Chris was down the hallway in
a matter of seconds, desperately trying to assess whether or not Jill liked
him.
He went through the door into the area where the only vending
machines on that level could be found. The decision had been made to install
them after the STARS teams complained about having to slog half way across the
Police station just to get a snack.
He walked up to the machines, and pulled out two cups.
Right…he put one of the cups under the ice machine, and his mind began to
wander off again as he pulled the small lever on the machine.
She was very friendly, he had to admit. She was a wonderful,
sensitive person and was incredibly attractive to boot. He tried to think of a
suitable line to drop her when he finally made the decision to ask her out for
a meal sometime…go out for a meal, maybe kiss for the first time…back to his
apartment…
He smiled to himself, in a dreamy state of mind. He was
suddenly very aware of his hand going numb with cold…
Oh shit!
He looked at the cup, which was practically full of ice. In
fact, he'd put enough ice in to keep a fossilized Neanderthal in perfect shape
for several millennia. He cursed, and dumped most of the ice into the bin, muttering
under his breath.
'Nice going Chris' his mind said, sarcastically 'You nearly
ruined her drink for her - That'd get
you in her good books that's for sure'
For the first time, Chris found he had to concentrate quite
hard on getting both the drinks, measuring up the cold liquid in each of the
cups, forcing lids down on both of them, and idly grabbing straws from a tray
beside it.
Chris then made a selection from the machine, peanuts for Jill,
Crisps for him.
He pressed the buttons, and with an unceremonious BEEP and a clunk
noise, two packets dropped into the collection tray. He looked down. Two
packets of peanuts. He beat his head in a steady rhythm against the machine.
He'd been trying to get ONE packet of peanuts and ONE packet of crisps!
Chris picked one up, stuffed it in his pocket and placed the
other on one of the drinks. Carefully balancing his tray of delicacies, he
walked slowly into the corridor, and then the STARS office.
"Hey Jill!" he announced, cheerfully "I got your drink and
peanuts!"
He sounded like somebody desperate to please, and doing so
quite successfully.
Jill grinned, and jumped up, sending her chair flying into
Barry's fingers, who happened to be sorting some papers on his desk when Jill
did this.
After a few moments of swearing and assorted apologies from Jill,
she walked up to Chris.
"Thanks" she said, putting her hand on the cup…but most of her
hand closed around Chris's too.
'Her touch…' he thought '…So divine'
Her soft skin clasped his for a moment, and in that moment they
exchanged glances. He got another view into her crystal clear eyes.
He smiled, and raised up the peanuts in the other hand.
"Peanuts?" he said, lamely.
She took those too, letting her hands linger on his as she took
them from him.
As she walked back to her desk, he couldn't help but watch her
cute bottom, perfectly shaped and absolutely perfect as her legs moved.
A brief fantasy flashed before his eyes, of her strip dancing
for him in her STARS uniform…he blinked, and tried not to allow anymore stupid
fantasies come to surface. The evidence of his arousal was so blatant, that he
had to walk back to his desk bent over with his feet three or four feet apart
to prevent anybody from noticing his…bulge.
Chris sat down, and allowed the torrent of paperwork to
overwhelm him as he got back into work.
Brandy
District
Raccoon City
1:00am
6 months before mansion mission
Chris yawned, and stretched his neck. Damn, but he was
tired. The stakeout had lasted for hours, they'd been told by Barry that they
would receive word when the suspected criminals would exit the building…and as
of yet, they hadn't. He scanned the dashboard and down by his feet, several
polystyrene cartons that had belonged to several McDonalds burgers, cardboard
cartons that had contained some suitably salty chips, and four cups that had
contained coke also sat, empty and discarded by his feet.
To his right, in the passenger seat, sat Jill. He'd jumped at
the chance of working with her when he found out they were assigned to a
stakeout together, and for such a length of time. They were told by Barry that
the mission really involved nothing more than sitting down for a few hours, and
then getting up when they saw somebody leave the building. Naturally, the two
of them had talked and talked, until Jill had become drowsy and decided to take
a nap.
He watched her sleep, watched her regulated breathing, her
chest heaving slightly as she slept. He felt his lust bubble to the surface. He
tried to hold it back, and gripped the seat hard to sate his lust. But Chris's
brain was suppressing this, the powerful energy that was his sense of right and
wrong and what was noble or not was just able to hold back his snarling libido
on its choke chain.
Maybe…if he just looked at her close, that would sate it…
He leaned over to her, until his nose was mere centimetres from
hers. He heard her groan slightly in her sleep.
The sound drove him
wild, and he had to grip the seat with all his might to retain some kind of
self-control. He closed his eyes, and breathed in her scent. So sweet. He
wanted to be allowed to smell that forbidden scent, to be allowed to bury his
face in her special place and whisper how much he felt he loved her…
Of course, that was what he wanted. Want is a terrible
thing, Chris thought, and opened his eyes again.
He leaned closer. Chris felt her breasts press very gently
against his body, and the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh.
Jill's face became one of contentment.
"Mm…Chris…" she muttered, oh-so-softly.
Chris leaned back, a little startled.
Did she…? Was it…?
Maybe it was…but then again…the mind could play tricks…
There was a savage beeping from his communicator, and he
grabbed it, mentally cursing whoever was on the other end.
"This is Redfield, hello?"
"Chris?" Barry's voice crackled in "It's me – The criminal
is on the move, get ready to pounce"
"Roger that"
It clicked off. Better wake Jill, he decided.
Very gently, Chris nudged Jill. His hand drifted across the
arm, and he felt a wonderful tingling sensation as his fingers brushed against
her skin.
Jill's eyes flickered open.
"Mmm…? Oh Chris…" she sat upright "…What's up?"
"Guy we're looking for is on the move" Chris said, smiling
"Ready?"
"When you are" she said, withdrawing her Beretta.
They looked out of the front window, and saw, in the shadows, a
silhouetted figure creep out from the building's entrance.
"Okay…" Chris whispered "This is our cue"
They leapt out of the car, and before the guy even had time
to react, they had their weapons pointed at him over the car doors.
"FREEZE!" Chris barked "PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"
The man looked startled…and then turned to run.
Chris aimed…and fired. The weapon recoiled in his hands as the
'POP' of the Beretta resounded in the air. The figure appeared to drop in pace,
clutching his leg, limping slowly away.
Perfect hit.
The two of them ran for him, there was not a chance in hell of
him outrunning both of them.
They grabbed his arms, and hauling him upright, pressed him
against the wall, Chris searched him while Jill kept her weapon trained on his
neck.
"You have the right to remain silent" Jill said "But if you
do say anything, then this will be used as evidence against you in a court of
law"
"Yeah…" the man muttered, wincing as Chris looked down at his
wounded leg.
"Good shot" Jill said, admiringly.
"I get a lot of practice" Chris replied.
Jill had been well aware of Chris's movements in the car. She
had had her eyes closed, but she hadn't been asleep.
She would have loved it if he had kissed her, she'd wrap her
arms around him and he'd mount her on the gearbox…she couldn't care less if the
criminal got away, she'd have Chris, and Chris would have her.
"Uh…Miss.Valentine?"
Disrupted from her own thoughts, Jill turned to see the anxious
figure of Officer Thomas standing by her.
"Yes?"
"When…did you apprehend the suspect exactly?"
"1:07am" she said "How precise do you want it? Anymore than
that?"
The man shook his head.
"Uh…no, ma'am"
She nodded.
"Goodbye then"
He nodded briskly, and walked away.
She blinked in the red and blue glare of the flashing Squad car
lights, and scanned the area for Chris.
There he was, having his statement taken by Officer Branagh.
She walked through the spitting rain, and across to the pair of
them. The familiar and friendly form of Officer Marvin Branagh turned to her,
and smiled.
"Morning Jill!"
"Morning – If you can call it morning" she said, and laughed.
"Well, looks like you two wrapped this one up pretty well"
Branagh said, scratching his head "I guess we can all go home and sleep
peacefully in our beds now, huh?"
Chris laughed, a soft chuckle.
"Hardly. Our day won't end for three hours or so, how about
you?"
"Well, I got a game of
chess to resume with the Night watchman, but after that? I'm goin' home"
He smiled, and nodded.
"Guess I'll catch you later" he said, and walked off.
Chris leaned against the car, and ran his fingers through his
hair. Jill watched him stretch his body admiringly.
"You were great" she said "Fantastic shot!"
Chris went red.
"Aww…come on, it wasn't that good"
"No, seriously!" she exclaimed "It's better than I could ever
do"
He went an even deeper shade of red.
"Aw…" he mumbled again, a shy grin sliding across his face.
"HEY!"
They both turned, to see loud-mouthed Joseph Frost splash
through the puddles towards them.
"Hey Joseph" Jill said, smiling.
"Saw what ya did – Good one" he complimented "But of course it
would never have been possible without that car I bugged up – We'd never have
known about the building…"
"Yeah, yeah" Chris said, rolling his eyes "You never get no
recognition, etcetera, etcetera"
Joseph looked at him, confused.
"We had this conversation before?"
"Just a couple of thousand times, Joseph"
He shrugged.
"I'm going back to the RPD building now, you coming?"
"Yeah…I'll take Jill" Chris suddenly said.
Joesph grinned, knowingly, and winked.
Jill blushed, covering up her face and allowed Chris to
gently nudge her on towards the car.
STARS
Briefing Room
RPD Building
11:00am
3 months before Mansion Mission
"Right" Captain Albert Wesker
said coolly, still wearing his ray-ban shades and ran a hand through his
immaculately styled blond hair "This isn't so much a briefing, more of an
introduction"
He shifted position in front of the podium.
"As you may know, we're recruiting more members for both the
STARS teams, and the first of these new recruits arrived today"
There was assorted muttering in the seats of the briefing room.
"Her name" Wesker said, pausing for effect "Is Rebecca Chambers.
She will be Bravo teams new medic, and I trust that you will treat her as one
of your own"
That was obviously the girl sitting by him, the rather nervous
looking girl dressed in her proper medic uniform, Chris decided.
"She's also the bio-chemist of Bravo team. Don't become
complacent Alpha, your role will be just as interactive with her as with
Bravo's"
There were assorted nods.
"That's it then" Wesker finished "I'll expect to see you all
promptly back here in four hours exactly, until then, catch up with your
paperwork or take some time off"
The lights came on, and the two teams stood up, going up to
greet the new girl.
"Hi" Chris said, amiably "I'm Chris, from Alpha team – This here's
Jill, Forest, Joseph…"
He reeled off their names in quick succession, each name being
greeted with a nod and a 'Hi' or a variation on that greeting at least.
Despite Jill's friendly welcome, Jill wasn't entirely sure she
was pleased to see her. What was it about her? She seemed nice enough, sounded
fairly competent…
Or maybe it was just that Rebecca was staring at Chris with a
dreamy contentment that made Jill fill very defensive.
Oh my God Jill thought Am I jealous?
END OF PART TWO