A/N: I do not own Resident Evil. If I did, an angry mob would be at my house right now!

This chapter was fun to make and now it's reply time!

Stardust4: I updated it! Thanks for all of the support and fear the wrath of Jill!

Striped-Tie: Yay! I'm stalked again. I feel sorry Jill too. That Redfield jerk is going to get it.

Mquin: Here's the next chapter for ya! Sorry to say, but Weskre won't be in it for another chapter or two...sorry. But I hope you'll enjoy it in the meantime. :D

Now, without further adeu, here's the next chapter of "Redfields Can't Dance"!

Redfields Can't Dance

Chapter Two: Partners?!

Chris burst into the office cheerfully with his arms stretched out and a smile on his face. He looked around the office of the S.T.A.R.S., the elite force that protects Raccoon City when the police aren't enough. It was relatively empty, except for four people sitting on the bench.

All four of them looked like characters, Chris could say at first glance. One was a grumpy looking fellow, with his arms folded over his chest and a very angry scowl on his face. Next to him, and next to the water fountain, was a young girl, who looked like she belonged in school still. She took the cup that she had in her hand, filled it up with water, and sipped it elegantly. On the other side of the grumpy looking man was another man. Unlike the other two, this young man had more a cheerful expression on his face. He was knitting what looked to be a miniature version of a blanket. As he knitted, he sang to himself a small tune that Chris didn't recognize. Next to the cheery man, was yet another young man. This one had a more scared and wrung out expression on his face and his body trembled nervously as he sat on the bench. In his hands were thin strips of paper that seemed to come from fortune cookies.

As soon as Chris walked in, the four looked over at him. Chris set his bag on the ground and smiled cheerfully at them. He walked up to the scared man and slapped him on the back, making the man back away in fear and yelp.

"How ya doing?!" Chris said happily to the group, mostly to the nervous nelly.

"Bored," the young girl replied nonchalantly, before getting a sip of water.

"I'm here to apply for the position that is being offered," Chris said.

"Well, you're not welcome here then…" The grumpy man grumbled angrily.

"Richard!" The cheery man snapped at the grumpy man. The cheerful man looked at Chris and smiled. "I'm sorry about Richard. He was just leaving."

The cheery man suddenly turned to Richard and pushed him off of the bench, making the young girl next to him laugh. Richard glared at the cheerful man, but did nothing. The cheerful man patted the now open spot next to him, letting Chris know that he could sit next to him. Chris nodded and sat down in the warm spot.

"I'm Joseph," The cheerful man said. He looked at the girl and began speaking very, very, very quickly. "That's Rebecca. Rebecca, new guy. New guy, Rebecca." He looked over at Richard and still continued to speak fast. "Richard, new guy. New guy, Richard." Then he looked over at the timid man. "Brad, new guy. New guy, Brad."

It took Chris a few moments to understand what Joseph was saying but then finally answered.

"Um…hi, I'm Chris."

"Nice to meet you Chris!" Joseph said, shaking his hand very eccentrically. "So…new in town?"

"Yeah, just arrived," Chris replied. "I need to talk to some guy named Enrico for the pre-exam before I can go to the head cheese, I heard. Is he here?"

"Yep!" Joseph answered. "He said that he was expecting some guy and I'm guessing that's you."

"Alright thanks!" Chris said politely before standing up.

Joseph stood up at the same time as Chris and held up his arms. "Hold on. Let me get you cleaned up a little."

-And immediately, Joseph began to dust Chris like there was no tomorrow. Chris actually wouldn't have been shocked if Joseph also gave him a good spit shine as well. After several moments of cleaning, Joseph was finished.

"There you go! Now good luck to you," Joseph said happily. He pushed Chris over to the door.

Chris smiled politely and nodded his head. "Um…thanks!"

Chris grasped the handle of the door to Enrico's office and walked in, shutting it carefully behind him.

Once Chris walked into the room, he was hit with the loud, quick talking of a man. The man in the large chair before him was talking on the phone about something Chris didn't know about. "Take a seat" was the only words that Chris seemed to understand and he did just as he was told. He sat in the chair that was ahead of the desk that Enrico was behind.

"Yeah, what it is?!" Enrico asked into the phone. "Huh? What?! We don't have anyone to transport prisons this time. And this time don't put the female prisoners with the male prisoners this time! Sheesh!"

Enrico slammed the phone onto the receiver and pulled out the clipboard that was on his desk.

"Redfield, Chris?" Enrico asked the clipboard. He looked up at Chris. "Hey you! You're Redfield, Chris aren't you?"

"I'm Redfield, Chris!" Chris said with a smile on his face.

"Heh heh, you have quite a lot of things under your belt," Enrico said as he lit a cigar and smoked it. "How would you like to be apart of S.T.A.R.S.?"

"That's why I came here, man!" Chris laughed.

"Excellent! You'll be an apprentice right now and then we'll see how you do in a week!"

"Awesome!"

Enrico got out of his chair and picked up a large pile of papers. He slammed it down in front of Chris and handed the youth a pen.

"All you have to do is sign-" Enrico said. "Here. Here. Here. Here. Over there. Initial that…"

And Chris began signing away at the forms and waivers.

-As the door to Enrico's office closed, in walked another face into the office. It was a woman, with short brown hair. Her clothes clung to her body like she was wet. The beret on her head was soaking wet and looked more like a beanbag. Her hair was covering her face. She took up a hand brushed the wet her out of her face, revealing her angry face.

Joseph gasped as he looked at the wet woman. "Oh Jill! What happened to you?"

Brad looked at her and trembled. "Did-did you walk under a ladder? B-broke a mirror?"

"Have you looked in one lately?" Richard grumbled, now back on the bench.

"Nah, a dumb cat crossed my path," Jill growled and she wrung out her beret over at potted plant.

"Hm…was he tall?" Joseph asked.

"Yeah," Jill answered as she began to ring out her shirt.

"Spiky brown hair?"

"Yeah."

"Brown eyes?"

"Yeah."

"White shirt? Blue jeans?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Combat boots?"

"How'd you know?" Jill asked as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Oh…very keen intuition!" Joseph giggled.

"Whatever…" Jill said as she rolled her eyes.

She walked over to her desk. Joseph followed her and removed a rogue thread that was on her shirt. Jill looked at him in confusion.

"Joseph, what are you doing?" Jill asked.

"Fixing you up," Joseph answered. "You'd want to look nice, in case you ever meet mister right."

"Yeah right," Jill answered. "I'm far too busy with the glorious job of police work. The glamour of tackling crooks."

"We all enjoy that, dearie…" Rebecca said as she took a sip from her water. "That's why we're here."

Jill walked over to Enrico's door. "Besides, I highly doubt "Mr. Right" would walk right through this-"

Before Jill could even finish her sentence, the door flew open and slammed her in the face. Enrico and Chris strolled out of the office, both having huge smiles on their faces.

"You'll do fine kid!" Enrico said. "You're the cat's meow. Right now let's find you a partner. Where's Jill?!"

The door closed and Enrico could see Jill. He walked up to her.

"Jilly, sweetie, baby!" Enrico said to her in a silly tone.

"Whatever it is, the answer is no," Jill replied off the bat. She began walking over to her desk.

"I'm in a bit of a jam," Enrico said, following her to her desk.

"Too bad," Jill said quickly.

"Need to find a partner for a young lad and I need a seasoned enough warrior to keep an eye on him."

"Hm…you?"

"No, I only fill in for the dashing, knight in shiny armor type."

"Frankly Enrico, I don't give a-"

"Jilly!"

"I'm an officer not a baby sitter."

"You'll get paid double time."

"Triple time."

"Triple time?"

"Nothing more!"

"You're pushing me-"

"No chow, no meow…"

"Fine, triple time!" Enrico shouted. "Here's your partner, he's new in town, be nice!"

Enrico pushed Jill over to Chris' direction. Jill ran into Chris' chest and she looked at his face, realizing it was the man who pushed her into the fountain not long ago. She frowned and walked away.

"Ugh! Forget it!" Jill shouted.

Enrico laughed. "Sorry, Jill. A deal is a deal! Now get over to the shooting range!"

Enrico once again pushed Jill over to Chris. Chris wrapped his arms around Jill's waist to keep her from moving and she had her hands on his chest. Chris looked down at Jill, begin a whole head taller than her, and Jill looked up at Chris.

"Wow…" Chris said, astonished by the woman. "You're…you're…soaky wet! Was it raining not long ago, because when I got here it was clear and sunny."

Jill moved out of his arms and began walking to the door, Chris following her like a puppy. When they got to the door, Chris blocked her way out and continued to speak. Jill tried to push him out of the way, but couldn't.

"I mean if it rained it sure did rain quickly, like the time when I was home." Chris then realized he was in the way and opened the door for her. "Oh, I'm sorry miss. I think we'll be good partners," he said as he began to close the door. Then-

"OUCH!!!" Jill shouted, as Chris slammed the door on her foot.

Chris opened the door once again to let Jill's foot out. She glared at him and walked away from the door, leaving Chris behind. He shut the door and ran to catch up with her.

"Um…miss, wait!"

A/N: Poor Jill and all of the abuse she's been getting in the past ten minutes. Sorry if I offend anyone with my interpretations of the characters. ^^; But please read, review and all of that jazz. No flames, please. Thanks!