So, we had a lovely request for Chris and Heisenberg to work together from Cowgirl0334. I am more than happy to oblige since this actually fit in rather naturally, and I only needed to change one small point for it to work. Hopefully, you guys enjoy the chapter.

Song Suggestion: I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fair warning this chapter gets a bit intense. it's not gonna be a fun ride for the stress sensitive. if you get uncomfy, go ahead and stop, next chapter will be back to the more mellow tone, I think.


Time moved slowly after the dinner incident. The morning following the incident welcomed the beginning of May. throughout the first day of the month, Rose was understandably a bit more hesitant around Chris because of it. Rather than force her to be around him, he allowed her to have her space, so she could have time to process that she was still safe.

After a rather stressful Sunday for all of them, the 3 went to bed and to Emma's confusion she woke up alone again.

"What on earth?" Emma whispers quietly as she turned off her alarm. This wasn't like him to be awake so early. All the same she went to take her morning shower. While she was showering she heard the usual sliding and shifting of drawers that she would have heard if Chris woke up after her. Further confusion plagued her expression as she washed out her hair. Something was up, and she was going to figure out what it was.

With that goal made she continued her normal morning routine. She finished showering, and got dressed for work before waking up rose and heading downstairs. Sure enough there was Chris sitting on the couch with a tired expression and reading.

"Morning," Emma says as she walks around to get breakfast started.

"Mornin'," he grumbled with a groggy tone. "How's the Parasite doing,"

Emma chuckled at the nickname the child in progress had been given. "Well, they're going to let me cook breakfast today, morning sickness seems to have calmed down a bit thanks to the vitamins..." she replies but frowned slightly as she notices the ever present bags under his eyes. He wasn't sleeping well. "I had an idea the other night. I figured I'd run it by you?"

"okay," he replies with a slight nod.

"Rose is nervous around you now, maybe a bit of a trust exercise would help... She's aged enough to ride a bike, But she'll need someone to teach her how, and I certainly can't do that." Emma replies as she offers her idea.

"It's a decent idea," he admits hesitantly. "we don't really have that in the budget for the month though. A kid's bike can cost a couple hundred bucks," Chris says in return.

"I still have my savings," Emma offers which causes a slight frown to form on Chris's face as he turns to look at Emma from over the back of the couch.

"I thought the plan was to put that towards house renovations for the nursery?" Chris points out.

"We can use a little of it for Rose, I don't think the baby will be offended if we use a slightly cheaper paint or forgo a floor rug," Emma counters.

"... Alright," Chris relents, if Emma was okay with that then who was he to argue at this point. They did need to do something. "I'll try and be home on time but Theres a chance I might be late... I'm going to try and bring those files in anyways. A lead is still a lead and it could end up being the difference between an outbreak and a controlled lab shut down,"

"Not a problem. I'll see if I can pick up a bike after work," Emma smiles and continues on with her day.

Breakfast was served, Duke was walked and Work was done before making her way to the local super story to try and find a bike for Rose. She eventually found a cute white one with red and purple rose 'decals' painted on it and a small white basket attached to the front that was decorated with fake flowers.

Rose looked around confused as she made it home with Chris. the house was dark and empty and didn't smell like dinner. "Where's Emma?" Rose asks concerned as she looks around the quiet house.

"She had to work late today," Chris says smoothly while putting his shoes away.

"Oh..." Rose replies as she does the same while hesitantly glancing at Chris a few times. "I'm gonna go to my room now."

"Alright," he says as he heads into the house and looks around. he could probably put something quick together.

By the time Emma made it home and got the bike stashed away and hidden in the garage, Chris had finished making a box of Macaroni and Cheese for the family to share.

Emma smiled as she walked in through the garage. "I'm home," She called with a chuckle.

"Welcome home!" Chris called back as he worked on setting the table.

"Looks good," Emma says as she walked over to give him a peck on the cheek. "And operation 2 wheels is a go," she adds with quiet excitement. "it's hidden in the garage, maybe you can give it to her over the weekend."

Chris gives a short amused chuckle at the code name. "Sure, that sounds good. I'll keep my schedule free." He shouldn't have a mission until the end of the month, work had been pretty slow lately. it was kind of nice.

Dinner time was announced shortly after and the 3 enjoyed their cheesy meal. Emma watched Chris with some level of curiosity though out the rest of the night. she was going to figure out what he'd been up to even if it meant staying up all night. An option she took quite literally.

As their nightly routine wrapped up and the couple settled in for the night Emma laid still with her eyes shut though she pushed herself to stay conscious. It was a boring process but after about 2 hours she Felt a gentle peck on her cheek before Chris moved to get out of bed and left the room.

Gotcha. Emma thought rather proud of herself that her plan worked. She waited a minute or two before quietly getting out of bed as well. She checked the study to find it was empty. hmm. she tip-toed her way downstairs to find Chris laying on the couch covered in a few throw blankets.

"What are you doing..." He asks to let her know he was there.

Hearing the unexpected voice causes him to jolt and sit up before relaxing back into place on the couch as he put a hand over his face. "Sleeping."

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Emma asks confused. did she do something to upset him?

"It's nothing," He replies before slowly shifting to sit on the couch properly. "I just figured this would be safer for the time being."

"Safer, are you not feeling well?" She asks concerned.

"No, that's. I still have those fits from time to time, and it's hard to tell when they're going to happen," Chris replies with a forced neutral expression. "I don't want to end up, you know," he made a fist with one hand and punched his open free hand. "It's bad enough that's happened at all before. If I end up hurting the little parasite or worse because of it..."

"You're not going to hurt them," Emma offers as reassurance as she walks over to sit next to him. "How long have you been doing this?"

"Since I found out. and I'm not so confident," Chris admits in return.

"...Alright," she eventually says with a nod. "But maybe we can set up some space for you in the basement and get that spare bed set up again? you're not sleeping well doing this, and it's noticeable. 5 more months of this is just going to make your fits worse..."

"Alright," he agrees, "We can get that set up after work tomorrow."

Emma gives him a peck on the check before getting up. "we should try and get some rest then. See you in the morning."

"Good night," he replies in return as he watches her head back to the stairs before laying down again and settling in for the night.

'*'*'*'*'

Tuesday brought with it a bit more of the same. Wake up. try and stomach cooking breakfast, take care of duke, go to work. work. go home.

Emma contently walked with Duke around the neighborhood. "Let's see, I have some pasta left over from a few nights ago... I could mix that with some cheese and tomato sauce. Maybe a bit of sausage would go well in that mixture... nah, that would require a trip to the store... I could bake and shred a chicken breast or two. add some spices after that." Emma quietly talks to duke as they walk.

The woman felt comfortable enough in the safety of the neighborhood that she didn't question the van she didn't recognize parked along the side of the road ahead of her. "Although there might not be enough left over pasta for a main dish... I could use some vinaigrette and make a pasta salad as a side dish..." She continued to ponder as they walked past the van.

the doors of the van opened, and an arm reached around placing a cloth over her mouth. Within a matter of seconds everything went dark.

Duke growled and barked at the men who grabbed his owner before leaping forward to bite the arm of the one that knocked her out. the man shouted in pain as one of the other goons kicked the dog causing duke to yelp and let go before quickly fleeing.

"Stupid fucking mutt," the man grumbles as his bleeding arm was shaking. The group quickly load Emma into the back of the van.

Emma slowly began to regain consciousness some time after that. despite opening her eyes she couldn't see a thing. What happened... where was she? the memories slowly return and panic set in as she began to struggle. while her legs were free, her arms had been tied together at the wrist.

"Stop yer struggling," says an unknown voice.

"What do you want from me?" Emma asks terrified and confused. Why was this happening?

"From you? Nothing. You just need to sit quietly and be good little bait," says the voice once more. "So stop yer squirming. We're almost there. It's up to you if I have to knock you out again and drag you the rest of the way, or you walk on your own two feet."

While she wasn't exactly thrilled about either option. For now, she chose to comply. She didn't know what was going on, and it would be easier to protect herself and the baby if she was conscious.

The vehicle they were in eventually came to a stop. Emma was pulled out of the van and blindly led forward for some time before eventually the cloth bag that had been placed over her head was removed. She was standing in front of a large metal door which was opened by one of a group of 3 people around her.

Another of the three lead her into the room. "Stay here, and if you know what's good for you don't try nothin'," the same voice from when she wasn't able to see, before walking out and locking the door once more.

Emma looked around terrified before noticing she wasn't the only person in the room. sitting in a chair with her wrists and ankles bound was none other than the woman from the dinner incident. She looked over to Charlotte with concern. "You're here too? What's going on, Why are we here?"

"Geeh why are we in an unknown location guarded by thugs? Let's give that one some thought," Charlotte replied with an unamused tone. "If I had to guess, given that they're trying not to bruise you up too much, you're a bargaining chip for that book I accidentally left behind."

The woman remained quiet as she moved to sit on a bare cot that was set up in the corner of the room. All of this over a book? granted she did say it was probably connected to bioweapon stuff... and that guy from before said that she was supposed to be bait. Did Chris even know she was missing? Well. Okay, he'd probably notice if she wasn't home but would he know where to look for her? She wasn't sure she wanted him to look for her either. Being called bait made it sound like a trap...

While Emma was lost in her thoughts for a few minutes it didn't take long for the door to open again. this time a well-dressed older man entered the room. likely in his late 60s or early 70s. Emma watched quietly as the man closed the door before starting to walk towards Charlotte.

"The shipyard by the bank. Honestly, a bit cliché don't you think fath-" Charlotte was cut off as the man punched her in the face instead.

"Do you think this is funny!" he barks in return with self-righteous fury in his eyes.

Emma watched with a terrified expression as she curled up a bit on the cot to protect her stomach. Charlotte was picked up by the front of her shirt and forced to stand and look at the man.

"Did you think I wouldn't figure out that it was you, ungrateful brat!" he shouts before shoving her back into the seat which fell over from the force.

"Think you're so fuckin' clever. 'Oh we're at the shipyard, look at how smart I am'," the man mocks before giving her a swift kick to the gut. "I gave you everything and that wasn't good enough for you. Nooo you had to go ad be a snitch," he says giving her another kick.

Charlotte yelped in pain as the additional blow met her rib cage as Emma flinched each time the woman was hit.

"Did you think I wouldn't figure out it was you? Did you think I wouldn't figure out where you went?" the man asks as Charlotte attempts to prop herself up. "I give you credit I'm still trying to figure out how you knocked out the servers and security system. The fire alarm was a nice attempt at a red herring." the man says as he uses his foot to push her back to the ground. "But you forgot about the webcam on my computer," He says with a manic laugh. "You've been testing my patience for years, but this, is the last straw, I will not stand idly by as you lose your goddamn mind and try to destroy everything this family built."

"Get fucked," Charlotte wheezed out which just pissed her father off even more. He moves to pick her back up by the collar once more and drew his arm back and gave her another solid punch causing her to fall again.

Emma flinched once more. Charlotte was already starting to bruise from the punches and falling. She wouldn't be able to take much more and Emma knew it. While still terrified she moved to shakily start untying her shoes to try and get them off her feet.

"You really think you're some hot shot now huh? Too good for your own family so you sell me out at the drop of a hat to save you're own skin. Is that what happened? Got a plea deal to help hunt me down?" the man accused as he moved to pick her up once more. "Think you're all that and a bag of chips, but you didn't even hide your tracks. Made it really easy to figure out where you went and who you talked to." He says while reeling back his fist once more.

This was probably a really dumb idea. In fact, it definitely was a very stupid idea. All the same both shoes were removed and Emma moved to stand up from her place on the cot.

"So here's that fight you wanted honey. You finally pissed m-" he was ready to deck the girl once more only to stop as he was hit in the head by a shoe.

"Stop it," Emma says holding her remaining shoe. She was shaking and terrified and knew she wouldn't be able to fight much better but at least she had her legs free. she could try and kick the guy even if her balance wasn't what it used to be.

To Emma's great confusion, the man's expression gradually changed from unbridled rage to a sorrowful mourning as he stared at her.

The father paused and let go of Charlotte allowing her to shakily fall back to the ground. Instead of hitting the girl again, he stoops down and picks up the thrown shoe and slowly walks over. oh god, oh no, stay away, don't hurt me. Emma thought as she steps back and to the side to try and keep a distance from the unstable individual. Rather than throw it or lash out he simply places it on the cot.

"How far along are you?" He asks quietly.

Emma stared at him confused. "What?" she asks voicing her shock at the unusually civil question. The only response she got was a vague gesture to her stomach. She hesitated to reply but eventually spoke all the same. "... 4 months."

He nods and takes a second before speaking again as well. "Do you know what you're having?"

The pregnant woman looked between the unstable man and the beaten woman on the floor with clear concern. "Not yet. No."

"Well... Just pray it isn't a girl," He says before turning to walk away and leave the room.

'*'*'*'*'

Chris was quietly driving home. the ride to and from the office had been pretty awkward for the last few days as neither Chris nor Rose seemed to know how to talk to each other anymore. The deafening silence was soon broken as Chris's cellphone began to ring.

"Chris speaking," He says after accepting the call.

"Hi um, so. not to freak you out or anything," the voice starts before stopping. "oh um, this is Cathy by the way. sorry. Um. So, I found duke running around in the street?" she says which causes Chris's eyebrows to knit together. "I tried calling Emma, but she didn't pick up. So, I hope it's okay, but I brought duke home with me. I think you should maybe take him to the vet? he has some uh. reddish brown stuff on his mouth and not to jump to anything, but it looks kinda like"

"Blood," Chris finished the sentence. Concern turned to panic rather quickly.

"Yeah... maybe he ran into something or hurt himself digging in the yard to get out?" Cathy suggests nervously. "He's been whimpering a lot and hiding behind chairs."

"Thanks for letting me know," Chris says while trying to keep an even tone. "I'll pick him up in a bit,"

"Okay, see you in a bit," Cathy says before the two hang up.

Chris puts his phone away and focuses on getting home as quickly as possible. Rather than pull into the garage he parked on the driveway, and just as he feared the front door was broken and wide open.

"Shit..." he says under his breath as he gets out of the car. He didn't know who broke in and if they were still around, so he helped rose out of the car as well. There wasn't a safe place to put her. Leave her in the car. Easy target. Bring her inside with him. Easy target. Instead, he settled for a halfway point. "Rose, stay here. if you see anyone, scream okay?"

Rose nervously nods as she stands by the front door and keeps her back against the wall.

Chris went up the stairs to try and check on the house. every room he went into was torn apart. Rose's room, the bathroom, his room and the study, they all looked like someone, or a group of someone's were trying to find something pretty specific. "please still be at work..." Chris says under his breath as he moves to get a gun and some ammo from the safe in his room which had been forcefully opened. even then everything seemed to still be accounted for, so they weren't after that or any of his gear. he'd do a full inventory once he was sure the house was safe...

Chris made his way back down the stairs and into the main living area which was similarly trashed. tables and chairs were toppled over couch cushions cut open and stuffing thrown haphazardly on the floor. he didn't get to look around for long when a loud shout came to ear.

"Chris!" Rose shouts as she hurries further into the house to find him and clung to his leg.

"Stay behind me," Chris says as he makes his way back towards the front door to find Heisenberg standing in the doorway. Before Chris could pull the trigger, Heisenberg magnetically pulled it away from Chris with a flick of his hand only for it to drop and clatter against the floor like the knives had the night before.

Before Heisenberg could do much else Chris lunged forward and punched the man in the face causing him to stumble back a few steps. Despite a now bleeding lip Heisenberg returning the blow and decking Chris in return.

"This is low even for you," Chris says as he lands another hit in return.

"That's rich coming from you, what the Hell did you do with her," Heisenberg asks and continues to go punch for punch with the walking tank.

"What did I do? you're blaming me for what you did?" Chris asks annoyed as he grabs onto the metal lord and throws him further into the house resulting in a resounding thud as he hit the ground. "Emma had nothing to do with the village, let her go and leave her out of this."

"What the shit are you talking about" Heisenberg asks as he pushed himself to get up. "Look I don't know what's going on with your marriage problems but leave me out of it and give Charlotte back."

Um, what the fuck? "Why would I voluntarily be around either of you. I just want you guys to leave me and my family the hell alone." Chris says as he stays ready to act in case this was a diversion. "Wait it wasn't you?"

"Fuckin' hell no. It wasn't you?" Heisenberg asks as he stays put for now.

"No," Chris replies in return and the two finally stop beating the daylights out of each other. "I don't have time for this, get out of my house." he says as he moves to walk further into the house with Rose. There had to be some sort of clue regarding who did this.

"Like hell," Heisenberg replies as he followed the two, as the group made their way back into the open living space Heisenberg paused in the short hallway "...shit" he says under his breath as he looked at the destruction.

Chris move to set the dining room table back up though it was unstable thanks to the fact it was now missing a leg.

"Is Emma okay?" Rose asks with quiet concern.

"... I hope so," Chris replies just as quietly. his previously annoyed and frustrated expression shifts to a gentler, sorrowful. As he looks around something out of place catches his eye. A neatly folded piece of paper sat upright on the island counter amidst the chaos and destruction. Concern was replaced with dread and curiosity as he walks over to the kitchen island and picks up a neatly folded piece of paper.

Mr. Redfield,

It's come to our attention that you've come to possess a particularly valuable item that belongs to us. As such we've taken something of value as collateral. Should you want to see this returned to you in one piece you can find us at the following address. We'll give you three days. bring the book.

His expression shifts once more and harden anger returns as his attention snaps back to Heisenberg.

"This is your fault," Chris accuses.

"My fault?" Heisenberg parrots back annoyed.

"They want that stupid book, they have my wife and child" Chris says while holding up the letter.

"Geeh where have I heard that before." Heisenberg replies as he pretend to clear out his ear with his pinky finger. "It must really suck now that the boot is on the other foot. Makes you want to panic right?" He points out.

Chris's glare remained trained on Heisenberg as he summoned the last of his patience to keep him from going back over to start fighting him again. This wasn't the same. He was trying to protect them. It wasn't actually Mia.

"...You don't even realize you did this to someone else, do you?" Heisenberg accused.

"You think I deserve this?" Chris asks in disgust.

Heisenberg bobs his head. "Kinda yeah."

The answer causes Chris to pause. He knew all the same that he messed up with the village but even then, ... "Maybe I do, but she doesn't. She's a civilian she has nothing to do with this."

"Well guilt by association seems to be your favorite kind, the only reason you're mad about this is because you're the one getting bit in the ass this time." Heisenberg points out annoyed. "Where are they holding her,"

"Why should I tell you?" Chris asks in return as his frown curled into a sneer.

"Because if they're after the stupid book then chances are they're the same people who took Charlotte, and she might be there too," Heisenberg points out before a twitch of a smirk pulls at his mouth.

"You're not coming with me," Chris says annoyed. Like hell he was letting this asshole anywhere near him for that long of a period of time.

"Try and stop me," Heisenberg replies.

'*'*'*'*'

Emma watched as Charlotte shifts a bit to try and lay on her back. The pregnant woman winced in sympathy as the other groaned in pain due to moving. There had to be something she could do to help... Emma looked around before noticing a bucket off to the corner that was collecting water from a pipe above it. Well. hopefully it was water... she walked over to the bucket to try and check.

"That looked pretty painful... I'd ask if you're okay but," Emma says, cutting herself off before carefully kneeling down to try and poke at the collected liquid and get a bit on her fingertips.

"I'm fine," Charlotte replies shortly.

"It's already starting to swell," Emma counters as she managed to get a bit of the water on the tips of her fingers. It didn't burn, so it wasn't acidic which was a good start. check for notable contaminant, she thought as she holds her hands up to sniff at it. if there was any contaminant it was odorless. "I wouldn't drink this, but it's clean enough for cooling the bruises," She says as she moves to get up again and looks around. she needed fabric. She couldn't rip up the cot, they'd need that for Charlotte to rest on... the cot had metal springs though. she makes her way back over to the cot and starts pulling at one of the springs to try and get it free.

"That child of yours will only give you so much protection, don't push your luck," Charlotte warns in a tired and bored tone.

Emma ignored the warning, she managed to get one of the springs free, enough that she was able to hook it onto her pants and pull causing the weak fabric to tear. A small victory but a victory nonetheless. Charlotte was worried about getting into more trouble and reasonably so, so Emma worked to put the spring back into place before she eventually made her way over to the knocked over chair and sets that back up next to Charlotte. "Come on, I'll help you over to the cot," She offers as she reaches for Charlotte's hands with her own bound hands. It took some finagling, but Charlotte was eventually standing long enough to get back into the chair which Emma dragged over to the cot since Charlotte's legs were still tied and neither one dared undo any of the knots without having a plan to escape solidified.

A bit more struggling later and Charlotte was able to lay on the slightly more comfortable cot. Emma moved the chair back a bit so she'd have a place to sit when she was done gathering supplies. She collected the bucket of questionable water from the corner and placed that by the cot before taking a seat. Emma would dip the scrap of fabric in the water and gently tend to the swelling bruises, twirling the fabric to get it to rapidly cool off and re applying it to the bruises. As the fabric dried it would get a new dunk into the water.

While it was a simple gesture time made it slowly more and more taxing. 1 minute. 3 minutes. 15 minutes. An hour. The longer she spent working on the injuries the more the rope around her wrist started to chafe, and her hands started to prune up from being wet for so long. even then there was no end in sight. the bruising was only getting worse and would need constant attention to keep it from swelling in a way that would need more drastic medical attention. too much swelling presser on her eye or any broken or fractured ribs would make the pain worse and potentially lead to lasting damage.

as Emma continued to work the silent woman eventually spoke. "... I'm sorry."

Emma jolted slightly at the unexpected sound before looking at Charlotte confused. "Why?"

"It's my fault that you're here," Charlotte admits quietly while avoiding eye contact. it was hard to tell if that was on purpose or because her one eye was already swelling shut.

"It's not your fault," Emma counters as she continued to tend to the injuries. "You were trying to do the right thing bringing that book to Chris. It sounds like you have a few reasons you don't get along..." She adds before thinking over the dinner incident again. "And I'm still not happy about what happened..." the pregnant woman admits before continuing. "but, I'm glad you trusted him enough to ask for help if you were going through all this." Emma says in return as she moves to dip the cloth in water again. "This must have been frightening." She was terrified too but for now, she needed to be the strong one. Charlotte was hurt and needed help.

Charlotte moves to cover her eyes as a hiccup catches in her throat and tears threatened to fall.

Emma winced at that. covering the injury like that was going to make it difficult to tend to and could agitate it. Rather than chide the crying woman Emma instead focused on the bruises on Charlotte's ribs. Maybe it would help if she asked questions? If Charlotte was focused on talking it might help her calm down. "I'm sorry if this is an uncomfortable question but... what did you mean before when you said, 'That child of yours will only give you so much protection'?" Emma asks with hesitant curiosity.

The beaten woman accepts the distraction as Emma continued to tend to her injuries. "... My mother passed away due to complications with childbirth," Charlotte explains. After a slight pause, she spoke again. "Because of that, my father's always been a bit... odd. around expecting women. I think he feels guilty, that it was his fault she died. In a way, he's not wrong." she rambles as she explains a bit more than she needed to. "I think he feels like if he's accommodating to expecting women, that it will help him 'repent' for killing her."

Emma remained quiet. "What a horrible lie to convince yourself is true..." She says with a sympathetic tone. What the man did to Charlotte was wrong, and it was certainly worse that he kidnapped the two of them and was running an underground mafia of sorts. but even then she couldn't help but feel some pity for the man if what Charlotte said was true. "Medical problems like that, they're not usually one person's fault if anyone's at all... Having a child is a risk. It's painful and a lot of the times leaves the mother in pretty bad shape they never fully recover from..." admitting as much caused her to stop tending to the wounds to look down at her own stomach and gently place her free hand over it. "I can't imagine living with that kind of guilt over something I couldn't control... I know I wouldn't want Chris to blame himself if something happened to us..."

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine," Charlotte says with an annoyed tone.

Charlotte's tone surprised Emma at first before it quickly shifted to guilt. "huh? Oh gosh, sorry you're right... that was rather rude and dismissive of me to say..." Emma apologizes as she goes back to tending to Charlotte.

"What? No, that." Charlotte gave a tired sigh. "You care too much..."

"Maybe," Emma admits in return. Even then she stayed by the cot and continued working to make sure that the bruises stayed cool to help them heal until the two eventually fell asleep.

'*'*'*'*'

Chris made his way into the BSAA headquarters after dropping Rose off with Umber Eye for safe keeping. As the militant man made his way down the halls he knew too well he eventually stopped in front of the director's office and opened the door without knocking.

"Redfield?" the director says surprised while internalizing a sense of dread. He just got the guy to be a good compliant soldier and suddenly Chris was back to his old habits.

"Where's the book I dropped off earlier?" Chris asks.

"It's in process to be stored in the evidence lockers, why?" The director asks annoyed. The guy just gave him the book yesterday, was he expecting a miracle or something?

"I need it back, they took my wife and child," Chris says which shocks the director.

"When the hell did you get married? Someone took Rose?" The director says as he moves to get up. if some unknown party got their hands on a bioweapon that was definitely a problem.

As much as Chris had wanted to keep Emma and the child off the BSAA's record, he didn't have a choice. "My wife's expecting. Rose is fine."

"Jesus Christ Redfield, you nearly gave me a heart attack," the director says as he relaxes again. This wasn't as big of an issue in his mind. Is it really so much to ask for people to keep their paperwork up to date?

"They want to book, I need it back," Chris repeats.

"Easy now," the director says while making a motion for Chris to calm down which only pissed him off more. "I understand your upset," he says while trying to talk in is usual condescendingly calm tone. "Since we have a reason to believe this may be an organization related to bioweapon production I can have a team sent out in the morning. Do you have an address?"

Chris put the letter on the desk with a bit more force than was needed, and the director picks it up to look it over. "I'm going now,"

"Fine. Fine, Lord knows I can't stop you once you get an idea in your head," the director relents. "Check with the recon librarian, if it's been filed she'd know where it is."

Hearing that causes Chris to nod before heading to the door.

"And Redfield," The director says causing the agent to stop in the doorway. "I expect your paperwork to be updated once you get back," the man says before moving to sit back down at his desk.

Chris grumbles to himself as he leaves. While it took him a bit longer he packed up two duffle bags worth of gear from the supply lockers before getting the book. The agent made his way back out to his SUV where He put two duffle bags into the back before getting into the driver's seat and hands the book to Heisenberg.

"Why in the shit are we bringing that thing with," Heisenberg asks as Chris starts the car.

"It's better to have it and not need it, then need it and end up with both of them dead," Chris says as he puts the car into drive. "And, technically, now we're not breaking the law." he explains as he starts heading toward the designated address from the letter.

Heisenberg gave a disgusted grumble. "You fucking got this approved as work?"

"Well the alternative is getting arrested again so," Chris starts only to get cut off.

"Again?" Heisenberg asks confused.

"I don't want to talk about it," Chris says in monotone annoyance. There was no way he was telling this asshole he got arrested for the village incident, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Of course you don't," Heisenberg replies bored.

After driving in silence for 8 solid hours the sun had well since set. Heisenberg cautiously looked over. "We've been driving for a while now. shouldn't you rest or something?"

Chris scoffed at this. "This is easy, try a 12-hour flight across the Atlantic, you don't exactly get to pull over and take a break," Chris points out in return. granted having a co-pilot helps, but that was neither here nor there.

"Show off," Heisenberg grumbles as he moves to cover his face with his hat so he could rest for a bit.

Talking about the time caused Chris to look at his gas gauge which was Solidly on E now after driving for so long. "We need to refuel," Chris says as he pulls off at the next exit.

"What happened to no stops on the Atlantic," the metal lord asks with a snarky tone.

"This Isn't exactly a military long-distance helicopter," Chris rebuttals while questioning his life choices. This jerk insisted on coming with and was just going to insult him the whole god-damn time. It was going to take a miracle to keep from strangling him.

"Sure, whatever you say roid rage," Heisenberg replies.

Much to Chris's relief, Heisenberg eventually fell asleep as they continued their traveling allowing him to drive in blessed silence. Before long morning's light announced the start of a new day and some time after that Chris pulled over again this time a good hundred feet from the shipyard. he turned off the car and took a bit of time to continue enjoying the lack of Heisenberg's peanut gallery commentary as he geared up. it couldn't be avoided forever though, and he eventually opened the passenger door to nudge the tag along.

"Wake up," He hears Chris says shortly.

Heisenberg shifts to get up before looking around "This is where the address lead to?" Heisenberg asks curiously.

"Yeah, more specifically a warehouse in the shipyard," Chris says as Heisenberg gets out of the car.

"Well that's a bit Cliché... thanks for the ride, I'll take it from here," Heisenberg replies as he moves to start walking away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chris asks annoyed causing Heisenberg to stop and turn to face him. Did this guy really just have him act as a chauffeur and expect not to help?

"Um. to the shipyard. Where my wife better be, or I'm going to be making it everyone else's problem," Heisenberg replies.

"We need to make a plan first, or we'll just be wasting time," Chris points out.

"We? Oh no. I'm grateful, or something, for the ride, but that's not happening," He says in return as he waves off the idea.

"Look I don't like this either, but we need to work together. The longer we take looking for them, the longer these low lives have to move them to a new location," Chris points out.

"Why should I work with you?" Heisenberg asks with a frown. "I'm a bioweapon remember?" he asks as Chris notices a guard entering the area who was starting to aim at the two.

Chris holds up his pistol and fire creating a soft pop sound thanks to the silencer attached to it. shouts of pain could be heard causing Heisenberg to turn and find some goon crumpled onto the ground in a puddle of their own blood.

"Point received," Heisenberg replies.

"Back up should be here in a few hours," Chris explains as he offers an earpiece to Heisenberg. "Put this in, for now, we can split up, and we'll cover more ground but this way if one of us get a lead we can let the other know," He explains as Heisenberg cautiously accepts the offered device and puts it in his ear.

"Hello, hello hello hello!" He says rather loudly to test the mic causing Chris to wince.

OW! "Will you stop that, they're designed to pick up whispering for stealth missions," He hissed in return.

"Right. got it," He says in a normal tone. Chris takes out his earpiece and adjusts a few settings before putting it back in place. This dumbass did not know how to be quiet.

"Alright. letter said warehouse 6, but it could be a trap," Chris points out. "I'll scope it out from a distance while you check the other warehouses to see if they hide away from the drop sight."

"Fine, but if this doesn't work I'm going with my own plan," Heisenberg replies reluctantly.

"Fine," Chris says in return. This was no skin off his teeth at this point he just wanted to get Emma back safely and in one piece. "This way." he says and starts leading the way into the shipyard before the two split off.

"Remember, not everyone here is involved there are civilians too," Chris says through the earpiece as he makes his way around various large shipping crates and taking out guards on patrol as he sees them. doing so helped clear a path for Heisenberg to check the other warehouses since he seemed content to just walk out in the open. During a stealth mission. fucking asshole.

"Right so now you're worried about civilians," He says in return. "must be nice getting to pick and choose when that's a concern," Heisenberg adds.

Hearing that causes Chris's eye to twitch. This again, "Look I didn't have the resources for that scale of an evacuation, I had a 6-man team, and we were off the radar. I figured cutting the problem off at the source would resolve the issue in a safer way," Chris finally explains.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night," Heisenberg replies.

He barely slept as it was. he wanted to reply, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears or be used against him, so he remained silent. instead, he focused on making his way to warehouse 6. he plucks a flash bang off his vest, pulls the pin and tosses that into the warehouse. some gunshots could be heard as others shouted for everyone to take cover before the concussive light blinded the room giving Chris a way to enter the area with a bit more safety. dozens of armed thugs but no Emma or Charlotte. he cleared each room in the warehouse hoping maybe he'd find either of them but no luck. he cursed under his breath as he started to make his way out.

"Warehouse 6 was a trap," Chris says through the communicator.

"Shocking," Heisenberg replies. "Well 1 through 4 are now empty, moving on to 5."

"I'll meet you there," Chris replies "It's either warehouse 5 or 7." If they were still here at all. The odds were starting to narrow down further and further.

Before long he made his way to the 5th warehouse to see Heisenberg wasn't too far away as well. The Bioweapon had 2 decent sizes, blood covered Industrial Circular saw blades floating around him as he walked.

BANG!

Chris froze in place as his eyes widened before looking around to find a bullet behind him that stopped a few inches from his face. The bullet clattered to the ground with a soft metallic tink before a saw blade was flung through the air effectively cutting down the stealthier thug that had been hiding on top of a few stacked crates. The impact from the blade causing them to fall off the crate and onto another a few feet below with a metallic thud.

"There, Now we're even for earlier," Heisenberg says as he gets the doors for the warehouse to slide open on their own.

Chris went in first followed by Heisenberg as they started checking and clearing the various rooms within the warehouse. Storage rooms, supply rooms a break room with a few unfortunate goons, a fortunately empty bathroom. Still no sign of them until the made their way to a metal door.

"Locked," Chris says with a frown.

Karl snapped his fingers as the tumblers shifted, and the door creaked open. "Not anymore."

They quickly walked in to find a windowless room. Emma was sitting on a chair and groggily opened her eyes to look over at the two. Upon seeing them she quickly became more away and moved to get up making her tied hands more apparent. "Chris?" she asks quietly.

Oh thank god she was alive. A cautious smile crosses his face as he met Emma half way and held her before giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Are you alright? how the parasite, they didn't hurt you did they?"

"I'm fine, A bit hungry, they haven't exactly given us food, but they left me alone for the more part," she admits with quiet hesitation.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes as the two reconvened and puts his last remaining disk like saw blade down by the door. "Where is Charlotte?"

Emma looked down at the floor for a moment before looking at Heisenberg as she gestures over to the cot. "She's resting. Please be gentle..." Emma requests as Heisenberg made his way over as well. They left her alone that was true but, Charlotte needed medical attention and quickly.

Chris looks over to see the beaten woman as Heisenberg works to untie her before moving to do the same and help remove the rope that tied her wrists together. He frowned as he saw bleeding chafing as the rope was removed. "You're injured," he says as he holsters his weapon in favor of getting some bandage wrap from one of the many pockets on his tactical vest.

"It's my own fault, I was moving around a lot," Emma replies hoping to keep him from worrying more as he put ointment on the raw patches before wrapping them in gauge and bandages.

"I should have been here sooner," He says while still blaming himself that Emma got involved at all.

"Stop that," Emma says as she moves to hold the side of his face. "you're here now. Okay?" She says before giving him a peck on the forehead. "Let's go home. Rose is probably worried... you didn't bring her with right?" Emma asks concerned as that possibility came to mind.

"No, she's staying with Umber Eye," Chris replies which causes her to relax again.

that was a relief. She was about to speak again when Heisenberg beat her to it.

"Keep an eye on them, get them out if you can, I'm going to check that last warehouse," He says and uses his powers to pick up his remaining saw blade from its place by the door.

A few shouts of pain could be heard in the distance after Heisenberg left. Guess they were called BioWeapons for a reason. Chris walks over to the cot with Emma to check on Charlotte. "Can you move?" he asks Charlotte.

"Slowly..." she replies in return. the main problem was that she couldn't really see where she was going, and her depth perception was shot with only one eye able to open properly.

"I'll help support her," Emma offers.

"You shouldn't be carrying anything in your state," Chris points out worried. She already went through too much, As much as Charlotte's condition was concerning he was just as worried about Emma, trauma like this can still cause miscarriages adding heavy lifting too it was just a recipe for disaster.

"We're sitting ducks here. One well tossed explosive, and we're paste," Emma points out in return as she moves to help Charlotte get up.

Charlotte winces as she gets up. "She's unfortunately correct... we need to move."

Chris hesitates but nods. " Alright, I'll clear a path and cover you guys," he agrees and heads over to the doorway to peek around and see if there was a threat. "Coast is clear," he says and moves out into the open to keep a better eye on their surroundings.

The process was slow, but they made their way out of the warehouse with minimal problem. Honestly, the place was a ghost town at this point. Dead bodies and blood littered the pathways showing the route that the men had taken around the facility.

a distant shout of pain was heard ringing through the air from the 7th warehouse.

"Time to pick up the pace," Chris says concerned as he continued to look around for any sort of threat.

"Easier said than done," Charlotte replies with a wheezing attempt at a laugh.

another 10 minutes passed before they made it back to Chris's SUV.

"What day is it?" Charlotte asks. Chris wasn't exactly sure what time it was, and it was a fair question for her to ask considering they both likely had no idea when they arrived at the warehouse. Once the two injured women were safely in the vehicle he finally allowed himself to check the time.

"Wednesday, May 4th, 10:22 AM" He reads off and puts the phone away.

"fun," Charlotte replies as she was helped to the back seat of the car, so she could lay flat.

It took a good 30 minutes after that before Heisenberg made his way over to the car as well now missing the saw blade he'd been using before.

"So what was this about expecting backup?" He asks with an annoyed laugh.

"I'll call in for them to meet us somewhere safer, they need medical attention." Chris points out and Heisenberg nods once everyone was back into the car Chris drove the group to safety where they were attended to.

'*'*'*'*'

The scare of having Emma kidnapped like that made him all the more hesitant to leave her on her own, but life demanded otherwise. the two made it home by Wednesday evening and life went back to 'normal'. Rose and Duke were home and by Thursday the two went to work. During the evenings they to try and put the house back together as much as possible. Luckily in this case they were able to make it an insurance claim to cover the damage but, that would take time.

Time that they simply didn't end up having. Friday rolled around and Chris made his way through the halls of the BSAA headquarters to an obnoxiously familiar door. This time he knocked.

"Come in," The director says and Chris does so.

"Redfield. Good to see you're in one piece," The director replies. "And thank you for updating your records. How's the wife?"

"She should be at the doctor now to confirm everything is fine," Chris replies in return with a slight feeling of defeat.

"Naturally, she'll need to be moved over to a BSAA doctor for regular care, so we can keep an eye on her, but for now, since this is more or less an emergency a regular public one is fine," the director says as he moves to pick up a file and offer it to Chris. "In the meantime, you're needed. We'll expect Hound Wolf squad to head out on the first fight tomorrow morning," The director says as Chris accepts and reads over the file.

"I thought we weren't Schedule to leave until the end of the month. Some training exercise with the marines for Bioweapon preparedness exercises mandated by the government," Chris replies while trying to mask his frustration.

"You'll still be expected to attend that as well should you return in time, if not, we'll send another team. For now, this is your new priority," the director replies, seemingly expecting the push back. "This incident of sorts has brought a bit more credence to that tip you brought in, So having the tip checked has been bumped up in the priority chain." The leader explains. "Two weeks in Europe. and best-case scenario nothing comes of it, and life goes on." with that said the man folds his hands together. "Any questions?" he asks though the tone of the question more so asked 'are we going to have to fight about this?'

While Chris definitely wanted to argue, he gives a tired sigh. "No sir," he says before getting up.

"Very well. Go and get your team ready." The director says to dismiss him.

With that Chris moved to leave. It looked like the bike lesson would have to wait.


Emma is [18] weeks pregnant

Took me half a year from when I said we were going to get back into bioweapon/zombie stuff to actually get back into bioweapon zombie stuff but heeeey here we are XD Chris is back on sprint duty rather than casual formality missions. how could this possibly go wrong lol. That being said, next chapter is going to be a fluffier one. I just checked my notes to confirm that. Thank you for putting up with my dramatic chapters lol.

Review responses:

xLunaxNightingalexDuskx - X'D I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the sillier antics of chapter 60. I honestly love that trope too so it was definitely not a hard sell to get me to include the fainting bit lolol. Thanks as always for the support, it always makes my day to hear that. ^u^

starrat - Glad to hear it ^v^