Summary: It should have just been a regular morning for Chris Redfield. He should have been just heading out for his usual every day job. So why did he wake up to find a certain puppy eared male in his bed?

Pairing: Nivanfield

Author's note: Sorry again for taking so long to push this out. x.x Work stress is murder. A lot going on in this chapter, but I think you'll all enjoy it granted it's sadly not as long as last chapter.

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My Pet Peeve 13

There were a few things wrong with the way Chris woke up this time. One was the pounding headache he had like he'd just drunk himself under the table the night before and had the worst hangover of his life. Second, he was lying on a cold floor that had done a good job of seeping into his clothes giving his body a chill he really didn't need. Third, his hands had been bound behind his back with tight cuffs that he honestly didn't feel like trying to break loose of in his certain state. And finally, as he opened up his eyes he saw the blurred view of metal bars blocking his vision alerting him to the fact that he hadn't just woke up passed out on his kitchen floor. Where the hell was he?

"Finally awake, huh?"

"Leon?" He could hear the voice but he couldn't see the slightly younger man from the position he was lying in. It didn't help the pounding in his head but he managed to flip himself over lying on his side as he squint his eyes focusing his blurred vision on the cell next to him. Leon sat with his hands cuffed behind his back facing him. The look on his face screamed relief when he saw Chris looking at him. "Where…." Chris cleared his dry throat before trying again. "Where are we?"

"Inside enemy lines," Leon said frowning. "Looks like Ricardo was waiting for us." He sighed turning around and resting his head back against the metal bars looking up at the ceiling. "We walked right into it."

"It doesn't make sense," Chris said frowning and slowly sitting up doing his best to ignore the headache in their current predicament. He must have hit his head pretty hard when he fell. "Did we give ourselves away?" How else would the enemy have figured out who the two of them were?

"For being BSAA agents, I thought you two would be brighter." Ricardo Irving made his appearance, walking in front of their cells looking at them like a mouse would at cheese. "Certainly yous forgot we was after yous guys so of course we'd expect yous." He laughed. "Those disguise are just a load of bu-"

"Is that a mask on your face?" Leon asked smirking at him as he turned himself to look at him. "Because I swear an ugly mug like that can't be real."

"Silence!" Ricardo banged his fist against the bars angrily, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the pretty boy. "If it weren't for those guys wanting yous two alive, I'd have definitely killed yous by now."

"Two?" Chris shook his head, regretting the action immediately when he felt the nausea hit him, clenching his eyes shut against the spinning dizziness he felt. "Who are they?"

"None of your business!" Chris couldn't help wincing in pain when Ricardo banged on the cell door again. "I ain't talkin!"

"Shut up," Chris grumbled out glaring at the guy. "You're making my head hurt."

"And your breath stinks," Leon added in turning his nose up. "Shit, I can smell it way over here. What the hell did you eat?"

"I…yous…ugh!" Frustration was getting the better of him and Ricardo started to reach down to unlock the door before a hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked up, mouth open to retort but his voice stopped and his eyes widened before he looked away from the person. "E-Excella."

"Are you really letting these two mongrels get to you?" The woman spoke, her arms folded now as she looked into both cells. Chris couldn't deny the woman was beautiful though insane to be working in a place like this. She obviously was of high importance to TRICELL if even Ricardo was being quiet around her.

"Finally I'm seeing a pretty face around here," Leon said staring up at her, his words underlying the look in his eyes when he stared at her. "A shame you're working with the saggy faced mutt there."

"Oh yeah?" Ricardo said falling for the retort. "Once I beat your bloody brains in, let's see if yous-"

"Enough!" The outburst from the woman was enough to quiet him. He jumped backing up like a whimpering dog casting his angry eyes on Leon one more time before he left.

"You'll have to forgive my little friend," she said, her voice rich with an accent Chris was sure he'd heard times before on spy movies and such. He slid closer, the headache easing a little as he glared up at the woman.

"Who are you? What do you want from us?"

"So many question in so little time, Christopher." She said the name like they were casual friends as she walked over to stand in front of his cage now. Her fingers reached out brushing against the bars far more intimately than he'd been prepared for. Yet her eyes stayed on him the whole time like a greedy cat. He didn't let her know the stared bothered him as he forced his eyes to stay focused on her heatedly. "But to answer your question, my name is Excella Gionne. I am the regional director for this particular division of TRICELL."

Leon whistled from his side of the cell, but she didn't do anything more than just glance at him before returning her focus to Chris. She seemed almost fixated on him in a way that was starting to bother him before she turned away from him. "Now then. I suggest you boys relax for a little while. It will be a bit longer until we transport you."

"Transport us?" The cuffs around Leon's wrist rattled as he slid closer. "What do you mean? Where are you taking us?"

"You will find out soon, my special little pawns." She laughed as she walked away, her clacking heels receding into the distance even after Leon kept yelling hey after her, his cheek pressed up against the bars.

"She's not coming back," Chris said sighing and flopping back against the bars beside Leon's cell. "For now, we're stuck until we can figure out what they plan to do with us and where."

"Sorry, but I have no intentions of staying here until whenever they decide to come for us again." Chris lifted a brow at him questioningly only to find the other male standing, the handcuff swirling around his finger as he grinned at him. "Hair pin. You should really start keeping them on you."

"I'll save that for my little sister to wear, thanks." He smirked relaxing as he felt Leon working on the handcuffs around his own wrists. As the cuffs popped off, he reached up rubbing his hands around his wrists feeling that his headache had receded enough that it was only a dull pain when he moved. The side effects of the drugs must have been wearing off. "Of course considering how many girl's clothing she puts you in, it's no wonder you're so good at it."

"Shut up," Leon laughed punching his shoulder lightly before their focuses turned to the door. "Looks like we need to work on getting out of there next."

"Shouldn't be hard for you," Chris said shaking his head. "Hell, had these idiots thought about using electronic locks, they might have stood a chance." He hadn't even completely finished his words when Leon popped open the first door before walking over working on his.

"Probably couldn't beat the master of unlocking, can I?" The words just provoked a grunt from Chris at the thought of his ex-girlfriend. But he wasn't so ill-natured as to not find it even a little amusing. It was a nickname Jill had received from one of their close friends, Barry Burton, during a mission she'd been on in her younger days. The girl could seriously unlock some doors, even some of the most impassable types that you wanted to take a sledgehammer too, the option Chris went with first.

As the door opened, Chris stepped out shaking his head at the cocky look on Leon's face as he hid his hair pin once more. "Seriously, you should think about keeping one on you."

"I'll pass," Chris said frowning. "I'll leave the hair pins to you."

"One of these days you'll-" Leon paused in his words, the sounds of footsteps an unwelcomed change to the atmosphere. "We better go. I don't plan on being shipped off as some science project." Chris nodded his head, following after Leon as the two of them vacated in the opposite direction. They were still wearing the lab coats, the white far too noticeable. They were going to have to ditch the coats. By the time they'd made it out into a luckily empty hallway, the lights overhead started to flash red as the alarm started to blare with repeated warning of intruders on the loose.

They took into account the cameras they did find, timing themselves before rushing from one hallway to the next. They paused underneath the camera of another empty hallway, Leon's frown getting deeper as they heard footfalls from the next juncture. Looking back, a couple of guards were turning the corner behind them which only gave Chris a split second to react. Grabbing Leon's arm, Chris tugged him into the room behind them closing the door hoping they had moved fast enough that the guards didn't see them. He saw the shadows of the guards crossing past the room, the sounds of their boots fading away until there was nothing but silence and the hum of machines behind them.

"Shit, Chris, look at that." Chris turned his head to see what it was he was talking about, his eyes widening. They must have stumbled up on some sort of experimental lab. The room was large and seemed to lack the cameras the other places had. Well that was good for them. That meant they didn't have to worry about ducking corners. Moving further in, he was surprised the room was empty with so many experiments going on. Maybe they were hoping to hide the real scientists so they wouldn't mix in. Speaking of which, Chris paused to slip out of the lab coat, Leon glancing at him before following suit. They should have knocked out one of those hoodie wearing guards and taken their stuff. At least then they'd have a weapon to use and a useful disguise.

Walking down the small steps to the center of the room, Chris glanced at the computers seeing small blips of information that made little sense to him. He figured that each pertained to the small specimens in the glasses near each monitor. One was an experiment about a mushroom. While the screen showed only a picture of a regular mushroom, the thing in the cylinder glass was anything but normal. A mushroom with jagged sharp teeth that in a strange since, felt like it was following his every move.

Another glass contained some strange looking organism that looked like something out of someone's nightmare. It was titled Plagas, the body wiggling slightly but otherwise not showing any other reactions. More than a little creeped out, Chris kept walking. He'd seen some…unusual things in the past, but nothing quite like this. Glancing around, he noticed that Leon was kneeling down in front of a door labeled Authorized Personnel Only.

"Door's open," Leon said standing as he pushed the door seeing nothing but darkness on the other side. Chris walked over looking inside really wishing he had his flashlight along with all his other gear. There was a mild glow coming from inside the room, enough that Chris was willing to risk going inside by himself.

"Stay here," Chris said looking back at Leon. The other nodded with a look of understanding. Stay. Guard the door. Because they were still being pursued and it didn't do any good for them to both be inside the room without a clue about what was going on out here. Chris turned back around again giving a sigh to strengthen his resolve as he took a step inside.

The room was much larger than he thought. Once again there was a lack of people around. It was starting to get a little on the weird side now. He wasn't sure if this was making it easier for him not to be spotted, or harder without any people to blend in with. And he really wished he had his gun on him. The lack of the metal at his hips made him feel just a bit vulnerable to the whole situation. Granted he was just as good with his hands or the knife that was also missing.

He came across more of those containers like the ones outside, except these had animals inside like dogs, cats, and wolves. If he'd been a normal person, he would have been a little freaked out by the sight of the creatures. But he was a member of the BSAA. As soon as he saw the creatures, suspicion grew inside of him. TRICELL…. What exactly are they up to? He wished he had the answers, his thoughts going back to the weird Plagas creature out in the main room.

There was another door hidden in the corner of the room. With the lack of light, he would have missed it had he not noticed the strange glow of blue lights coming from beneath the door. He walked over again wishing he had his gun on him as he rested his hand on the knob, hesitating before he pushed it open. Chris stood there, staring at containers holding the human bodies inside. He swallowed feeling his throat going dry, too cautious to enter the room, eyes staying focused on the floating figures lining the walls submerged in blue glowing water. The fact that he could see the bubbles appearing from their nostrils was enough for him to know that they were still alive. Whether they were human anymore was another thing all together.

He backed away slowly before turning around and heading for the door to alert Leon of the situation. TRICELL wasn't just the run of the mill company. They were doing much more than that. He thought they were just making underhanded deals but for them to be experimenting on human beings meant there was much more than at eye level.

"Leon, come look at this."

"I'm afraid he's busy at the moment," a deep voice said freezing Chris on the spot as he felt a shiver run down his body from the familiarity of the voice he hadn't heard in years. No, there was no way. But as he peered out the open door in Leon's direction, it took all he had not to let his mouth drop open. Those dark shades, that tall lanky form couldn't belong to anyone else. He knew who it was but there was no way the man could be standing here with him right now. He's dead. At least he was supposed to be.

"W…Wesker…" Chris stumbled forward, his eyes wide with shock, chest thundering at the sight of the man he'd looked up to for so long. The man that he'd had a crush on since the first time he saw him working for what was, at the time, called S.T.A.R.S. "You…you're alive?"

"Chris…." The sound of his name from that voice tried to send a sparkling tingle of delight through his bones but was stopped cold by the lack of warmth the voice held. He found the smirk fixed on those lips unusual to the point he was feeling more caution than joy. Something wasn't right.

He found out what it was at his last two steps as he looked down seeing Leon's prone body lying on the ground at Wesker's feet. His heart stopped, the gasp clenching in his throat as he stared trying to put two and two together. Leon wasn't the type to be snuck up on easily. He must have been as shocked as Chris to see Wesker alive making his reaction time much slower than it should have been meaning that Wesker had to have been the one to knock him out.

"What's the matter, Chris?" Wesker smirked stepping over Leon's limp body like garbage on the street as he headed in Chris's direction. "You act as though you're not happy to see me."

"Wesker…how…why…." He stepped back at the other's approach, the movement of the other's body pushing him to alertness. Each of Wesker's steps seemed to radiate with some kind of invisible power. Each time Chris felt like the man in front of him was nothing beyond dangerous. Had Wesker been alive all this time? Was the whole thing just a hoax?

Chris had poured his blood into helping to fund this organization. He'd been the one to form Alpha Team, to take responsibility for finding the murders of his long lost partner and friend. Now to see that man standing in front of him, staring at him as if this whole thing was just a game irked him so hard.

"I gave you plenty of clues. I left you everything you needed to find me but it's still taken you this long to accomplish one simple task." Wesker backed Chris up into a corner before he stopped right in front of him, his marginally taller form making him seem to loom over Chris.

"What did you do to Leon?" Chris looked up at him, feeling anger starting to replace the shock and betrayal. He didn't want to think about this anymore. He just wanted to get out of this hellish place.

Wesker stared back at him over the rim of his shades, giving a glimpse of red eyes…which was strange because they had never been red before. Something about this seemed strange. But before he could question it further, Wesker turned away from him giving him the room to breathe as he headed back towards Chris's fallen partner picking him up and draping him over one shoulder like he was nothing but a bag of sugar.

The action rekindling alertness in Chris's body as he started to move forward. "What are you doing with him?"

"Relax. He's not dead…yet." He turned again to face Chris, tilting his head to the slide slightly like some kind of curious bird. Leon lay slumped over his shoulder not looking like he was as heavy as Chris was sure he was. "That will all depend on you though."

"…What do you mean?" He asked as he kept walking, watching Wesker's movements calculating in his head what he could do to get Leon away from him. He didn't let himself think on the fact that this was Wesker or that he was completely clueless about everything that was going on. Instead he let himself run on automatic, stopping in front of Wesker but keeping distance between them to give him time to think.

"Meaning I still have a task for you." He wasn't sure how Wesker had moved so fast that he was standing directly in front of him now. He reached up, the leather of his gloves creaking as he gripped Chris's chin tilting it up as he stared down into brown eyes forcing Chris's breath to freeze up making him momentarily forget the current situation. "The pup."

"…What?" The words registered seconds later causing his face to twist up in confusion.

"Bring me the puppy boy and I'll return to you your best friend."

Piers…what did Wesker want with Piers? It was the only puppy boy he could think of. Then he remembered the sound of Piers's voice when he whispered out Wesker's name. He frowned reaching up and pushing Wesker away from him glaring at him even as the other man chuckled with amusement. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so angry right now.

He was clueless about the history these two had with each other. If Piers regained his memories, would it show him to be nothing more than a sidekick to the traitorous man? Where they lovers? Just friends? Was Piers mixed in with all this mess involving experiments and bioterrorism? He remembered Piers talking about how he could shoot a gun, how he felt like he'd been trained all his life to shoot with the sniper rifle. He said he'd been with others. He'd mentioned thinking he knew Wesker but that he couldn't remember him. Would remembering the older man make Piers leave? Was it better to turn him in case he really was a part of the cause?

"I'll give you 48 hours to find me and bring the pup to me before I take it upon myself to make use of your friend." The lights flickered after his words. Wesker was gone. In his place, however, was a gun and key similar to the one Ricardo used in the elevator. Frowning, he walked over picking up the two items, checking the gun to find six bullets in the chamber. How had Wesker moved so fast? The lights couldn't have been out longer than two seconds. Not to mention to have the time to put these things here and carry Leon away who was nothing more than dead weight at the moment.

That's right...Leon. He needed to bring Piers in order to save Leon. That thought was troubling. Why did he need Piers? Was it because they were partners? But then didn't he see markings on Piers before? As if he'd been experimented on? Didn't he escape from some place? Could that be the place that Wesker was? Maybe they weren't an item after all…but the way the name had come off that tongue…there was something more to this.

Well, one thing was certain. He needed to escape first before figuring out his next plan of action. Piers would know where Wesker was hiding, he just had to remember. Now whether Piers would help him or attack him once he remembered was another thing all together. But…how did he make Piers remember? He only had two days to make it happen. He couldn't leave things like this, leave Leon to be stuck with a psychopath he once considered his friend and mentor.

As the door opened to the room and a couple of guards came inside, he shut down all thoughts in his head but one, escaping from this madness. Then he would confront Piers and find Leon. And if it turned out that Piers was working in cahoots with Wesker…he'd have no choice but to put him down.

TBC…