Yay! Second Chapter is up. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for not making them meet in the first chapter. I had to because it's sort of important in this chapter, but not really. Okay enjoy.

Chapter 2: Totally Unexpected

While bored at home, Chris was silently cursing himself for not taking up Joseph's offer. It's just that he didn't feel like going to work the next day with a major hang over and then getting yelled at from Wesker. It was a little early for him to go to bed, so he decided to go on a night run since he didn't get to in the morning. He changed into a pair of windbreaker pants, a white t-shirt and put on his track shoes. He also took his gun with his ankle holster and strapped it on and made sure his pants was hiding it. He didn't know why he brought it. He just thought he should, just in case. After all, it was late at night and there were some crazy people in town. Right after he left his apartment, his telephone rang. He heard it but decided to let the machine get it because he had a feeling it was Joseph calling to tell him how bad he's missing out.

-At the Bar-

Jill was having a good time despite being the only girl. She got to know the guys a little better including Chris, somehow, because he was mentioned a couple of times in their conversations. She couldn't wait for work the next day to finally meet the infamous Chris Redfield.

"Hey Jill, you know, we, as in me Chris and Chicken Heart over there, thought you were a guy." Joseph said. The guys erupted with laughter.

"What? You thought I was a guy? Okay, I think someone had a little too much to drink." She said.

"This is my second one. It was all Brad's fault anyways." He said and took a swig.

"Mine? How?" he said.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who came waltzing into the office saying Wesker found a watchamaccallit person to fill in the watchamaccallit position." He said while waving his hands around.

"An explosives expert?" Jill asked.

"Yeah that thing." He said, "Anyways, stupid over there said you where a guy and then Chris says, 'Another guy? Why can't Wesker recruit some hot chick with a sexy body' and then I tell him he's so superficial." Joseph said jokingly.

"He didn't say that!" Brad said defending Chris. "You were...OUCH!"" Brad yelled after Joseph elbowed him in the gut to silence him.

"What is going on?" Jill asked Brad.

"Nothing." He replied as Joseph shot him an icy glare as to not to intrude.

"Hey, Jill, want to dance?" Richard asked out of the blue.

"This isn't a club or a ballroom! It's a freaking bar!" Forest exclaimed.

"Sure why not." She said, ignoring Forest. They went to the 'dance' floor and well, danced.

"Okay." Forest said to Kenneth, Barry and Enrico, who were sitting beside him. "Hey if Jill ever felt like dancing, you could take her to a bar instead of a ballroom and she wouldn't complain." He laughed. It was really obvious that he had enough to drink. They just looked at him like he was stupid.

"Joe, what the hell were you doing? You're not drunk are you? You're our ride!" Brad asked while Jill was away.

"I'm not doing anything. It's just a joke. Besides, I don't think Chris will be mad. He does have a sense of humor, I think. And no I'm not drunk." Joseph said.

"But you're already causing trouble and they haven't even met yet." Brad said.

"So what. She probably won't even remember tomorrow. Trust me."

"Oh my god! You drugged her, didn't you? I knew it, I just know it." He said as he lost his mind and started pacing back and forth in front of Joseph.

"Hell no! Even I wouldn't stoop that low. And stop pacing! You're making me dizzy. If it makes you feel better, I'll drop her home before I drop you." He assured Brad.

"Yes, it would make me feel much better, thanks." Brad said. Joseph shrugged and thought that he was more stupid that he thought he was.

"Hey guys, we should go now. It's getting late and we have work tomorrow." Barry said.

"Yeah, you're right." Joseph said, "You guys go ahead. I have to round up my passengers."

"Alright." Barry said as he, Kenneth and Enrico got ready to leave. "See you all tomorrow." Kenneth said and the three of them were off.

"Yeah, bye." Joseph waved. "Where are Jill and Rich?"

"Dancing." Forest answered and pointed to the two dancing.

"Huh, well you know, if Jill ever felt like dancing, you could take her to a bar instead of a club and she wouldn't complain." Joseph joked.

"That's what I said!" Forest exclaimed while swaying a bit.

"Okay. Whoa, dude, I think you had too much to drink buddy. Brad, go tell them we're leaving." Joseph said.

"Okay." Brad said and went to fetch the two.

-Outside-

"Redfield sure missed out tonight, huh? Wonder what he's doing?" Richard asked as they walked towards Joseph's car.

"Why? You gay or something?" Joseph said while the others laughed.

"No. It's just that this is the first time he's passed up a time to go drinking with the 'boys.' You know?"

"Yeah, I just noticed that." Forest said as he scratched his head in thought and leaned upon Joseph for support.

"Yes, cause he's been here for a long time and we go out everyday." Joseph said sarcastically.

"What?" Richard asked.

"Dude, he's only been here for a month and we've only gone out three times. Are you sure you're not the one that's drunk?" Joseph asked.

"I'm not. Two plus two is four. See?" Richard said.

"You, so you might not be drunk, but you sure are dumb." Joseph laughed.

"Hey, but you still can't rule out the context that Chris is a mysterious guy." Brad butted in.

"Yep. El mysterioso." Forest said as he waved his hands in front of Jill and stumbled in the process. The guys had to grab at him to prevent him from eating the pavement.

"Oh yeah, mustn't forget about his mysterious side." Joseph said as he looked toward Jill and struggled to bring Forest upright at the same time.

"You guys are so confusing, you know?" Jill said, "So what exactly is he? Mysterioso, I mean mysterious, good looking, a pilot, a womanizer? Take your pick."

"My dear Jill," Joseph said while putting his hand around her shoulders in a friendly way. "You'll have to find out tomorrow. But at least we got you thinking, huh?"

"Dun-dun, DUN!" Richard said.

"One thing, just don't ask about his past or his family. He gets a little 'uncomfortable' on those subjects. I'm speaking from experience." Joseph said while he unarmed his car.

"Dun-dun, dun!" Richard and Brad said in unison.

"Okay. Thanks for the heads up, I guess." She said as she got into the front seat of the car.

"Dun-dun, dun!" Brad said. The others looked at him and he felt a little stupid.

"That still doesn't answer why he cancelled on us." Richard said as he stuffed the now passed out Forest into the back seat of the car.

"Well, he has his reasons." Joseph said. He then got into his car and started it up. After leaving the bar, he dropped off Forest first even though he was the third stop on the way. He just didn't want to take the risk of him puking in his car. The smell of vomit makes him want to vomit. And plus, he need the guys help in dragging him up to his apartment. After he dropped him off, Richard was his next stop since he lived around the corner from Forest. He dropped Jill and then Brad last.

"See! You paranoid freak, I did not drug her and you would've noticed if she was. Any moron would." He told Brad as he got out of the car.

"Whatever. Wait, how do I know you won't go back to her place?" Brad asked as he stood on the sidewalk, parallel to Joseph's car.

"What the fuck! What the hell do you take me for?" He yelled. "Brad! It's late! I have work tomorrow and I'm fucking tired! I just want to go home and sleep!" He yelled.

"Keep you're voice down. People are sleeping. So, how do I know you're not lying?" Brad continued to interrogate

"Because I'm not, goddamnit! I admit she's really good looking, okay, but she's just not my type." He said as he calmed down a bit.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say. I'm sorry, but I'm not buying." Brad persisted.

"ARGH!" Joseph yelled in frustration.

"Got ya." Brad laughed.

"Fuck you!" Joseph yelled and put his car in gear and sped off, leaving Brad to choke on his dust. Brad continued to laugh on the way into his house.

-Chris, somewhere in Raccoon City on his night run, still-

It was 11:53 and Chris was still running around Raccoon City. He never went running at night and he just got caught up in it, mainly the sites. He's only been here for a month but he still hasn't gone around to see the whole city. "Wow! This place is not bad." He thought as he ran through the illuminated city. He glanced at his watch and freaked out on the time. "Holy mother of god! 11:55! I've been running for two hours? How the hell did I not know this?" Chris thought. "Damn, I better head home." Chris started on his sprint home, which was only a couple of blocks away.

-Jill's apartment, just as Joseph drops her off -

Jill waved goodbye to Brad and Joseph. As she walked to the front doors of her apartment, she dug in her bag for her keys. "Where are you?" She said aloud and took a peek in her handbag for it. She was getting a little irritated and started emptying it. "Son of a bitch." She cursed. She then dug her hands into her pockets, but there were no keys to be found. "Oh please don't tell me I locked myself out." She said as she started putting her stuff back into her bag. "God, I don't even know anyone in this building. No one's going to buzz me in. What do I do?" She said as she started to pace in front of the door. "Wait, I can always pick it. It won't take more than thirty seconds and no one will have to know." She said as she dug into her bag again and produced a lock pick that was inside her wallet. "I don't want to have to do this but I gotta do what I gotta do." She smiled as she slung her bag on her shoulder and proceeded to the door. Before she stuck the pick in the lock, she took a glance around to see if there was anyone in sight. "All clear. How perfect is this? After thisI won't have to worry about getting into my apartment." She smiled and stuck the pick in the lock.

"RPD! FREEZE, BITCH" A man yelled from the sidewalk with a gun produced at her six.

"Oh god, why me? I just want to get in and sleep." She whispered to herself. This caught Jill by surprise, but she was more pissed off than surprised though. "Did you just call me a bitch?" She said with an attitude while turning around to face the officer.

"Um, Freeze, Ma'am." He said with the gun still pointed at her.

"Ugh, how old do you think I am?" She asked.

"Miss?" He asked confusingly, "Well, It's a little hard to tell with that lone street lamp lighting the place." he said in defense. "Anyways, that's besides the point. Exactly what are you up to?" He said with the gun still pointed at her.

"Well officer," she paused, "Wait, how do I know you're a cop and not some crazy freak who wants to rap…kill me." She said as fear suddenly crept onto her nerves. "Where's your uniform or your badge?" She asked as she backed into the door.

"I'm off duty right now and I don't have my wallet on me, but let me assure you, I am a bona fide police officer." He told her, while he holstered his gun.

"Okay, I believe you, but just a little." She said as she showed him 'little' with her thumb and index finger touching. However, he couldn't see because he was a couple of feet away. "Well then, you're off duty and since you can't produce a badge, you don't count. So just bugger off then will you?" She said and then turned around and continued at the lock.

The office, none other than Chris Redfield on his way home from his run, was getting a little irritated by her stubbornness. "Lady…ma'am, I...I mean Miss," He corrected before he could get another scolding, "Step away from the door." He said as he brought out his gun again and quickly ran behind her before she could get the lock to budge.

Jill, irritated, stepped away from the door and faced the officer, yet again. "Heeey," She thought, "He's a pretty one. Why weren't you at the bar? Oh no…now is not the time Jill." She scolded herself. Similar thoughts ran through Chris's mind as he saw her too.

"Is that gun really necessary? I don't plan on running." She said to break the fifteen seconds of odd silence. "Hmm, I wonder if he'll chase me if I run." she thought "What the hell? Now is not the time to be thinking of this!" She scolded herself yet again.

"Sorry…it's just that you're not listening to me. I had to do what was necessary." He said with a smile as he put his gun away. "So want to tell me why you're picking this lock in the middle of the night?" He said as professional as he could.

"I live here." She said.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"If you must know, before I went out, I forgot my keys up in my apartment. When I got dropped off and after much digging in my little bag here," She lifted it up in the air, "I noticed my keys weren't there…so I figured I left it, unless…" she trailed off, "No he wouldn't. That would be too cruel of a joke to pull on the 'newbie.'" She whispered.

"He? Must be the boy toy. She is a knock out after all." He said.

"Excuse me?" Jill said.

"What?" Chris asked as he snapped out of his thoughts.

"You said something." Jill said.

"No I didn't." He denied. "Shit, I said that out loud?" He thought.

"Yes, you did. You're going to knock me out as soon as I turn my back, aren't you?" She said.

"No I'm not! What kind of police officer would I be if I did?" Chris asked.

"Never mind." She said, "Anyways, long story short, went out, forgot my keys and the cause: I'm locked out. Happy?"

"How do I know you're not lying? For all I know, you could be breaking into this building to pull a little 'heist,' and then kill the unsuspecting person in their apartment." He got a little ruthless.

"Really? With what? My nails! Oh yes, I'm going to scratch them to death!" She yelled sarcastically.

"You could have a gun in your purse." He said.

"A gun? In this bag?" She said as she waved it around hysterically. It was late, she was tired and most of all, she needed to pee, so she had a reason to be pissed. "I still have trouble looking for my make-up in this thing! What makes you think I have a gun! Besides, what gun will fit in here?" She yelled in a fit of rage.

"You could have one of those concealer guns. I'm sure it would fit." Chris said.

"Oh my god!" Jill yelled, "Would it make you feel better if I emptied it?" Before Chris could even answer, she opened her bag and dumped everything on the pavement. "See any 'concealer' gun mister pretend officer? Oh yes, here it is!' She picked up her tampon. "My concealer weapon!"

"Um…a tampon?" Chris scratched the back of his head and felt a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, you never would have guessed, huh. All I have to do is plug your nose and shove this down you throat and watch it expand to your curves!" She put it right in front of his face, making him go cross-eyed.

Chris put two in two together and figured out why she was so pissed off. But what he was thinking was not the answer. She always carried one just in case. He took a step back and "fixed" his eyes. "Hey, hey! No need to get hostile here!" He raised his voice to show a little authority.

"Ugh, you're the one who's insisting that I have one of those 'concealer' guns in my bag."

"I didn't insist! I just said that it would fit, and you go and make a big deal out of it, dumping the contents of your bag on the pavement and waving your tampon around like a crazy woman!"

"Oh crap…my powder. I just hope it didn't crack. I just bought it before I left." She said as she bent down to examine her compact. "Thank god, you know how expensive these powders are?" She asked him.

"Um, I wouldn't know. I don't wear powder." He answered.

"Being a girl sucks. I spend over fifty bucks on make-up alone, and all I buy are powder, lip gloss and stuff for my eyes. It's crazy!" She began putting her things back into her bag.

"Um, okay but you still haven't answered my question." He was getting a little irritated by her stalling.

"Oh," she remembered why this handsome officer 'pulled her over.' "Here we go again." She thought. "I already told you. I went out and forgot my keys. What do I have to do to get you to believe me?" She asked.

"You have to understand that I'm just doing my job." He said. "So do you always carry lock picks?"

"Oh, um that, yeah, I mean no. This guy at the bar I was at earlier gave it to me for some strange reason." She lied. She wasn't up to telling him that she was an ex-thief or that she was in the S.T.A.R.S. unit and she was a locks expert. However, it would have been easier if she told him she was in the S.T.A.R.S. unit. But because he was just a 'police officer' and her being in a 'higher' position than him, he would be a lot harder on her. Iif she only knew. "He said that it might come in handy and low and behold, it did, until you came along." She finished.

"Hey! I'm only doing my job, to see that the citizens of Raccoon City are safe from people such as yourself." He said. "Oh shit. Did I just say that? Damn, I'm gonna get it." He thought while he waited for the worst.

"Ha! What are you, Batman?" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"You said you were at a bar earlier? You wouldn't happen to be drunk would you?" He quickly changed the subject.

"I had a two drinks big deal! I'm a big girl. I can handle my liquor."

Just then, a man approached them. "Excuse me." He said as he approached the door, which they were blocking.

"Hey, buddy wait." Chris said, as the guy was about to put his key into the lock.

"Yeah, what is it?" The guy asked, "Wait, if this is some lover's quarrel, then leave me out of it, it's too late for me to be the judge of anything." He said tiredly.

"No, it's nothing like that." Chris said, "Anyways, this lady here claims she lives here and I busted her trying to break in."

"You a cop?" He asked.

"Sort of." He didn't want to tell he was in the S.T.A.R.S. unit because some of the citizens think that the S.T.A.R.S thing is a load of crap and that they were getting paid to do nothing.

"Sort of? Ha! I knew you were lying!" Jill said.

"I'm not! Just shut up will you?" Chris said, "So have you seen her here before?"

"How would he! I just moved here!" She yelled, but the both of them ignored her statement.

"Never seen her in my life." He replied.

"Okay, thanks, you can go now." Chris told him.

The guy opened the door and went inside leaving it to close on its own. Jill glanced at Chris and immediately bolted to the door to get away, but Chris was faster. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the door and stood in front of it and held it open. "Where do you think you're going missy?" he teased.

"I really need to pee okay! So would you just let me go now! I swear if you don't I'll pop a squat right here!" She said, "Or maybe behind that bush over there." She pointed.

Chris wanted to laugh but instead just smiled. "Go ahead. I won't look."

"Are you perverted?" She asked.

"I don't know. Do I look the part?" He countered.

"Ugh, I'm not going to take this. You never even flashed your badge!" She started towards the door that Chris held open.

"Hold it right there or I'll shut it." He said sternly.

"You wouldn't dare." She looked at him with squinty eyes.

"Would I?" She nodded and Chris slammed the door shut and smiled again.

"That's it. I'm going drop you right here!" She got into a stance.

"And who says I won't fight back?" He smiled.

"You would hit a girl?" She said getting the wrong idea.

"I'll hit you and say you looked like a man." He retained his boyish, innocent smile.

"Do you really think they'll buy that?"

"Hey, I mistook you for a bitch, and older woman…man, forget this. I'm done arguing. I'm just going to take you in." Chris said

"In what?"

"Oh, hmm. I guess I'm going have to call someone." He began searching his pockets for his cell phone. "Huh, I guess I must have forgotten it."

"Along with your badge?" She teased.

"Yeah, so um, can I borrow yours?" He remembered that it was one of the items dumped out of her bag.

"And who says I have a phone?" She asked.

"Well, you didn't exactly dump your stuff in private, now did you?"

"Okay then, what makes you think I'm going to give you my phone to call an officer to arrest me?"

"I didn't think so. Well, I guess you'll have to walk with me then."

"Persistent are we?"

"Shit! Never mind! I give up with you! Go ahead and break into this place and murder everyone with you fingernails and tampons!" He prepared to walk away.

"I wasn't breaking in. I don't know what the hell you're thinking."

"What I'm thinking? Lady, here I am on my way home from my run and I happen to see you picking a damn lock in the middle of the night! What the hell do you want me to think?"

"Wait a minute, what are you doing running around at night with a gun strapped to your leg?" She asked suspiciously.

"Hey don't go turning this around on me! I caught you. It isn't the other way around!" He said with some hand movements. "I'm not about to start this crap over again. I'm out of here. I hope I never have to run in to you again." He turned around to leave.

"Same here! I hope I never have to see your persistent ass again." She pulled out her picks and turned her attention to the door.

"Hey, I'm not like this! You did this to me with your stubbornness and crazy tampon antics!" He turned around to face her.

"I'm stubborn? You're the one who doesn't want to believe me. But whatever, I don't care." She turned to face him as well.

"I don't care that you don't care! Go back to breaking into that building." He walked away.

"For the millionth time, I live here!" She yelled at him.

"I DON'T CARE."

"And I'm stubborn?" She yelled at him, "Would it make you feel better if I brought you up and showed you that I am in fact telling the truth?"

"Why? So you could suffocate me with your tampons?" He said stopping, "Good night."

"It's more like good morning. We've been yelling at each other for two hours." She said, and then giggled right after.

"It's two o'clock! Dammit, I have work soon!" He yelled and broke out in the fastest run he could ever run.

"Whoa. Okay…Oh shit! I have work too. Damn it." She said. Before she continued with the lock that wouldn't take more than thirty seconds to pick, she ran to the sidewalk and looked around for the clear. She wasn't about to go through something like that for the second time in the morning. She ran back to the door, picked the lock and ran upstairs to her apartment where she had to pick the lock again. Immediately after picking the lock, she ran straight to the bathroom.

-Chris's Place-

Chris was exhausted from the run and that little situation. He just wanted to plop into bed and sleep but he needed to shower. Before he got into the shower, he clicked the machine to see if anyone left a message.

"You have five messages." The lady on the machine said. "Press 4 to play all, press 5 to delete. Press…(beep)"

"Hey, Christopher. It's Claire. Call me when you get the message." (Beep)

"Bob! I'm sorry. I love you. Please call me!" (Beep)

"Who the fuck is Bob?" Chris asked himself as he heard that woman's message.

"Chris, it's 11:00? Don't you know how to call me back? Or do you not know how to use a phone? Maybe you should find a girlfriend who can teach you, hahahahaha." (Beep)

"Shit. She's going to be pissed. I'll just call her tomorrow at work." He said.

"Bob, you cheating son of a bitch! Pray that I never run into you, or else." (Beep)

"Hmm, crazy people. I just hope that lady calling doesn't come over and think I'm this Bob character. I don't feel like being castrated anytime soon…or at all."

"AAAAHHHHH!" Joseph's voice came from the machine. "Hey Chrissy-poo, well you're missing out. We're hanging with the newbie at the moment, and she happens to be a girl and is also quite the looker. Hey, Jill, say hi' to Chris." He heard Joseph tell her in the distance. "Hi, Chris. It's Jill. Jill Valentine, the 'newbie.' I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work. Bye." (Beep) She said and hung up the phone.

"Well now, she sounds cute. But I don't know…why does her voice sound familiar? Whatever…"He shrugged it off. "I can't wait to meet you either." He said to himself and was off to the shower.

End of chapter two. Hope you liked it because I really liked writing it. Anyhoo, reviews would be nice too. Okay bye.