Whooo, an update! Finally!~ :D

Jill ran and ran forward, and she ran too fast for Chris to catch up with her. He was amused that she didn't seem tired from the morning training at all, although Wesker made them run 20 laps around the R.P.D. building like idiots. Civillians stopped by the station, asking what in the world was happening here, and their captain answered in a friendly (well, if you can count the emotionless look that Wesker constantly wore friendly, that is) manner that it was the necessary training a special ops police officer had to recieve. Yeah, like that was the truth - he made them run twenty laps because Irons liked to watch pretty sweaty man running right in front of his office's window. At least that's what Chris thought when he loooked up at the chief's window while running and saw the grin, plastered on his superior's fat face. But oh wait, that meant that Wesker was gay and that could be! At least Chris never thought Wesker was gay. But these looks his captain was giving him when they were in the office, alone...

"I've got to burn all Claire's yaoi anime's" - thought Chris. He was deep in his thoughts, his legs running automatically after Jill. When he bumped into something soft that was his partner for the second time this day already, he cursed as he nearly fell, but luckily he was not that skinny to be knocked over simply by bumping into something.

"Ouch, Jack, what the hell!?" - snapped Chris, rubbing his forehead. Jill didn't say anything. She just stepped aside to let Chris see what she saw.

The scene that was now exposed to his eyes was horrific... Okay, it wasn't. On the floor there was sitting a little girl with raven hair, and she was crying quitely, sniffing. Chris knew Jill hated kids. She often said that, and he saw multiplie times how Jill walked past the crying kid colheartedly, her face not even twitching, while his heart twisted painfully as he wanted to help the kid. But what would Jill think of him? But then, weren't they the police force? And the police force was made specifically for helping people, right? "Leave poor bastard to the regular cops, Redfield, - Jill always said in such cases. - Or to his mommy that, I swear, comes soon and wipes off his spit and shit."

What could Chris do? Sight and just smile to the poor kid, because Jill was right and after she said these mean words, Kevin or Marvin ran to the kid and comforted him.
Or at least tried to. Marvin had more success as he gave the kid some gum or bought a lollipop, and Kevin... Well, Ryman tried telling stupid jokes and got ass kicked by the kid's mom.

Well, let's get back to the creepy basement with bats, shall we? Be careful, so the creature won't get to your face like it got to Chris's. I won't help you, because my knowlege of medicine consists only of knowing how to drink vitamins.

Chris took a step forward to the girl, smiling kindly. The girl looked at him with her dark eyes and her crying stopped. Taking that as a good sign, Chris sat beside the girl. Jill scoffed and turned around, looking for the powering system.

"Hey, what are you doing here all alone?" - Chris asked the girl. The kid didn't say anything, just stretched her doll out to him.

"Look what Stanley gave me. He said that when we'll grow up, we'll marry each other and have five kids!" = she said proudly.

It seemed that she wasn't afraid of him. That was good, thought Chris, as he took the doll from her tiny hands and looked at it politely. The doll was a simple Barbie doll, clad in a pink blouse and a pink miniskirt, the ever present smile on it's plastic face. This smile had always scared Chris and he couldn't understand why Claire loved these dolls so much when she was little. Hell, she had 22 of them untill... Chris shuddered and preferred not to think about his dead parents in a creepy old basement.

"But you know, I think that just won't happen. My mother simply won't let me. - The girl continued darkly. - So I'll give that to you because I don't want to cry when I look at it".

Okay, Chris though awkwardly. maybe her reasons of giving him the doll were entirely different from what he thought. He heard Jill doing something in the depths of the basement. The sounds of electricity trying to be fixed could be heard, some crunching sounds, but the light didn't turn on yet.

Chris looked at the girl more closely. She had dark circles under her eyes that looked almost dead to him and sad, not like kid's normal eyes would be. She looked more serious than it was necessary for her age. She's probably only six or seven, thought Chris as he continued to study the child. His eyes detected bruises on her face, that were well-hidden by the powder, however, but there was a fresh one, that surely was bleeding, the one on her cheek.

"What's that on your face?" - Chris asked as he pointed at the wounds. The girl sharply looked at him, her eyes flashing with anger. For a moment, Chris thought he felt pain, as if he was burned alive, but then it quickly dissapeared when the girl turned her head away from him.

"None of your business, I just... Fell" - she said, no doubt making it up. Chris shook his head in disbelief. Most kids would've been crying on his shoulder, telling him everything, but not this one. Chris exhaled and decided to give it another try.

"Look, if someone's abusing you, 'cause there wounds look pretty suspicious to me, you just tell me. I'm a cop after all, I think I could help you..."

He didn't like the look of malice in girls eyes, and her dark chucking after he said that.

"Abusing? Yes, my mother hits me quite often, especially when I don't want to read these books about the God when she gives me them. They're just so boring, you know. But you can do nothing. In her hands is the power of the whole town, she's the head of the local cult"

Local cult? Chris blinked. He'd never heard about about any religious cult in Raccoon...

"I bet that the chief of the police department was already bought by her" - the girl said thoughtfully as she stood up. Chris stood up as well, facing her.

"Wait, what are you talking about? As much as I heard, there's no religious cult in Raccoon..."

"Where?" - the girl's face turned into a surprised expression. Chris mentally slapped himself. Great, a little girl with a progressing amnesia. How better this could get?

"Yes, Raccoon City, the town where we're now in." - Chris explained carefully, regestering that girl's mouth hung open. "Whait a minute, you're saying that this isn't Silent Hill?" - the girl asked with disbelief.

Chris blinked again. Damn, he had to study geography better at school, instead of running off with his biker friends.

"Um... Yeah? I don't know about a town named Silent Hill, but you're in Raccoon City, the bith town of the famous Umbrella Corporation, that's preserving health of people throughout the whole world for already two thousand years!" - Chris said proudly, not loosing a chance to PR his favorite place on earth.

"So that's what that strange blonde ninja was saying... Time paradox" - the girl mumbled.

"What?" - Chris asked. Oh great, not only the girl was with a constant amnesia, but she also had problems with her head. Great. Just great.

"Oh, nothing - the girl said as sat on the floor again. - I'll just wait here untill my mom comes for me, Mr Cop."

Chris felt his head spinning: mom, cult, Silent Hill... What the hell?..

"Okay, I'll have to talk with my partner over there for a moment. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Not that I intended to" - the girl smirked at him. Chris didn't like that smirk but he shrugged it off as he started to walk in the direction of the powering system.

He saw Jill's back in the distance, but as he was about to walk closer, he heard her shriek:

"Chris, watch out!"

He was too startled to do anything, so he just stood there until something hit him. There was pain, and then he felt on the floor unconcios. The last thing that he heard and saw was a little thunderstorm and someone's booming voice:
"You've created a time paradox! You ca't change the future!"

And then everything turned black.

"Chris? Chris, wake up! Don't you dare die on me because it wasn't even a high-voltaged thing and I know that you're too cool to die like that" - he heard a familiar voice. His head hurt, his entire body hurt, hell, everything hurt.

"Um... Jill? Where am I?" - he asked dizzily as he opened his eyes. At the sound of his voice he twirched. God, is my voice that stupid? he thought as he propped himself on one elbow, looking at his partner that seemed a little blurry at first.

"How many of me do you see?" - Jill asked him as she touched his forehead. Chris chuckled.

"Now, luckily, one" - he said. Jill exhaled in relief and then slapped the back of his head.

"Owch! I always knew you loved be, but I never knew how much - Chris rubbed the sore spot where she hit him. - Mind wxplaining what was that for?.."

"For being so careless! You could easily kill yourself! You know what happened?"

Chris shook his head, his face a grimace of pain.

"Uh, no. Enlighten me, milady"

Jill twitched as if she was given a slap on the cheek as he called her that. She didn't like to be reminded that she was a girl, no matter how weird does it sounded.

"Well, you were hit with a little voltaged cable that accidentally slipped from my hands... I could swear it was roughly taken from my hands by someone invisible... But I thought he looked like a ninja when he revealed himself for a second..."

"Stealh camouflage?" - Chris twitched his brow.

"Well, yeah... He was so strange... I think he said something, I mean was saying something like a mantra. Something like "Hurt me more" in a robotic voice... Then something about Zanzibar but I'm not sure..."

Chris just shook his head.

"And what about the girl?.. - he said as he noticed the Barbie doll lying in the distance, one of it's legs torn away from it's plastic torso. - Where did she dissapear?.." - this whole situation was just getting stranger and stranger.

"I don't know - Jill shrugged. - And I really don't care, Chrissers, I'm just happy you're alive"

"Chrissers? You make my name sound like it is... Oh!" - Chris gasped in surprise when she hugged him tightly. He hesitantly hugged back, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Idiot, why didn't you duck when I yelled to you?" - she mumbled in his ear, still hugging him.

"I didn't know what to do... I mean it was so sudden..." - he mumbled in responce, stroking her back a little.

Jill never liked such closinesses, so she pulled away soon and helped him stand up. Redfield felt a little shaken, but all in all pretty much alive.

"How long was I unconcious?" - he asked, noting that the lights were already on.

"Half an hour - Jill picked the flashlight from the floor. - Now lets go"

But it seemed that fate wasn't on their side today. As they reached the door, it was tightly shut.

"Can you pick the lock?" - Chris asked as Jill kneeled beside the keyhole, studying it.

"I can try, but I'm not sure because it's not a simple english lock, it's an old french one, that was made by profesionalls."

"But it's hundred years old!"

"So? It's still as fresh as then" - Jill replied, pulling the lockpicks out of her bra. Chris coughed.

"Ahem... Do you always keep them there?"- he asked as he kneeled beside the lock once again, inserting the first lockpick in it.

"Yes. Close to my heart. They're very important for me, as it is the set given to me by my dad"

Dick Valentine was caught two years before Jill joined Delta Force, and then S.T.A.R.S., and this was his final gift to his daughter before he died in jain of cancer.

Chris nodded as he watched her work her magic (A/N: Work your magic, you will never loose this feeling... xDDDD). The door was stubborn, but Chris was sure that Jill was even more stubborn than the lock. It was an epic fight of an old door and Jill, the ex-thief.

"So?" - asked Chris in five minutes. The silence was killing him.

"Don't say anything when I'm trying to pick the lock" - she hissed, not even glancing at him. Chris just shrugged and sat on the floor, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Meditating"

"Why the hell are you miditating, sitting on the cold floor in the R.P.D. basement?"

"Because I want to?"

"You're unbelievable!"

"You said not to talk to you while your picking the lock"

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

"Shut up"

"Pick the lock already, dummy"

"It's complicated. If you're so smart, come pick it yourself then"

"Okay, and you just sit and watch me open this door!"

"I'd like to see you try"

It was a bad idea, a really bad idea. The second Chris inserted the lockpick inside the keyhole, it got stuck and didn't want to come out"

"How did you manage to do that!?"

"Dunno, but it's all your fault"

"Oh, don't blame it on me, Chrissers, you were the first who adviced it"

"And you agreed"

"So what? You made the lockpick stuck"

"I think we're both guilty"

"I guess we'll have to wait untill someon comes and unlocks us"

"But the station is closed so how would they enter?"

Chris and Jill stared at each other in horror.

"We'll die of starvation!" - they gasped in unison.

"Well, I think we won't live for long now... As nobody'll come here because this basement is rarely used.."

"Do you think they'll find our skeletons in two weeks?"

"Regular cops are too stupid, and so is our team... Unluckily. I think they won't even find our bones because the rats'll eat 'em"

"Tough"

"Yeah"

"Well, I think we'll have to forgive eachother everything before we die"

"True"

Jill sighted as she sat herself next to Chris.

"Okay... Forgive me, Redfield, for stealing your cigaretts and your money"

Chris sighted as he ran a hand through his hair. He knew it was he all along.

"Forgive me, Jill, for putting worms in your table"

"Forgive me for drawing mustache on your photograph on your table"

"Forgive me for telling Joseph that it was you who lost his report"

"Forgive me for everything, Chris"

"Forgive me for everything, Jill" - they hugged, and this time the hug was even sweeter and longer.

Forgive me for being head over heels with you, Jack, thought Chris as he pulled away.

Forgive me for putting the note "I'm a big dummy" on you, thought Jill evily as she withdrew her hand innocently from behind his back.

Somehow, they managed to fall asleep, Jill'a head on his shoulder and his nose in her hair.

When they heard the door open, they both jumped up.

"Valentine, Redfiled, what the HELL are YOU doing HERE!?"

It was captain Wesker who stood in the doorway, clearly angry with them. though his sunglasses hid his expression very well.

"Oh, Wesker... we were... And the lights just..." - Chris started mumbling as both he and Jill stood up. He felt his cheeks redden in shame.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED! Eighty laps around the station, you both, NOW!"

Uh-oh. Double trouble.

As Chris walked past Wesker, his captain put a hand on his shoulder.

"And no slacking off. I'll be watching you and Valentine personally"

Oh no. Chris groaned inwardly as he caught up with Jill, not wanting to stay near his captain. It could easily be changed in Wesker's mind that they had to run not eighty, but ninety laps ot one hundred if he were to stay close to him. He knew Wesker hated him. Always had, he just didn't knw how deep this hatred was.

As Wesker closed the door to the basemend, he smirked at Chris's back where another note now was, saying "I'm Chief Irons's favorite bitch".

Yeah, thought Wesker, he surely LOVED his job.