Disclaimer: I do not own any of the settings/characters in the below peice of fiction- they all belong to Capcom.

Warning: Swearing, Male/Female foreplay

Authors Note: If any of you read the warnings up above, you're probably thinking 'WTF?! Hetero-foreplay in my Slash story?!'. Well I would like to explain a few things to you all, which will hopefully calm you all down. 1) The sex isn't written, it is just up to the sex and it cuts out before anything really happens 2) I think Chris is bisexual- plain and simple 3) The woman Chris sleeps with will be very important for numerous reasons (one of which you will realize at the very end of this chapter).

As a way to bribe you all to read this chapter, I'll tell you all that a VERY important person shows up in Chapter 4! Someone I think you're all eager to have make an apperance, I am sure. So stick with me, even through the dreaded 'heterosex'. Also, I realize that Chris joined STARS in 1996, but this story is set in 1997. The reason why I skipped a year is because the flow of the story wouldn't work properly anymore- so in order to keep things running well and give you guys the best story we will all have to pretend that Chris didn't join until 1997! I don't think that was keeping anyone awake at night, but I was worried someone might be upset, therefore the explination is included.

Chapter 3- Brassiere

The only gossip I'm interested in is things from the Weekly World News - 'Woman's bra bursts, 11 injured'. That kind of thing. ~Johnny Depp~

The bar would have been relatively quiet that evening. The sound of the old pinball machine being started up by some bored gentleman, the quiet chatter coming from one of the booths where some old friends were catching up, a giggle and the click of heels as young women stopped in for a drink before going to the club to dance.

It would have been relatively quiet in the bar if it weren't for the four off-duty cops who were all jammed together in one of the back bar booths- alcohol and nicotine dulling their senses completely and taking away any courtesy they would usually have.

"Did you seriously pretend to fuck your general in the ass while he was bent over picking up some ammo in a training session?!" Peter, a fellow 'rookie' cop asked as he held up David who had almost fallen over in laughter.

"Yeah, I almost made all off my unit burst out laughing while we were supposed to be standing in strict formation- they would have been pissed with me if I had actually managed to get them to laugh completely," Chris said, grinning as he took another swig of his beer and watched his co-workers laugh at the idiotic things he pulled during his military days.

They had asked him to tell them some stories when they found out he served in the Air Force, and if they had asked him five months ago he would have avoided the topic completely. But now, he figured a few 'innocent' stories would be good for him to revisit.

"Man, no wonder they kicked you out!" Mike said, slapping Chris on the back roughly, causing him to spill some of his beer on the peanut shell littered table.

"Well you have got to make fun somehow," David supplied once he had managed to pull himself together and sit up properly. Running a hand through greying hair, David let out a sigh and pulled out a smoke, lighting it. "Kids these days- no respect for authority!"

Everyone around the table snorted, including David before they all began to laugh again- in part due to the alcohol, but also the environment they had created. For the past five months, on every other weekend, Chris, Mike, Peter, and David had gone to the little pub a few blocks away from the RPD to unwind and relax after days of public indecency cases, domestic abuse claims, and crazy men on the street.

When Chris had been told by his Uncle that Raccoon was a solid city, he forgot to mention the level of crazy people who called it home. He didn't know why, but for some reason there was always an odd case being called in, usually involving someone causing unrest due to conspiracy theories involving Umbrella or some other cooperation.

But despite the weird vibes Chris occasionally received, he was really starting to call the city home. He had made some friends, settled into the cop life, and really began to enjoy the direction his life was taking- maybe his life didn't have to revolve around the military.

"So, did you guys hear about the break in to one of the facilities Umbrella runs?" David asked as the table suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, didn't they send in some top Police units?" Peter asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table before jumping back as a sharp peanut shell pinched him.

Shaking his head, David frowned and continued. "They sent in just the regular guys- which is a little concerning. Luis and Barry were sent in, and I mean, this could have been serious."

Chris perked up at the sound of Barry's name, but then frowned when he realized Barry was sent into a possibly risky situation without proper support. "What happened, was everyone okay?"

"Yeah, everyone was fine. Whoever had broken in didn't manage to steal anything or do anything too bad- they just spray painted some crap on the walls. Still…" David trailed off, deep in thought.

"They should get some special units in here next time- better yet our damn city should pay for a new police unit that can deal with these situations, ya know?" Mike said, sitting back in the booth with a scowl on his face.

"It's pretty normal for these attacks to happen on Umbrella, isn't it? I figured it was just a passing phase or something," Chris said, flicking a bottle cap across the table to see Peter catch it.

"Always been that way- some people just can't stand the company for some reason. Without Umbrella, millions of people would be dyin' all the time because they wouldn' have the proper medication- or that's the way I see it," Mike ran a hand over his face and let out a frustrated growl before continuing, this time a little angrier. "I mean they're not that bad, and if these damn eco-terrorist and punk ass kids keep doing stupid shit like this, they're gonna hurt someone- maybe even my wife."

"Your wife works for Umbrella?" Peter asked, flicking the bottle cap back to Chris.

"O' course she does! I thought you knew that, Pete. She's one the researchers for the company; developin' some new medicine for kids with something or other. That's the only reason why I'm a cop up here instead back down in Texas. She was required to move up here to work on this medicine, so she, the kids and I packed it all up and trucked it up to the good ol' Mid-West." Winking, Mike took one last swig of his beer before looking at the sly grin plastered on David's face.

"What's with that look, you sly bastard?" Mike asked, an eyebrow raised as he himself began to grin.

"Oh nothing… just looks like Chris made a friend."

Glancing up from the bottle cap hockey game Peter and he had started, Chris looked at David curiously. "What do you mean 'a friend'?"

"Haven't you noticed that pretty young lady at the bar looking over at you every five seconds?"

Slowly, Chris looked over at the bar to see a young woman sitting at the counter, her lean figure shown off in well-fitting trousers and a low cut tight sweater. Catching her deep blue eyes, Chris found himself smiling slightly as she quickly looked away, a small smile tugging at her lips as well. Gently she reached up and tossed a few locks of long blond hair over her shoulder- almost as if to tempt him to come over.

Chris had always had a weakness for blonds.

"You should go talk to her! Buy her a drink or something," Mike whispered, nudging him sharply in the side. David and Peter nodded in agreement as Chris gauged his chances.

He hadn't even thought about the opposite sex for such a long time- mostly because it seemed like something he wouldn't have the opportunity to deal with for a long time. There wasn't a lot of room for romance in the Air Force, and when he started his Police career that was practically all he thought about. Sure, a little fantasy here and there was acceptable (he was after all, only twenty-three), and it wasn't like he was completely immune to such bodily needs.

Nodding to himself, Chris stood up and saluted the gentlemen at the table before making his way to the bar. Sitting casually beside the girl, Chris ordered another beer and looked at what the woman next to him had ordered, and ordered her another one- causing the woman to smile and laugh softly.

"Glad your friends finally pointed me out- I thought maybe you were immune to the gaze of a woman," she said, her voice clear and soft, carrying over to Chris' already fuzzy senses slowly.

"Yeah, I was pretty consumed by a game of bottle cap hockey," Chris replied as he quietly thanked the bartender who has given them both their drinks. "I'm Chris, by the way."

Reaching out, Chris went to shake her hand gently. Taking his open palm, she returned the shake with her own while flipping another strand of hair over her shoulder.

"I'm Mindy… is Chris short for Christopher?" she asked, taking a sip of her new drink.

"Yeah, but I don't let just anyone call me that- makes me sound less imposing and bad-ass."

Laughing, Mindy gently touched his arm, and Chris realized he really wanted to make her laugh again.

**XX**

"Nice place… do you read a lot?" Mindy asked as she walked into the small living room of Chris' apartment, a little tipsy for all the alcohol. Books were strewn about on the coffee table and on the couch, with papers lying everywhere. A lone photo frame sat on the side table, a picture of he and Claire before he went to Raccoon City sitting in the frame.

"Nope… well, yes, but nothing really interesting. Mostly Police crap and old military things…" Chris said, taking his jacket off and helping Mindy with hers.

"I think it's really awesome that you used to be in the Air Force," she said, turning around to press herself gently against Chris' chest- automatically dropping the coats to wrap his arms around her small waist.

"Yeah, but I was kicked out…" Chris mumbled, eyes going down to stare at her collarbone.

"I think that makes you a rebel… it's hot," she whispered, bringing Chris' gaze back upwards to kiss him gently. Chris noticed she tasted slightly of apple and alcohol, and kissed her back, desperate for more of the taste.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Mindy moved with Chris as he backed them slowly into the bedroom, trying to avoid the stacks of books and papers as they continued to kiss. When they reached the bedroom Chris broke the kiss to gently help her on to the bed, and sat back to take his shirt off and throw it across the room as she did the same, only she dropped her sweater on the side of the bed.

Chris looked at her bra- completely enamoured with the black silk and lacing that covered her moderate breasts. He figured with how drunk he was, he might have trouble with getting her bra off (how the hell did women even put them on!), but he didn't have to worry about it as she sat up slightly and unhooked the bra and dropped it down to rest on her sweater.

God it had been a while since he had seen real breasts.

Moving forward, Chris captured her lips in another heated kiss as his hands wandered up to gently massage and fondle her breasts, making her moan softly into the kiss. Lowering himself between her legs, Chris found he missed the feeling of warm thighs surrounding his waist and kissed Mindy with more passion than before. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to remember any of this tomorrow, but his body would seriously thank him later.

Sliding a hand down, Chris began to play with the waistband of her pants, feeling lace brush against his knuckles and realized she was probably wearing matching underwear to her bra.

"Do you h-have any condoms?" Mindy asked as Chris broke the kiss to nip down her neck, breathing in her subtle perfume. Chris was about to say yes, when he realized he didn't actually bother to buy any.

Lifting his head up, Chris looked down at Mindy, her blond hair spread out across his pillow, lips parted and pink as she gazed at him with an amused, but lust filled expression.

"I don't…" Chris replied softly, like it was the end of the world. Snapping his hand back from her pants zipper, Chris sat up and moved off of Mindy quickly. "I'm sorry, but we can't do it if we don't have condoms."

Yes, impregnating a woman at this point in time would have been a very good move on Chris' part.

Laughing, Mindy sat up and kissed the side of Chris' neck before going to nibble on his earlobe gently. "A lady never leaves the house on a weekend without one in her purse. I left my purse on your couch… go grab it?"

Turning his head, Chris captured her lips once again in a kiss before pulling away. "God, I picked the right woman to hit on."

Standing up, Chris went into the living room and saw her purse sitting on the couch, top zipper already open. Opening it carefully, Chris tried not to snoop while searching for the condom, and spotted a red package with the words Durex plastered all over it. They made sure that even if you didn't remember the sex from last night- you'd remember what brand you used to wrap your cock.

Dropping her purse back on the couch, Chris made his way to the bedroom and stopped at the doorway to see she was lying on his bed only in her panties.

Any worries or moral dilemmas he had been dealing with about having a one night drunken stand with a girl he just met went out the window.

**XX**

"I don't usually do this…" Mindy said, her voice quiet in the morning sunlit room.

Chris looked over at her to see her hands wrapped tightly around the top of the blanket that had been pulled up to cover her body, a worried line etched between her eyebrows. After having just woken up, Chris felt fuddled and bewildered at what had suddenly caused this before remembering all of last night.

"Don't usually do what?" Chris asked, sitting up slightly in the bed, torso resting back on his elbows.

"One night stands- getting drunk and going to some guy's apartment who I just met," Mindy replied, looking over at Chris. Despite her worry, she couldn't help but smile slightly at his dishevelled hair.

"Oh… neither do I. Well I mean I don't usually bring girls I have just met to my apartment, not me going to guy's places…" Chris confessed, flopping back down onto his pillow. Rolling over, Chris lay on his side and looked at Mindy closely, trying to figure out what to say next before she said something herself.

"I'm not a slut- please don't tell everyone about this," she said, biting her bottom lip.

"H-hey, why would I do that? And I never thought you were a slut." Chris frowned and moved forward to kiss her gently. "Don't worry, I wont tell anyone about this."

"Good… good, thanks Chris." Mindy smiled and sat up to start looking for her clothes.

"You going already?" Chris asked, rolling over to lay on his stomach as he watched her slip her panties back on.

"Yeah, I'm going to be late for work- I work for the biggest asshole in this city." Frowning, Mindy pursed her lips and put her bra back on quickly- astounding Chris. Really, how did girls do that?!

"Who's that?"

"Police Chief Irons- I'm his secretary."

Hopefully that wasn't too painful for you all~! Anyways, thanks for all the reviews and and watches- you all make my day when I see such positive reviews in my inbox! And remember, next chapter will have an important person show up!