It's the heaviest Jill's slept in her whole life, and she really only wakes up because of Chris's jerking to toss a pillow at her alarm clock. Still tied up in his arms the way they'd fallen asleep, Jill manages to tune into the world after a few seconds of blurry rousing. Prying herself loose of his sleep-heavy limbs she shuts off the alarm.

He sighs with relief at the silence and she looks at him with a laugh.

"Hey, time to get up." She says, voice dry and laced with tenderness.

"Mhp." He smushes his face closer to the pillow, one hand reaching to her waist as if to pull her back down.

"Come on, we have to go." She fondly runs her fingers across his hairline and down to the nape of his neck.

"No." He squeezes his eyes tighter to drive the point home.

"Please?" She asks leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go back to sleep instead." He suggests.

"We need to go to work, and you know it."

He finally cracks an eyelid at her to give her as much of a glare as he can muster, "No we don't."

"They don't know about last night… And Joseph…" She sighs, making a move to leave the bed, but he grasps at her wrist.

"Let Barry handle it, come back to bed."

"I'm not going to do that." She shakes her head stifling a yawn so that he can't hold it against her.

Just as she twists herself to get out of bed, the phone rings violently on her table. She hesitates, suddenly stressed by all the possibilities of who could be calling.

"You gonna answer that?"

"You gonna throw another pillow at it if I don't?" She teases reaching over to answer. "Hello?"

"Jill, it's Enrico."

"Hey, I'm just getting ready."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Jill returns the question, Chris snorts loudly as he rubs his eyes.

"Are you crazy? You had a long enough shift last night, stay home."

"Uh… Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, I just wanted to know where you put those files for the Mendoza case."

"They… should be in Wesker's office." Chris gives her a knowing smirk as she speaks.

"Thanks, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." He hangs up without letting her speak.

"We have a pretty cool job." Chris says opening his arms to her.

"I guess so." She shakes her head.

Climbing back into bed she buries her face into his chest, still tired eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of his laughter.

"You really thought we were going to have to go in."

"Look, we saw some shit, did some shit-"

"Stayed out until 3 a.m. for our job." He runs his fingers under the hem of her nightshirt. "We deserve a break."

"Ugh, do I ever." She mumbles into his shirt. Absorbing the moment as best she can, her skin prickles with delight. The feather light circles he draws on her spin sinking into her soul.

"Not me." He notes with a chuckle.

"You got to see Claire." She claims weakly already falling back to sleep.

"This is better." He says before she fades away.

She wakes up an hour or so later, Chris having shifted to his back at some point. Sunlight lazily filtering in through the cracks of the blinds, landing gently over his chest. She shifts slowly, inching up his body until her head is next to his; hand in his hair she leaves a handful of soft kisses along the side of his face until a smile cracks through the plane of his dreams.

"I love you." She says.

He chuckles, "What a way to wake up."

"Play your cards right and it could be forever." She says softly.

He turns over and pulls her in for a kiss, it's a lingering type of kiss, where their bodies never quite leave the other. From fingers and lips to legs intertwined beneath the blanket and hip bones grazing the other; no part of them wants to be without love.

Eventually they get up, pulling themselves into the kitchen for bowls of cereal. They sit down on the couch and flip on the TV for background noise, the weather will suffice.

"So, is Allen paying you extra for all the heavy lifting you've been doing?"

"I don't know, he might just go with a 'saving humanity is enough payment' copout."

"Ugh, just shell out more time off."

"He's not my boss."

"Of course, he is. Basically. FBI definitely outranks whatever the hell STARS falls under."

"Well, that could change soon." Jill snorts, "What if they shut us down?"

"Not a chance, we're heroes." Chris says between bites, "Well, at least you are."

"Shut up, you're a hero too."

"Not like you." He scarfs down the rest of his breakfast in a hurry.

"I heard from a little bird that all that time training at the range is paying off." She assures him.

"But you saved people, lots of people. Including me and yourself. That's badass right there."

"Of course, it was, who do you think I am?"

He laughs, "You really are my dream girl."

"Even with the lying?"

"Nobody's perfect." He shrugs nonchalantly as she pulls at his hand.

"Do you think… Do you think it'll get better from here on out?"

"Not sure, you kind of blew the lid off pandora's box." He sighs, barely catching the grief in her gaze.

"Yeah…" She sighs, placing her empty bowl on the table.

"Hey." He moves a strand of hair aside to guide her gaze towards his. "It'll be okay."

"I… I'm scared." She admits.

"Are you kidding? You made umbrella look like idiots with how easily you took them down. You faced goddamn zombies and barely bat an eyelash." He's laughing but sincere.

"And I'd rather not do it again, thanks." She turns back towards the TV, looks like it'll be a rainy week.

"If we have to, we'll do it together." He assures her.

"How about we just never do it again?" She asks, knowing it's unrealistic.

"How about we make a world where this shit doesn't exist?" He returns the question.

"I like that…" She nods.

"I'm not going anywhere without you." He says, looking uncertain for a moment afterwards. Just as he's about to speak she looks back at the TV.

"Oh my god." She says, quickly turning up the volume.

"Breaking News, Raccoon City Chief of Police Brian Irons has been arrested by the FBI early this morning." The news anchor says stoically, a video of Chief Irons being escorted away in cuffs plays behind her. "According to reports, he's being investigated for the alleged kidnapping, rape, and murder of up to twelve victims. The FBI has been reportedly investigating him for the past six months and have indited several high-ranking Umbrella Corporation officials involved in a coverup scandal; this including several head researchers, board members, and staff. No names have come out due to company privacy.

"In addition to charges of conspiracy, the company is also facing undisclosed charges involving business and research practices. We will continue to update this story as it develops."

"Holy hell." Chris sighs.

"I always knew Chief Irons was rotten." Jill shakes her head, "I mean, I didn't think he was a murderer, but Christ he was weird."

"Do we work with anyone normal?" Chris pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Kenneth seems pretty alright." Jill gives him a sideways glance. Still intently watching the news as they play footage of the arrest.

"That's what he wants you to think." He says, a knock at the door interrupting their banter.

Cautiously, Jill answers the door, "Well look who it is."

Jill chuckles at Allen's cocky smirk.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Happy isn't the word I'm looking for." She folds her arms.

"I'm crushed." He puts a hand over his chest, "Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah." She steps to the side, watching Chris's quizzical look morph into realization as he spots Allen's hand.

"Who's this?" Allen asks.

"Chris, my partner and partner." She smirks.

"Sir." Chris stands up, "I, uh…"

"You're on my list." Allen says humorlessly.

"Don't be a dick." Jill shoves him playfully. "Coffee?"

"Please."

Jill leads him into the kitchen and starts to brew a pot. Chris hangs back in the doorway.

"So, what makes you think you can date her?" Allen asks bluntly.

"I, don't?" Chris asks back.

"Allen, I'm a big girl who makes her own decisions." Jill says, not turning away from her task.

"I'm still going to call you out for the stupid ones." He responds. "I don't expect you to do anything stupid, but if you do, I'll make you disappear."

"Noted." Chris says, walking back into the living room to clean up and clear his head.

"I can kick you out of this apartment." Jill laughs at Allen as the coffee starts brewing.

"You can but you won't." He chuckles.

Rolling her eyes she pulls out a few mugs, "Chris, do you want coffee?"

"Sure." He mutters, keeping his distance as he does the dishes.

"I think you made him nervous." Jill chuckles.

Handing Chris a mug and rubbing his back encouragingly, she kisses the side of his head. She then walks to the table with her own mug and Allen's.

He pulls out a few file folders, "These are yours for review."

"More missions already?" She asks.

"Recruits." He says, "I've picked a few of the RPD's newest recruits with the most potential. But since you're Alpha team's new leader you get to pick your squad."

"I'm what?" She stalls looking at him strangely.

"Enrico and I spoke this morning. He agreed to take up Wesker's administration duties. And you will take over as Alpha team leader."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say yes." Chris says from the sink, "You deserve it."

She mulls it over for a second, "So STARS is still in operation then?"

Allen nods, "For now, you'll remain headquartered here in Raccoon City; the organization is being absorbed by the FBI but you won't notice any direct changes just yet. Expansion and implementation to other cities will probably take a while, but in time STARS will becomes something Umbrella could have never envisioned."

Jill nods with a smile. "We fucking did it, huh?"

"This fight is far from over, but we got a good start here." He returns the smile, "Thanks to you of course."

"I couldn't have done it alone." She says.

"You probably could have, but I'm glad we didn't take that risk." He smirks.

"Any other Earth-shattering news?" Jill asks.

"I think you've had enough of that for the day."

"I've had enough for a lifetime, doesn't mean there isn't more."

Allen rolls his eyes, "God woman, take what I'm giving you here."

"Fine." She chuckles, "Where are you headed?"

"First, the penitentiary, I have a few more arrests to make and an investigation to lead. Then It's back to the office, prisoners require so much fucking paperwork it's ridiculous." He chuckles, finishing his coffee quickly.

"I'm here but try not to need me." She laughs.

"Yes ma'am, I wouldn't imagine making you do shit for me on your day off. I don't have a death wish." He stands up from the table.

"Bullshit." She rolls her eyes, standing to hug him. "Everything will work out."

"I hope so." He says, following behind as she leads him out.

"Me too."

"And I mean it Chris, take care of her. God knows she won't do it herself." Allen says over her shoulder.

"Hey!" She shoves him lightly.

"Can I get a, yes sir?" Allen directs sternly at Chris.

"Yes, sir." Chris responds nervously.

"Good." He nods, "I'll be in touch."

"Tell your wife I said hello." She calls after him, shutting the door as soon as he's gone. "Christ."

"So, do I call you, boss, now?" Chris asks with a teasing grin.

"You're impossible." She shakes her head.

He shocks her by engulfing her in his arms, "I'm so proud of you."

She returns the gesture, clinging to his neck with a genuine smile. "I guess I am too."

"You guess? Miss. Captain, I think you need to lighten up."

"Hmm, how should I?" She teases him with a kiss. "Aren't you glad I reported this to HR?"

"Absolutely." He laughs, "And dating your boss is very attractive."

"Kinky?" She snorts.

"If that's what you want."

Another kiss later, she smirks at him, a low growl in her throat, "It is."