"Are you going to eat, Spencer, or are you going to keep staring at the paper?" He asks as he sits down at the table with his own breakfast and coffee, his eyes never leaving the blonde who was still in her pajamas despite him asking her to get dressed forty five minutes ago. Sometimes getting her to cooperate was like pulling teeth, and others it was almost like she was eager to please him. He supposed that it had to do with chick things like her period and whether or not he had the house stocked with enough junk food to satisfy her sometimey need for sugar, but he did try his best to make her happy most of the time. Sometimes she just pissed him off too much for him to even try to get her to meet him halfway. But could he be blamed? Spencer just loved to be a pain in his ass.

"I'm reading the funnies, Redfield. Be patient."

"You can't eat and read at the same time?"

"Multitasking reduces the quality of the work you do." Spencer responds, setting down the paper so her blue eyes could meet his. "If I did both I'd run the risk of choking because I didn't chew my food enough, or not fully getting the joke because I was too busy listening to you trying to tell me how to live my life."

"Spencer-" Redfield starts with a sigh, but Spencer has already placed her hand up to stop him before his apology could start.

"Its fine, Chris." She sighs, neatly folding the paper back up and handing it over to him before he even has the chance to ask for it. "People are being attacked late at night and robbed at gunpoint while running at that park you like to go to, so I'm going to ask that you stop going there for the meantime."

"I think I could handle myself," Redfield started, but quickly changed his tune when he remembered that he wanted today to be a good day and knowing that arguing with her over her wanting him to be safe was a surefire way to start the day off terribly. "But I'll stick to the neighborhood if it'll make you feel better."

"Why not use that treadmill you spent eight hundred dollars on?" Spencer asks, tilting her head to the side when Redfield chuckles at himself for forgetting that he had even bought the thing.

"I honestly forgot that I ever bought it."

"Dunce." Spencer teases, bringing her coffee mug to her lips as Redfield erupts into laughter at her blunt honesty and the term of endearment that had started out as an insult when they had first met in the Spencer estate in July of 1998. She shakes her head before returning to her breakfast, grateful that her "husband" didn't overcook the eggs this time around and actually remembered that she preferred her eggs scrambled and not sunny-side-up like he did.

"I was thinking that today we could go over some BSAA things."

"Like…?"

"Your gear. You mentioned being uncomfortable a while back so I want to get you into some gear that fits you comfortably."

"I'd like that, Chris." She spoke softly, gently running her fingers through her long blonde hair before scratching at the back of her scalp and creating that tousled look that drove Chris mad. He'd be lying if he said that she wasn't pretty, but he'd never admit that out loud unless they were alone and naked between their bedsheets. He wasn't very good at being open about his feelings, while she just preferred ignoring their existence, so it got a bit difficult from time to time because they didn't exactly communicate their wants, needs, and feelings to one another so their relationship (if he could even call it that)was a constant guessing game. But he honestly didn't mind it because she kept him on his toes more than bioterrorists ever could. "Oh, and you need a new pair of field pants, since I was unable to save the last ones you wore out."

"If you did, it would've been a miracle because they looked like they went through a shredder."

"And that is why I do most of the climbing because I'm harder to grab."

"Yeah, yeah." Chris teasingly mutters, looking up from the paper to see her smiling into her eggs. "I'm glad I climbed first that time, though."

"And why's that?"

"Because I wouldn't have wanted you to get hurt by that B.O.W that was waiting for us on the other side, Allison."

His words made her freeze, because it was an admission of care that he hadn't really given her often. This was probably the third time he'd said something like that to her outright in the three years they'd been together so this was a really huge deal to her, and she wasn't certain that he understood just how big of a deal this was to her.

"Doin' alright?"

"Yeah. I- uh, thanks, Chris."

"It's my honest pleasure, Allison." He spoke with a small smile, reaching over to take her hand in his on the table top for a brief moment. "HQ wants us in Edonia by the end of the week."

"We don't even get the holiday off." Allison sighed, not that she really cared but she knew that Chris probably did. "Don't even start, Chris, because I already know. Orders are orders."

"Just making sure you know that I don't like it either, sweetheart."

"I'm going to go get dressed." Allison announced abruptly, pulling her hand from his as she stood and left her half eaten breakfast behind. Chris could only sigh, watching her go with a frown on his face before he went back to his breakfast, knowing that she didn't like being a BSAA field agent in the slightest. The only reason she tagged along was to get some fresh air and some adrenaline rushes, but he liked to think that her not wanting him to get hurt was part of the reason why she tagged along.

Once he had finished up his breakfast, Chris took his plate to the sink while taking Allison's to the kitchen as well to store it in the microwave. He then made his way upstairs, knowing that he'd need a warmer shirt for their day out due to the mid-December snowfall.

One of the more personal things he knew about his wife was the fact that she loved the snow. It gave her a sense of purity that had long since been lost from her mind, which was why he wasn't surprised to see that she had only gotten a pair of jeans on before stopping to watch the snow fall with only a bra to cover her torso for the time being. Knowing that she could probably use the distraction, Chris decided to take initiative and get her shirt and boots together for her as to not waste any more time before he himself got his own longsleeved shirt from the dresser and putting it on in place of his holiday themed tshirt and sat down on the bed to slide into his boots.

"Allison, you should probably get your shirt on." He prompted once he was ready to go and hated the way she snapped from her thoughts as if he had startled her. "I got your shirt and boots out for you."

"You didn't have to do that, Chris." She murmured as she pulled the white henley over her head. "But thanks."

"It's no big deal, Allie." Chris assured, watching as she sat down to pull her riding boots on. "We're a team, right?"

"Yeah." Allison whispered, pulling her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder to hide the love bites left by her husband the night before. "So where all are we headed?"

"Mainly HQ, weapons and gear checks like always. But I was hoping that we could go out for lunch and then pick something up to cook for dinner tonight."

"You're cooking?" She asked with a laugh, gently pushing on his pec but not expecting him to gently grasp her wrist and pull her in close for a kiss.

"I was hoping you'd help."

"Cute chick flick moments aren't exactly my style, Chris."

"Yet we unintentionally have them all the time?"

"We either argue, have sex, kill things, or do cutesy shit." Allison commented, letting Chris kiss her one last time before pulling away and leading him down the stairs.

"You should grab a hat, Al." Chris suggested, a suggestion completely blown off by his wife as she pulled on her coat and grabbed the keys to his jeep while he pulled a beanie onto his head to ensure the warmth of his ears for the duration of their adventure together. "Its cold out there."

"And I'm cold blooded, so I think I'll be alright."

"And you're sure that you're not cold?" Chris asked for the seventh time as they walked along BSAA Headquarters together. The building heater wasn't on, therefore it was about thirty degrees inside the building, opposed to the twenty-nine degree weather outside. Allison had her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, but she wasn't budging. He knew that she was freezing, but she had too much pride to admit that he was actually right for once.

"I'm fine." Was all she muttered, but he knew by the way she walked closer to him that she was in desperate need of some body heat. So he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her flush against him as they walked to where they needed to be. As much as she wanted to squirm away, she knew that he was only trying to be a nice guy so she just let it happen. Choosing to ignore the looks that they got from fellow operatives, Chris smiled down at Allison when she looked up at him, silent thanks in her eyes as he pulled her along the halls to the armory.

She stood perfectly still while he went about checking their weapons, since she technically wasn't allowed to touch any weapon for any reason while they were in HQ. It pissed her off, but rules were rules and following the BSAA's stupid rules kept her out of a lab and alive so she'd abide by them for now. It wouldn't be long before she made her case to Chris to have him ask his bosses if getting a bit of leniency was possible.

"Are you wanting a rifle, Spencer?" Chris asked and Allison shook her head, knowing that the lighter she was loaded the better she moved.

"It'll weigh me down, Redfield. You know that." She responded simply, raising an eyebrow when he looked back at her.

"I like to ask because I never know when you're going to want one and the last thing I need is you bitching at me out in the field about needing a rifle and not having one."

"I do not bitch." She defended herself, blue eyes narrowing when he scoffed.

"All you do is bitch, Allison. If I do anything wrong, I get you bitching at me about how you would've been able to do it better. But that's right, you're not allowed to because this is the only way to keep you out of a lab."

"Yeah, well, I didn't have to surrender. I could've just put you on your ass back in Africa and became a ghost again."

"Why didn't you, then?"

"Because you were being all mopey about being considered expendable, so I gave you a little push. Had I known that I'd be stuck married to you, then I would've knocked you on your ass." Allison explained, knowing that they have had this conversation plenty of times in the past and would have it plenty of times in the future too. That's just how it worked.

"What's cute is that you think you did me a favor."

"Well considering that you've been 'Captain Redfield' and are considered a fucking hero to this fucking organization because you managed to drag me in, I'd say that I did you a huge favor."

"But you are making me pay for it, Allison." Chris stated as he slid their cases with the rest of Alpha Team's before turning to face her.

"I've made you earn it, Chris. Are we done here?" She asked, smiling sweetly at her husband to let him know that she was done with him for now.

"Yeah. We're done."