DISCLAIMER: Resident Evil and all associated characters are the exclusive property of Capcom. A fictional story made purely for entertainment.

Rating: PG-13 for language and impure thoughts later in the fic ^_~.

Imagine That

Chapter Three: Getting To Know You

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Another day at the precinct...

Jill entered the STARS office, completely worn from sorting case files from downstairs. She sat at a random desk and leaned back. The office was empty again, the guys were probably out on the balcony, loligagin again.

"Sheesh those men, so irresponsible." Jill ranted, though nobody was around to hear it.

Jill removed the beret from her head and began to twirl it around her finger.

Jill had been grateful for her job, the pay was good and Raccoon City wasn't a bad place to live. However, something was missing...she was lonely, her parents were back in Jersey and she was here in this little town far, far, away.

But she kept telling herself to move on from that phase in her life, her parents weren't gonna be around forever and she needed to learn to take herself. Jill sighed and put her feet up on the desk, then leaned back even more so that the chair was only on two legs. She knew it was irresponsible but she didn't care who was gonna see right?

She could hear her mother nagging now:

"Jillian Valentine get ya feet off that desk, cause if ya break it your payin fa it."

Jillian, God she appalled that name why not just Jill? What were her parents smoking when they named her? Well, Jill was gonna make sure nobody found that out, and if they did she would personally hand their ass to them.

Jill looked to her right and saw a cardboard box underneath the desk next to her.

"Must be Chris's things, he's so disorganized." Jill smiled and then took this opportunity to be nosey. In the box was a skinny binder with a couple papers in it, a pair of dogtags and some picture frames. The first picture was of Chris in his Airfare attire standing next to a middle-aged women, with dark red hair to her shoulders. She wore an albecent sundress, and next to her stood a preteen; her hair in a ponytail she had a rather mean look on her face.

"Hmm, little sister?" Jill guessed to herself Jill then put the photo case down and picked up another one photo case, but this one had a crack in it and not because it fell either. The woman in this picture was very pretty, her eyes a deep cerulean blue, and her long pretty blonde hair framed her face. In the picture the girl and Chris were embraced, like a happy couple.

"Girlfriend?" Jill asked herself grimly, but the crack in the picture obviously meant not anymore. But maybe Chris still cared about her. Jill decided not too complicate her day and put the picture neatly back into the box like it was never touched.

Suddenly the office door creaked open, this startled Jill and she lost her balance and toppled to the floor hitting her head on the adjacent desk in the process.

"Argh! Damnit!" Jill shrieked in agony

"Jill? Oh damn I'm sorry." Chris said running to her aid.

"Ah shit this hurts!" Jill rubbed the bump that was forming on her head, still unaware of Chris's presence.

Chris helped her up, Jill held her head and then realized it was Chris who was helping her up.

"Oh? Chris?...Don't worry, I'm fine." Jill stumbled and almost fell had Chris not been holding her up.

"Are you?" Chris grinned at her, and then picked the chair off the floor sitting Jill down.

"You need anything." Chris asked sincerely "I'm fine...really." Jill waved a hand, she didn't wanna seem helpless but damn that bump was killing her.

Chris looked at her skeptically and then folded his arms.

"What?" Jill asked.

"I'm curious, why'd you join STARS?" Chris replied, though he didn't give her any eye contact.

"Well, the Delta Force was extreme I didn't feel like I belonged. Why does it bother you so much anyway?" Jill asked with hint of attitude, but come on this is Jill we're talking about.

"Can't get to know a fellow teammate?" Chris chuckled at her sudden ferocity.

"Well, no..." Jill laughed, why was she being so defensive?

"My parents didn't want me in the military, so it was kinda to appease them too." Jill explained.

"How come?" Chris asked

"My mom wants me to be a florist for Christ's sake, do I like Susie Homemaker?" Jill sarcastically replied.

Chris laughed. "Well, I don't think so from what I've seen your a very strong independent woman." Chris complimented, but it was true though.

Jill looked at him softly, was he hitting on her? In a not so obvious way? For some reason she didn't feel uncomfortable around Chris, now if it were Forest saying something like that she'd be a bit concerned, but Chris had such a sincere aura about him. She liked it.

"Well, sometimes..." Jill began

"Sometimes?" Chris prodded

"What about you?" Jill changed the subject

"Huh?" Chris was struck dumb cause she just changed the subject on him so fast.

"Why'd you join STARS?" Jill asked, with her head cocked to one side.

"I'll be honest, I needed a job. Barry helped land me this job, and because I was pretty good at shooting already plus the Airforce experience played a major part." Chris explained

"Why'd you quit the Airforce?" Jill asked

"Got kicked out." Chris replied kinda rapidly.

"Why? What happened?" Jill giggled at his response.

"Ah, stuff, this guy was really getting on my nerves and we kind of got into a fight." Chris scratched his head.

"Sounds like Mr. Redfield has a temper." Jill smiled and waved a finger like a mother telling her child "no"

"And it sounds like Ms. Valentine is stubborn." Chris gestured the same way she did.

They both laughed, Jill picked her beret from off the floor dusted it off and put it back on her head.

"It's on crooked." Chris smiled, he leaned in a fixed it for her.

"...Thanks." Jill smiled up at him.

"Not a problem." Chris smiled back.

They stared at each fro few moments, but Jill broke the moment with:

"So uh...your a good shot right?" Jill asked totally changing the subject.

"I'm alright, got some trophies and junk." Chris stated matter-of-factly,

"Well, maybe you could help me a bit, my aim is terrible." Jill chuckled

"Huh?" Chris cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Well, I stuck mostly to battle tactics and fixing stuff. Never did much shooting." Jill explained.

"Alright then, meet me down in weapons storage a little later deputy Valentine." Chris faked a southern accent.

"Righty-O Capin Redfield." Jill laughed at his antics.

With that Chris took his leave, and Jill was alone again in the office.

Jill looked to the ceiling and smiled.

"Hmm, I'm really starting to like this guy." Jill chuckled to herself and sighed.

Note: Aww, Jillian's in love =p, But hey what's with the girl in the picture? And what's gonna happen with them all alone in weapons storage? Ah, nothing right? Chris is just gonna show Jill how to shoot better . ^_^. Leave a review k? Oh and don't worry Forest and the Gump Squad will be back =p. Oh OH yeah, those of you staying with this fic I LOVE you ^_^ thank ya thank ya. Now go ahead and stop reading this and leave me a review.