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A/N: Sorry I haven't posted sooner but I've been laid up with a wisdom tooth extraction. Not much fun but I'm back and I hope you all enjoy this!!

The elevator came to a sudden stop and almost knocked Claire off her feet. She steadied herself, brought up her weapon and waited for the doors to slide open. Nerve wracking moments ticked by and the doors stayed stationary. Frustrated, Redfield stabbed the DOOR OPEN button.

"Shit."

She continued to jab at the button relentlessly. The frustration was easing into anger when she heard a noise above her. She craned her neck upward just in time to see something black hurdling toward her. A moment later, everything went black and Claire Redfield was falling ... falling ... falling ....

Leon Kennedy was dreaming a memory. He was on a boat in the middle of the ocean. The sky was blue and the water was as smooth as glass. A slight breeze ruffled his shaggy, blonde hair and the scene of jasmine lingered in the air. It was the day of Claire's 22nd birthday.

Kennedy was at the wheel of his beautiful sailing vessel, smiling at the open water before him. At his side was Claire Redfield. She was grinning up at him, her smile holding a promise of love and hope. Joining in on the excursion was Chris Redfield, Claire's brother and his girlfriend Jill Valentine. There was nothing but laughter in the air and high spirits. In his sleep Leon smiled, savoring the recollection of him and Claire. They were standing now at the bow of the schooner, watching the sun set.

"All this beauty, it has to be a sin." Claire smiled, simple and sweet.

Leon tucked a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. "I'll say."

Her eyes caught his. "I'm in love with you, Leon Kennedy. Wherever you go, I'll follow."

He chuckled slightly, caught off guard by her mature words. It was the first time she'd ever spoken with conviction. "Why on Earth would you want to put yourself in harm's way for me?"

"Because," her hand caught his. "I never want to miss another sinful sunset with you."

At that moment, Leon knew he'd ask her to become his wife. He'd purchased the ring the next night. It was all he could think of as their lips met. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the taste of her lips, the way her fingers liked to play with the hair on the base of his neck – It was too much to bear. Kennedy opened his eyes and banished his memory filled dream. The safety and affection he'd been wrapped in disappeared as he adjusted to the all too familiar surroundings.

His bed was no more than a mattress with a dirty sheet. It was better than the three months he'd spent on the cement floor, though. Speaking of the floor, it was smooth concrete that stretched out into a spacious 8x10 cell. The walls were also concrete with a metal door stuck securely in the side. A chair was located at the center of the room.

It was not a creature comfort, this chair. Rather, it was a device used to pry knowledge from the young CIA agent. Leon had spent more hours than he cared to recall in that wooden torture device. It made him nauseous to even look at the damned thing.

Kennedy guessed that it could be worse. He could be completely starving instead of only half way starving. At least there was a small consolation in that. The diet he survived on was something to be desired. He received three meals a day; in the morning there was water and bread, in the afternoon there was water and bread and in the evening there was water and bread. Good thing he wasn't sticking to that Adkins diet.

Leon shrugged his broad shoulders and was about to collapse on his bed when the cell door flew open. He shielded his eyes from the unaccustomed light as two burley guards rushed in, roughly grabbing him by the upper arms. Close behind them was Harmony and Albert Wesker.

"Didn't get enough earlier?" Kennedy joked dryly as he was secured into the wooden chair.

Harmony smiled. "Enough of you? Hardly not." She stood proudly, "But, in all honesty Leon, I'm here to make you a deal."

"Ooh, the kind where I tell you what you want to know I get to live?" Leon scoffed.

She laughed abruptly, high and musical. "No, the kind where you tell me what I want to know and she gets to live."

Leon's eyes widened and he looked around, confused. He followed Harmony's gaze to the door and his mouth went dry as the bottom of his stomach dropped out.

Claire.

She was being half dragged, half forced through the narrow doorway. Her hair hung in sweaty clumps around her bruised face. The jeans and shirt she wore was soiled, once brown boots now the color of the cement she hovered above. The guards carrying her seemed to let her body dangle in front of Leon before cruelly throwing her at the foot of the chair. Leon stared at her, mesmerized. Despite her present state, he couldn't deny the fact that she was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life.

With watery eyes, Leon looked up at his captors. "What do you want?"

Harmony's smile turned into a grin as she knelt down next to Kennedy. "Everything." She placed a hand on his knobby knee. "Everything, Mr. Kennedy, I want everything.

That's it for Chapter 4! Hope you enjoyed!!