~ Helloooooo, Daitsu here, over! And with an update! *___* Boy, how am I proud of myself xDDDD LOL Anyways, this chapter may be a little boring for you, I don't know... I just felt like writing it exactly this way. Oh, I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes, it's just that english is not my native language and grammar is definitely my weak spot... xD I guess I'll have to get myself a beta to correct my mistakes... Well, back to the notes of the author. Thanks everyone who reviewd! :)

LaraSGSLena, I'll think about it ;) I'll think of something hillarious xDDD I mean if they will stop smoking, that should be funny xD Well, and maybe romantic as well... This story is Romance/Humor after all XD

Supermodel Sandwich, thanks, I'm glad I got you interested XD I hope you'll be interested in this story as it goes on as well =) As for the grammar mistakes, I'll try to improve *_*

Stardust4, yeah, I like that idea as well, that's why this fic was born xDDD

I sinserly hope you'll like this chapter =) Enjoy!

Daitsu. ~

You know, in every cop's life there comes that time when you need to stay in the R.P.D. building for the night. This time is usually called "the night shift", but the ones who know call it "the hell shift", and such sayings are always stated in whispers and followed by the meaningful glances.

You may ask why did the cops feared, but at the same time loved the night shifts so much? Well, you all probably know by now that the R.P.D. building used to be a museum some time ago. It was an old majestic building that was as old as the Raccoon City itself. And because of this, there were a lot of legends around this place: scary, silly but so entertaining that every newbie that heard the stories sat wide-eyed while they were told, and treated the building like it was a temple of some sort. Those who weren't that emotional still were impressed and whether someone started to speak of the R.P.D. building they were silent, not wanting to ruin the whole atmosphere of the police station being a paranormal place.

Some legends were purely stupid and every time someone made an attempt to tell them, he was laughed at and treated like a silly little kid for two weeks straight. I mean if he tried to tell that you could see the print of the big foot on the floor right in the centre of the building, or that somewhere in the depths of the station there was a secret laboratory where the mad scientist once created Frankenstein. Even people who were known to be obsessed with fantasies rolled their eyes at such poor legends and walked away, leaving the silly storyteller bang his head to the wall in shame.

But then there were other types of legends. The second type was the tastiest one for the ears of the keenest storytellers and for the newbie's as well. They left that happy sweet feeling inside you, and made you want to go and explore the building first handedly only with a flashlight and a burning desire in your eyes. Someone thought that these legends weren't entirely myths and some claimed to know the facts that they were indeed true. Of course, it was said in whispers, during the night shifts, when you sat in the dark room, the only light is the flashlight in the hands of a storyteller that used to light only his face with it and several objects as the story went on. While the story was told, the lighted objects that used to look quite normal in daylight became oddly shaped and so mysteriously alluring and dangerous… The legends that were told that way were quite interesting indeed. I know my dear readers that you may not be interested in that, but it is like a little prologue to this chapter. Anyways, I'll tell you the most popular legend that was told in a scary voice mostly to the new comers and the one's who liked to listen to it. Personally, this legend was apparently the most favorite one for the story tellers.

According to the legend, the R.P.D. station was built one hundred years ago in the place where once was the old cemetery. The graves there were so old that the writings on the tombstones could not be read properly, and the citizens of Raccoon swore that at night the whole cemetery was coated in a greenish mist, and nothing could be seen through it, only suspicious lights and howls of the dogs. The old woman that lived closer to the cemetery than everyone else and was also was believed to be a witch told that it was all an ancient curse of a six year old girl that was killed by her own mother. Her mother strangled her to death with her own bare hands and then threw her lifeless body in the waters of a nearby river. Two weeks after the murder the grave of the unknown human appeared on the cemetery. No one could tell who was buried there because the tombstone was blank. Since then the mist started to appear, and a woman, that was thought to be the mother of the girl by some people, was found dead near the blank tombstone, holding "The Book of Curse" in her hands. Apparently, the woman's throat was torn out and her eyes were absent. The murderer, however, was never found. Some said it was all the handy work of Jack the Ripper; however this statement proved to be false. Jack the Ripper was never in Raccoon City as he was operating only in London and was killing only prostitutes. But the legend still lives on, despite being false.

As the cemetery soon was abandoned, one of the fist mayors of the Raccoon City thought that the city needed the museum, and instead of the cemetery there soon was a grand building with beautiful big windows, amazing paintings of famous artists, family relics of the noble founders of the city and many archeological values as well.

The director of the museum was given a key to it by the mayor, and happily lived on being a director for two days straight after that. On the third day of his happy job he was shot to death by the psycho that went mad seeing the corpse of his wife a month ago that died of cancer. Soon after the murder the psycho killed himself in the hospital with a spoon.

The new director of the museum was a fresh young man that was very much into arts and had big plans of making the Raccoon museum better. He collected paintings of the famous artists, beautiful statues, old suits of armor, expensive carpets… Until one day he was found dead in his own office. The official version was that he died of a heart attack, but in reality the secret police archives said that powerful venom was found in his body, familiar to cyan but something unknown. The case was closed due to the lack of suspects and motives.

The third director… Oh well, the third director just disappeared, not being the director even for a week. Some believed he got mad and killed himself somewhere far in the woods, some though that he got lost in the basement corridors under the building… Yes, the building was believed to have lots of secret passages under it, and people said that some of them lead to different places. There were rumors that you could get to the main city hall by underground, that there was gold there or that the passage straight to Hell was there somewhere… Since the disappearance of the third director the museum was closed and the police station started to function, but there are still legends that the spirit of a strangled girl would come back and something will happen… And that all the deaths of the directors were all her doings.

There are legends that at night the spirit of that poor girl sometimes appears in the corridors of the station, as if reminding that her case was never solved properly. The cops said that they heard strange sobs and cries coming from the area with the old achieves with forbidden cases… They say that maybe somewhere in there, there was the case of that girl, all covered in dust and written on an old paper, the letters barely seen from time but still readable... And maybe she wanted someone to look at it again and finally let her soul go. Some swore that they saw suits of armor walking; some said they heard screams coming from the underground area and they believed that these were sounds from hell that was somewhere nearby…

With the final words of an old legend, Chris put the flashlight aside and yawned, stretching. Jill looked at him strangely, bowing her head like a dog and crossing her arms on her chest. Thankfully, they were on good terms again, but sometimes she still tried to bite his head off. Chris got used to it in these two weeks, but still... Claire was coming soon to visit him and he decided to ask her. She was a girl too, after all, she could help, perhaps...

S.T.A.R.S. didn't escape from the night shifts as well, considering they were cops too although special ones but nevertheless. That didn't save them from sitting the whole night in the R.P.D. doing absolutely nothing.

Tonight was Chris and Jill's turn. No one would dare put Chris with Joseph if they didn't want to walk into some bear traps in the morning, slices of pizza on the walls and the two drunken idiots cuddled together snoring slightly. Wesker wouldn't dare to hurt his psychic like that. Putting Jill with Joseph or Brad or Richard wasn't safe at all. Brad would surely faint and knowing Jill she'll put him in the local R.P.D. morgue just to see his reaction when he wakes up… Wesker didn't even want to think of what could happen. Jill and Joseph would get drunk… And Joseph would probably try to hit on her. She'll deny him, kill him, or worse – she'll be so drunk that they'll have unprotected sex and Frost will get one of his best operatives pregnant… Wesker surely didn't want that. With Richard… Well, it was safe enough as Aiken already had a girlfriend and he wouldn't even try hit on Jill… But still, who knew what would happen? It was much safer to put Chris and Jill together as they were partners, best friends, and knew each other inside and out. And Wesker was pretty sure that nothing bad could happen. He'd read their profiles, and they were the total opposites of each other: Chris – shy and melancholic, Jill – active and bold as brass, and together they were the perfect duo. Some of Chris's melancholy worked on her so she became calmer, and Jill's hyperactivity worked on Chris and he became a little livelier. That's why Wesker put them together, being a wise leader as he was.

Chris stood up and walked to the switch to turn on the lights, bit the room stayed dark. Apparently, the main powering system of the R.P.D. was damaged… But why?..

"What the hell… - murmured Chris, uselessly playing with the switch. Jill stood up as well as she adjusted her beret. Her blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark from the light of the moon outside, and Chris found himself staring. "How could I ever not notice how beautiful my partner truly is?" – thought Chris dazedly as her whole features lit in the moon light. Her skin seemed porcelain, and Chris had to fight an urge to touch her cheek.

"This is Jill. Jill. Your partner. Your best friend. Stop getting ideas, Redfield!" – Chris though frantically. But this statement didn't work. It worked before, but not now. Something in his mind kept nagging him in a voice dangerously similar to Claire's.

"She's beautiful and you can't deny that you had a little crush on her when she first came to S.T.A.R.S."

Chris thanked whatever powers were controlling the eternity that it was dark and his blush could not be seen by Jill.

"Well yeah, but I managed to get over it" – Chris tried to reason with his mind.

"Chris? Chris, are you alright? Chris!" – It appeared that Jill put her hand on his shoulder and was lightly shaking him.

"Earth to Chris! Wake up, Redfield!" – Chris shook his head as he looked her right in the eye.

"Are you alright?" – Jill asked once again as she saw he was back. He caught concern in her voice. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe that didn't mean anything; it was a simple worry of a best friend, but still… Stop it, Chris!

Redfield shook his head.

"Sorry. I think I zoned out a bit here" – Chris said meekly, offering her a sheepish smile. Jill lightly frowned but didn't say anything.

"Let's go,– she said, opening the door to the dark corridor. – We've got to fix the lights."

All Chris could do was to follow her.

"So, where is the main powering system?"- asked Chris casually as he swayed his flashlight, lighting the reception desk in the main hall.

"In the basement. – Said Jill nonchalantly as she headed for the doors that lead to the corridor where the steps to the basement were. – Do you have any tools with you?"

"Valentine, I'm not carrying hammers and everything with myself everywhere I go like the protagonist of Dead Space" – Chris teased as the big imprint of a symbol of the R.P.D. on the floor lit by his flashlight.

"I just asked. – Jill shrugged as they entered the dark hallway that led to the stairs of the basement. – I hope you're not scared to go down there, Chris." – She teased lightly.

"Oh, come on, I've seen dismembered corpses in my life, do you think I'll be afraid of a dark basement?" – he asked sarcastically.

Just as he said that, Chris felt something bite his face. Hard.

"AAAAAAAAH!" – Redfield felt something fluffy brush against his nose as something bit him once again with its sharp teeth. Chris started to panic, trying to pry the thing off his face but to no avail. He could feel it was something furry, little and… Wet?..

"Get off, get off, get off me!" – cried Chris. His eyes were tightly shut and he felt himself bump into a wall and then into something warm and soft and curvy and…

"Jesus, Redfield, stand still! I'll handle this!"

All of a sudden something furry was taken away from his face and he could see it clearly in the light of his flashlight. Jill was holding it by its wings and it the creature was shaking in her hands, squeaking in protest.

"It's a bat Chris. Just a bat."

Chris blinked, dumbfounded.

"A bat?"

"Yes, a bat." – Jill nodded and then let the creature free. It squeaked one more time angrily, and then it flew away, the noise from its wings silencing after two minutes.

"So… It was a bat" – he stated again. Way in pointing out the obvious.

"Yes, Christopher, you're absolutely right. It was a little poor bat that was probably sleeping peacefully until you accidentally disturbed it with the light from your flashlight."

"Poor creature!? – Chris shouted. – That little bastard bit me! I'm bleeding!"

Jill scoffed.

"Redfield, you're pathetic. Let me see these "awful wounds". I don't think that the creature made your pretty face ugly, so don't you dare fall into hysteria." – Jill said sarcastically as she took the flashlight from his hands and brought it a little bit higher to see his wounds. Chris smirked slyly.

"So, Valentine, you think my face is pretty, huh?"

"Shut up" – she ordered plainly. As her fingers roughly gripped his cheek and made his head turn right. Chris slightly winced as she applied too much pressure on his face.

"Jeez, can't a guy joke sometimes without a girl hurting him?" – mumbled Chris as Jill's fingers on his cheek trailed to his chin and then up to the beginning of hairline. Her touch was cool yet strangely pleasant and Chris thought that he wouldn't mind another bat biting him again if it would just get her to touch his face…

"You've got bite marks right under your left eye and on your right cheek; you're lucky the bat decided to leave your eyes untouched. The wounds are bleeding a little but nothing too nasty. I guess you'll live" – Jill ran her fingers on two little puncture bleeding dots in the places she said. Chris could swear that the bleeding stopped immediately when her cool fingers collided with his bruised skin.

Suddenly, a quiet noise could be heard that seemed to be coming from the basement. Jill frowned as she stepped away from Chris, not giving the flashlight back.

"I'll lead, you follow close behind." – She ordered briefly before rushing into the darkness, tightly gripping the flashlight in her right hand. Chris sighted and followed her, but then one thought jumped into his mind.

"Jill, wait… I forgot my gun in the office." – He said, hesitantly stretching his hand and laying it on her shoulder. Jill just shrugged it off.

"I don't think there's something dangerous there. I mean, the police station is closed, and no one could possibly get through. I bet it's just mice or rats or whatever else lives in the basements."

Finally, the corridor came to an end, and the stairs emerged from the darkness. Spider web could be seen on the walls and Chris though that the basement was probably not visited by people in quite a long time.

The trip down wasn't too long; soon the heavy door to the basement appeared before their eyes. Jill opened it, and suddenly stopped, as if listening to something.

"What is it?" – Chris frowned as he stopped as well, trying to hear what she heard.

Jill didn't say anything, just started to run into the darkness, the light of her flashlight jumping frantically.

"I think I heard someone crying!" – She yelled, before disappearing from his view.

"Jill, wait, what!?" – He ran after her, following the noise of her footsteps.

And the duo didn't even notice the door close behind them.

So, did the door close permanently and trap out heroes in the basement? What are those strange cries? Will Chris be able to get his flashlight back? Will they restore the powering system of the R.P.D. without the tools and what would Claire say about Jill and Chris's friendship? New chapters coming soon! Stay alret! xDDD

Daitsu ~