key rack and activated the car, its lights flashing and shining on the many trees and bushes. Chris hurried and opened the back door of the car, gently placing the crying infant in the back seats.

"What are you doing!" Leon shouted at Chris over the gunshots.

"What?" Chris asked, buckling the little one up. "I don't have a booster seat... and is that blood on the seats?"

With a roll of his eyes, Leon ran to the trunk. With one good, powerful kick, the trunk flew open and Leon fully opened it. There were numerous items in the trunk, but Leon's eyes focused on a cluster of objects all compacted into a dirty, but useful baby safety seat. He grabbed the seat, dumped all the contents out onto the ground below, threw the car seat to Chris, and slammed the trunk close.

Though slightly confused, Chris unbuckled the baby and placed him gently into the car seat, buckling him up and slamming the door as the gunshots grew closer. Chris and Leon hopped into the car and wasted no time hurrying away from the log home and driving down the hill. Leon opened the glove compartment and fished around for his gun and ammo. He found his pistol and two clips, and he filled his gun with one of the two.

"Where did you get the car seat from?" Chris asked.

"I think it belongs to Kevin's sister."

"Who was that on the phone?" Chris asked, ignoring the response.

"It's just a hunch, but I think that was Wesker..."

Chris' eyes widened but they never left the road. As he continued to drive, only the baby's coos and the sound of the tires riding across the dirt were heard.

"This is it." Leon said.

"An abandoned warehouse? How original, Wesker." Chris said.

The warehouse was large and decorated with rust and colorful graffiti. Nearby trash danced as the wind carried them along the sidewalk, some of it crashing into the front of the warehouse. In spite of that, the warehouse's appearance correctly matched that of its environment; a collection of slightly impoverished and less supported local business buildings and community centers. Leon and Chris' eyes were fixed on the small opening on the door, and they flashed eachother a look.

"Rock, paper, scissors on who goes in first?" Chris asked, his voice bearing a jocular tone.

Unfortanetly, Leon was in no joking mood and he flashed Chris a serious look. Chris slightly jumped at his expression and he walked to the door, his hand moving down and gripping his concealed pistol through his shirt. His hands gripped the edge of the warehouse door and he slid it open, turning to Leon and signaling him to follow him. As Leon drew closer, Chris pushed the door further to allow him to enter easily. The warehouse was scaringly dark, except for the rays of moonlight that slipped through the warehouse windows, and the cracks and holes of the worn down warehouse ceiling. The warehouse carried a horrendous stench, but Chris and Leon managed to mostly ignore it and trek further into the building.

"So glad you could join us, gentlemen." a voice said.

Chris and Leon snapped their heads to the front and their eyes were glued onto the familiar figures in the middle. Krauser and Kevin were down on their knees-blindfolded, gagged, and bruised. Behind them stood Manuel, pressing a gun in the back of each of their heads. Manuel stared at Chris, a smirk curving onto his attractive face. In spite of the solely visible anger on Chris' face, Manuel could sense more emotions-hurt, confusion, and betrayel. Manuel loved them all.

"Manuel..." Chris growled.

"Good to see you again, Chris."

Infront of them all stood Albert Wesker, dressed in his signature all black and holding onto a matching black pistol. His blonde hair was slicked back to perfection, and in spite of the dakrness of the warehouse, his sunglasses were perched on his face.

"You can't go a day without those damn sunglasses, huh Wesker?" Chris shouted at him.

Wesker snorted. "I highly recommend you to pare those smart comments of yours, Christopher. They could highly influence the fate of your friends here."

"Why did you take them?" Leon asked, taking a step closer.

"Bait. However, it's only fair. You have something I want, and I have something you want."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about, Wesker?" he asked, his voice full of authority and anger.

Wesker took a few steps forward, the click of his shoes echoing across the warehouse. "Now, if you do not mind, please hand over my son."

Time seemed to stop when the word "son" was heard. Chris and Leon shot eachother glances, and then they both turned to the infant child in Leon's arms. The boy's baby blue eyes stared back at Leon, and a smile spread across the boy's fat face.

"Son?"

End of Chapter 9

What a twist! I hope you all liked this chapter; I worked pretty hard to get it done in the midst of schoolwork. Now, I must brainstorm for the next chapter! :D

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