I'm so sorry I've been taking too long to update. Got caught in classes... The next chapters should be shorter but it'll take me less time to update.


Jill could smell the freshness of the produce that was exposed on big tables in the market. Her stomach would simply rumble at the sight of colorful fruits. Josephine would give her samples of everything, knowing she was craving for some.

'This way you're turning me into a fat balloon, Josie.'

'Not if you're munching on fruits, instead of pies and pastries. I'll have to get all those things out of my fridge or you will be really fat.'

Jill laughed at her honesty.

'No, please, don't take my kanyas. Take everything else, though.'

'Humpf. You like kanyas today. Tomorrow you might call Josh in the middle of the night again and ask him for something weird to eat like you did last week.'

'Right… Poor Josh, I owe him so many hours of sleep.'

'Well, he's got a good heart and he won't let a woman hungry.' Josephine interrupted their chatting when a couple was approaching them. She whispered in Jill's ear. 'You aren't Jill, remember that.'

'Sure…'

'Salut, monsieur et madame Lespat. Ravi de vous voir ce matin.'

'Salut, Josephine, ca va?'

'Ca va. This is my friend Caroline from Atlanta, United States. I met her in a safari trip to Tanzania. She's taking a break from her husband here and we're shopping.' Josephine commented, giving a funny smirk.

What an actress! Jill thought, her mind and body relaxed from all the tension that she had been through the last few days.

She would still dream of him every night. The same dream all the time, except that every night it became a little longer and pieces were added to it, like a puzzle. This time he had told her that 'their' child was special. He had been designed to be special. He! She couldn't help but wanting to dream again and know the end of her dream. Was that monster alive in her mind? Was he watching her all the time? Reading her thoughts? The thought gave her chills all over her body. She would focus on the good moments whenever she could think of them. The night before she felt the baby moving for the first time. Wasn't it too fast? It really didn't matter. She didn't want to wake Josephine up so she rushed to the couch to tell Josh about the new thing and he was happily surprised. After that she couldn't go to sleep.

She wanted Chris to be there so much. The thought made her sad for a while. She missed her friend, but she knew they couldn't see each other so soon because of BSAA. They had been tracking every movement he made. He had declared his relationship with Sheva public now, in an attempt to change the focus of BSAA's search. He was around her all the time and told Barry he would be working at the HQ that month to sort things out. Sheva told Jill that they were searching for her in the US, and had been checking on her family members. That made her deadly mad. Her family didn't even have the chance to see her since she was rescued and they were now being tormented by stupid and useless agents.

Josh had noticed her uneasiness and stayed by her side. He made her some tea and watched TV with her, talking about the news and what was going on in the world, in an attempt to distract her from her cruelest fears. If only it worked…

She was so thankful to him and Josephine. She didn't know what would have happened to her if they didn't exist. Well, as a matter of fact she knew. She would be kept in an examination room just like she had been kept by Wesker on the first 6 months after he caught her. She would be their experiment, their lab rat.

Now being outside on a warm sunny day helped her clear her thoughts. She tried on multiple dresses. Dresses had never been her style but it would be a perfect disguise. No one, except Chris would be able to recognize her now. Her hair was shorter and dark. Her face a little more round and her body was curvier. She was a different person. And she would be everything she could be to save her child.


Three days had passed since Chris had arrived and things couldn't be better for Sheva. She was super busy training a group of eighteen-year-olds who wanted to start their careers at the BSAA. Sheva gave them her best in terms of assistance and emotional support. On their first meeting, she told the group all about her life before the BSAA. They admired Sheva and saw her as a model, a reference. Sheva saw her young self in those girls. She remembered when she was only sixteen and met Cyril for the first time. He was like a father to her.


Chris watched her as she trained the young girls and thought the sight was amazing. Somehow Sheva looked like those girls, still fresh, naïve, and uncorrupted. At the same time she showed such strength and stamina that was hard to believe how young she really was. How mature she was at 23 compared to what he had been. He wondered what she would be like in ten years. Hopefully not screwed up like him.

Even though watching Sheva training young girls was a delightful sight, he couldn't get Jill out of his mind. He still didn't agree with the whole Sheva and Josh plot, but what else could he do? Africa was probably the safest place for her to be. But secretly he was planning to find a reason to go there. Sheva couldn't know about it. He knew how paranoid and annoyingly responsible she could be and she would give all the 'you-don't-know-you-will-put-her-through' speech since protecting Jill had been her top priority at the moment.

He had thought that was a twisted and funny concept. He had never thought Jill and Sheva would become partners in crime and that idea also seemed sexy to him. Two women he had loved, plotting against his back, to protect one another. Dirty thoughts crossed his mind, since he was a man, but he just chuckled at them. They were his life (along with Claire) and he would do everything to keep them safe. Claire was in heaven now, he thought. Her voice on the phone showed she was in a place where she had meant to be. The son of a bi.., he meant, Leon, was doing a good job, apparently. He wasn't the perfect man for his sister, he confessed, not the one of his dreams, but… who would be? Nobody would ever be good enough for Claire. She was the most selfless and sweet person he'd ever met. So much like his mom… Thinking about his mom also made him sad. But he had other things to think about now.

His Sheva was safe. Safe in his arms every night as they fell asleep together after talking about their days or making love. Safe teaching those 18-year-olds who were harmless. He thought that was the perfect job for her: never be put in an arena of death. Only training. It was also stupid. He knew Sheva was a potential killer and had amazing combat skills. She could probably beat another woman as skilled as Jill. It would be an interesting fight to see. Again, those dirty thoughts. He laughed even louder.

'Laughing so early in the morning, agent Redfield?'

Celia eyed him curiously.

'You don't want to know about it…' He responded bluntly, pouring himself some coffee.

'Certainly not.' She cleared her throat. 'As you know, your former partner was last seen in this facility. I was wondering if there is anything else you'd like to share with me.'

'Nothing other than what I already told you.' He answered as calmly as a sea.

'You see, Mr. Redfield. Your position here will be to locate your partner. No matter what it takes.' She said assertively, leaving the room after picking up some charts.

Chris trembled with her last words. What the hell did she mean with that?

He had been told that he would be looking for Jill as soon as he came in for his 'chat' with the president of BSAA three days ago. Why was Celia on his business now? And how could he actually see Jill without turning her in?

His coffee remained untouched at the kitchen table as he left.


'Josh.' Jill called him as he was passed out on Josephine's bed.

'Jill? What's wrong?' He asked, with a scared face. Being awaken abruptly didn't bring the best on him.

Her face was flushed with worry. Her eyes looked dark and morbid. A shrill went through his spine.

'I… I may need help.'

'What happened?' He sat down, eying her with attention.

She grabbed his hand and lightly placed on her bare stomach that was showing off between her shirt and pajama pants.

'Feel anything different from three days ago?' She asked, concern spread on her face.

He did feel. Something much bigger. He knew pregnancy moved fast, but that fast? He remembered his sister Corinne's pregnancies as he used to touch her belly all the time. Certainly nothing like that.

'Get dressed. We'll go to town right now.'


Sheva took advantage of the fact that Chris was on one of those long ass meetings with the president and sneaked out of the facility.

She walked towards an old hotel building at Oxford Street. She knocked at the door and her beautiful face partially showed as she opened the door with caution.

'Claire.' Sheva said in a relieved whisper.

'I'm very glad you called me.' She opened the door and hugged Sheva. 'Let's find her.'

'We gotta run.'

Claired nodded affirmatively as she got her phone out of her purse.