Author's note: If I didn't mention it in the summary thing, this title is a mature thing, and I'm pretty sure readers that have gone through the previous chapters already know that. This one takes it a little further, to, discretion is SO advised.

Hotaru: For shame. Well, read on, see if your guess made the list.

Chapter 7: "Where I Am"

"It's not our baby." Claire told him. Leon just stood there, holding the now empty glass of water that she had him drink. The silence was deafening, and if there was anyone present there, they would swear that you could hear the grass sway and the birds flap their wings. "Leon…say something…"Claire pleaded, her face red, and her speech becoming almost incoherent by the end. "I…" the young man couldn't let a word out. There was a scream trying to pry itself loose from his mouth but something held it back. "Leon…"she again called, still pleading for him to do something, so that she herself would know what to do. But she still made the mistake of stepping closer.

Claire felt the side of her cheek as she leaned the back of her head on the edge of the bathtub, letting the warm water caress her body, wishing that it was someone who was holding her instead. "Why did you have to play this the hard way?" Claire asked in her mind, picturing her brother laid on a hospital bed, vulnerable, perfect. The door leading to the bedroom of the motel she was in was half open, so she could listen to the radio while she bathed. Michael Buble was singing some old song, and she let the notes sway and dance around her, forcing her to forget, at least for a moment, the hell that she was going through, and what she was about to do. She opened her eyes, looking out the door. The dead man's legs were still visible from behind the foot of the bed.

Chris leaned back, pulling the woman on top of him and cradling her between his legs. The marble floor felt like ice on his bare end, but he really didn't care. With a deep growl, Chris bit at the woman's breast, causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure. He proceeded to cover every inch of her chest with his tongue as she willingly sat up and down on his manhood. Soon enough, their muscles tensed and readied as their excitement grew too much to control. "Oh, god, Chris!" the young woman yelled as she and he both felt the explosion in their bodies, sucking away all their energy into a single focal point. Chris fell back, with the woman collapsing on top of him. "…Get off." He whispered, gathering enough strength to push the woman to her side.

"Knock, knock." Entered the commissioner, breaking off Chris' sweet memory. "Jesus, don't you people…!" the injured man snapped, startled at the sudden intrusion.

"I said, knock, knock." the older man then retorted, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a red-faced Chris fumble beneath the sheets.

"…Sorry, I was just…" Chris began to fluster, embarrassed, with a voice that resumed the role of victim.

"…busy?" finished the commissioner. He did not need to be the sharpest person to see that Chris was covering something up.

"It gets…pretty lonely here." the younger man explained, averting the commissioner's eyes.

"Do you know what an methamphetamine does, Chris?"

"…I'm sorry?" Chris responded, not because he didn't know, but because he wanted to find out why it would be related to him.

"Methamphetamines." reiterated the commissioner, taking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth.

"…This is a non-smoking zone. That means smoking isn't allowed. In this zone." Chris immediately pointed out.

"They're drugs, Chris. Did you know that?" continued the commissioner, practically oblivious to Chris' previous comments.

"…I'll call security. There's a button beside my bed…that…" Chris then brought up, either getting irritated, or getting more defensive.

"We found a significant dose inside Leon's body. So much that it didn't dissolve hours after ingestion."

"…I don't understand."

"I've had the pleasure of seeing Leon Kennedy in action, Chris. All that training he had…"

"You're saying he should have killed me."

"Without the drugs warping him up, possibly, yes."

"Possibly." Chris resigns, even in his arrogance, was not able to deny that Leon was someone he couldn't handle head on, and in a fair fight.

"…Coincidence that he trips up, the same night you end up killing him?"

"I don't know anything about it."

"Is that right?"

"Commissioner, I told you before, and I'll tell you again, it was self-defense. He came at me!"

"And you don't know why."

"Maybe it was the drugs." Chris then explained. "You said he was high."

"Uh-huh. Right. Tell me though, so why you? He was all hopped up and ready to shoot someone, why didn't he just pick a fight with the first person he saw? Why you?"

"You're charging me with something, commissioner?"

"You're awfully up to speed."

"…" Chris was already breathing deep, a mixture of physical difficulty, and mental aggravation.

"I'm sorry, I'm not hearing an answer." the old man then contined to taunt, one could say blindly, almost as if he was so determined to pin the death of Leon on Chris.

"Because I don't know what else to tell you!" Chris lashed out, catching the commissioner off guard.

"…"

"All right then, give me a motive. Give ma a reason to want to kill that man." The young man then challenged, vigor clearly returning to his voice.

"…"

"…I'm calling security, now."

"…Well, I guess I'm going to be leaving then."

"Good."

"Anyway, unless we get to link the drugs to you, you can…" the commissioner waved his fist up and down, signaling what Chris was doing before the old man stepped in. "…all you want. But I am telling you this, being a hero in the past does not exempt you from the law today."

"I never said I was a hero." Chris responded in a softer tone, his eyes distant, as if something of a significant memory stirred beneath them.

"Well, I'll be seeing you, Chris. I'm sorry that we couldn't talk under better circumstances." the old man then said, turning around and heading for the door.

"You seem to be having a field day with this." Chris quickly shot back, before the commissioner could leave. "Trying to make a name for yourself, commissioner?"

"I'm just doing my job, Chris." he responded, not bothering to look back, before he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Aya sat down and rested her head on her desk, using her folded arms as cushions. "Hey, Brea." greeted Rita, another officer that had a distinct southern accent about her. Like Aya, she had short, blonde hair, and a body that made a lot of men sign up for service. "…Rita." she didn't bother raising her head to acknowledge the other official, seeing those previous moments where she could at least close her eyes as manna from heaven. Besides, they were good friends. "I hear the commissioner was going all out in this case. Emily's pulling files left and right for him." she reported, sitting on an empty chair beside her.

"Oh? Like what?" Aya asked, pulling out her hand just in time for a cop with a bag of donuts passing by to notice.

"Well, last time, she got a hold of Chris Redfield's outgoing calls from his mobile. Now, he had Emily find Claire's." Rita responded, shaking her head when the cop with the donuts offered her one.

"I thought you were going low carb." Rita reminded Aya, who was busy taking a big bite out of the donut.

"Yeah. I don't really care about my diet right now." Aya replied, still eating, her speech nearly a slur thanks to her fatigue. "Anyway, what did the commish find out?" she then asked, looking at the donut and wondering where to bite it next.

"Well, I heard from Emily, that Chris and Claire had two things in common." Rita whispered, almost like a teenager gossiping to a girlfriend.

"They have 'C' as a first letter?" Aya asked, raising an eyebrow at Rita.

"Other than that."

"Tell me already. Or I'm telling David you like him." Aya teased.

"…Okay, both of them called Jill Valentine an awful lot of times."

The afternoon sun seared down, even through the large umbrellas that protruded from the middle of the small, round tables outside the café. Jill took a sip from her frap, her eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, closely examining everyone around. A good number of people still recognized her, and unlike Chris, she was not about the attention. But then again, she wasn't at all hard to ignore, wearing a white blazer, coupled with a pair of pants that were the same color, and a red scarf that hung down from her neck, she looked more like a cutout from an issue of Vogue.

"Aren't you the vision?" asked an elderly gentleman who came up to her.

"Hello, commissioner." she greeted, gesturing for him to sit down.

"So…" he immediately began as he sat down. "…I'm sure you've heard about what happened. A woman with your connections." he said, referring to her close friendship with a female reporter who escaped Raccoon city as well. "It wasn't Alyssa who told me." Jill was quick to point out, taking a sip from her tea.

"And may I ask who tipped you off?"

"I have my ways. But don't worry, it's not anyone of your men."

"Thank goodness. I wouldn't want to kill anyone of them."

"I heard about officer Ryman as well. I'm sorry."

"No offense to Kevin, but he is the least important issue at the moment."

"Well, let's get started."

"Chris seemed to be…confiding in you. We pulled his phone record and for the last month, you and him seemed to have a lot to talk about."

"If I tell you it's personal?"

"Then I'm afraid going to have to ask you to make it public."

"…" Jill smiled, taking off her sunglasses, revealing her beautiful, green eyes. "He wanted to see me."

"Is that all?" he asked her. Jill neatly folded her sunglasses and placed them on the table, beside the small plate that her cup of tea was sitting on.

"Yes. He wanted to see me. I move a lot, that's why it was difficult to plan anything, and he had to call so often." she said, her eyes connected straight into the old man's. "I see." he said, pressing his palms together. He was wise enough to see a lie when it was thrown at his face, and she was not lying.

"You knew Leon well, right?" he then asked.

"Well enough."

"Did he ever have, you know this is off the record, but did he ever have an addiction? To drugs?"

"…Yes." she said answered in a whisper, though seemingly dispassionate.

"Oh." the commissioner responded, almost in disappointment. Leon being a habitual user would undermine the case that he was somehow drugged.

"…He isn't the only one." Jill then continued, catching the commissioner's interest. 'Your C.S.I. must be pretty fresh if they couldn't find Chris' stash." she teased, once again refreshing herself with her tea.

"What?"

"If you can't bring him in for homicide, commissioner, then how about for possession?"

"Get off…" he whispered, gathering enough strength to push the woman to her side. Claire was still gasping for air as she lay there, half-naked, as her brother stood back up and fixed himself, before resuming his work on the luggage. "Chris…" she called, though he did not know, or care for whatever intention it was. She began to sit up, picking her clothes up from the floor and putting them on, slowly. Chris was ignoring her. "Don't forget the deal…" she whispered, still there on the floor, and Chris flashed her an angry look. Without another word, Chris slammed his luggage to a close and stormed out of the room. "I won't make you forget…"she vowed as he pulled herself up from the floor, massaging her throbbing opening.

Author's note: There you have it. More questions than answers!