1996

You had been working in Racoon City for almost 4 years now. Lived here for 8. You knew these streets like the back of your hand. You were 22 and now had your own agency. Being a P.I. had it's benefits, but also a lot of downfalls. Work was iffy at times, but you couldn't complain.

You loved your job. You helped people in ways that the police couldn't. You also met a vary of people. Learning secrets that you shouldn't know, hearing things that you shouldn't have. You made sure justice was served to the best of your ability.

That was why Barry Burton was now trying to get you to apply for some special branch of RCPD. Special Tactics And Rescue Service or S.T.A.R.S. Something about your skills being a great addition to the team. You both knew each other since you had worked alongside the RCPD in many cases. You were actually pretty close to many of the officers here.

You had just gone to a BBQ that Chris had thrown last week. You brought burger patties. It was nice.

Barry: You will have a massive pay raise and steady work. A kid your age could use it. Maybe get a nice place and meet a nice gal who isn't trying to catch her husband with his mistress.

Y/N: I'm sure. But I'm 22, Barry. I got time.

Barry: I thought the same thing.

He then playfully smacked your shoulder.

Barry: Now look at me.

You both laughed before you took a drink of your beer. It was your day off, not by your choice, so you had decided to join some of the guys from the station. It was some local bar that they frequented, but you liked it. It had a nice atmosphere.

You looked at your bottle before ordering another one. As you did, you heard someone else enter the bar, making Barry smile.

Barry: Hey, there's the rookie!

The others began to cheer and greet this unseen person before they took a seat next to Barry.

Bartender: What can I get you?

???: Whatever that guy is drinking.

The bartender looked at you making you lift your head. He nodded and grabbed two more beers, opening them both and handing you one while handing the new person the other.

Barry: Rookie, let me introduce you to the thorn in Chief Irons' side, Y/N Locke. He works "independently".

You rolled your eyes, only for Barry to lean back and reveal who was behind him. You were immediately speechless.

Barry: And this is our newest rookie, Jill Valentine.

The woman, Jill, smiled and reached her hand across Barry.

Jill: Nice to meet the man I've heard so much about.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly shook her hand with a smile.

Y/N: All good things, I hope.

Jill simply smirked.

Jill: Sometimes.

She took a drink of her beer while not taking her eyes off of you. Barry chuckled before he was called away by Chris to play a game of darts. Once he was gone, you and Jill looked at the empty seat, debating on if either of you would take it.

In the end, you both decided to leave it be.

Jill: So, Chris told me you're a Private Investigatior?

You nodded.

Jill: Why did you jump right to being a P.I.?

Y/N: Ah, cause I swore to never work for an asshole like Brian Irons. Besides, being a P.I. takes less paperwork.

Jill: But I'm sure you go to court just as much.

You both shared a slight laugh. You then nodded as you lifted your beer to your lips.

Y/N: Sometimes.

You took a drink and turned to her.

Y/N: What about you? What's your story?

Jill shrugged before gesturing to Barry, immediately making you understand. He had a knack of convincing people to do things they normally wouldn't. Just look at Chris. Orphaned and a drifter and now he's one of the best damn officers you had ever seen.

Y/N: He roped you into joining superS.T.A.R.S?

Jill couldn't help but smile at your joke, even if it was pretty bad. But, that would end up being part of the reason why she enjoyed your company.
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You tapped your finger as you were forced to wait for the files that you had requested. You already had the proper authorization from Wesker but of course Iron decided to make it more of a pain than it needed to be.

You were working a missing person case and every second counted. But now, those seconds were passing by.

While you waited, Chris and Jill happened to be passing by. They were on their way out to pick up some donuts for both Alpha and Bravo team, but they both came to a halt when they saw you.

Chris sighed, already knowing what was happening.

Jill: He seems impatient.

Chris: He's on a case.

Jill looked at him before she turned back to you. Your clothes looked unorganized and your hair was messy. You were losing sleep, working hard. She watched as one of the officers handed you a file, which you took with a thanks.

You didn't blame them, you blamed Iron. One of these days you hoped someone put you on a job to bust him on something.

You turned towards the exit, opening the file and reading through it immediately.

Chris: Locke.

You stopped and looked up at the pair. Your eyes landed on Jill which made you immediately embarrassed at your state of attire. She didn't notice it from afar, but you even had bags under your eyes.

Chris: Tough case?

You sighed and held up the file.

Y/N: Got a lady missing. Her family said she had been acting weird and they answers, so here I am.

Jill: When was the last time you slept?

Y/N: I don't know. Tuesday?

Chris: It's Monday.

Y/N: Well.......shit, I don't know, Redfield. This is a missing person. I can't exactly spend my time dreaming about sheep.

Chris knew better than to argue with you. You would rest once the case was done, but if someone's life was at stake, you weren't going to stop until you had answers. Jill, on the other hand, was worried. You had talked a few times by this point and she saw you as a friend. Of course, there was still a lot that she didn't know about you, but that didn't matter.

Jill: Well, when you do find what you're looking for, get some rest.

You looked at her, only to find a sincere look on her face.

Jill: Please?

Chris looked between the both of you. He then smirked once he realized what was going on here. As your workout/BBQ/drinking buddy, he was going to do the best he could to make it happen. Even if neither of you knew yourselves.

Y/N: Yeah, I will.

Jill: And if you do find this woman, I'll buy you a drink.

She winked at you as she walked off to get the dounts for the team. You stood there for a second, trying to process if that really happened or if you had imagined it or not, before Chris patted your shoulder. He joined his partner while you looked at the file.

You were absolutely going to find this woman.
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Jill felt her back hit the wall before which made her gasp for just a mere second, before she pulled you close again. Your lips met with your body pressed against hers. One of her hands had a handful of your hair, keeping you on her, while the other was trying to undo your belt, being only somewhat successful.

You kept one hand on her waist while the other was making it's way under her shirt, touching her skin which felt cold against your warm hands. It was winter, after all.

She had kept her word and had bought you a drink after you managed to find the missing woman. Her ex had forced her to go into hiding with him, and after a standoff, he was arrested and she was reunited with her family. A life saved and a drink earned.

However, one drink turned into two. Two turned into five. Five turned into flirtatious looks and sweet words. That lead to you walking her home, which lead to her pulling you into her apartment.

That lead us to now, you both in different stages of undress. Her bra strap was hanging off of her shoulder while your lips explored her chest. Her soft moans were cute, especially after hearing about the oh-so tough as nails Jill Valentine. Though, you had seen what she could do. The muscle you felt told the stories themselves.

You wanted to learn more. You wanted to feel more. Jill didn't stop you from going lower. Though most of it was a blur, you could never forget the way she felt, or the way she said your name.
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1997

You tapped your finger on the file as you looked over your newest case. There had been several missing people who had some kind of connection to Umbrella. But, what did a pharmaceutical company have to do with missing people?

You couldn't investigate these cases fully, however. Chief Iron had made sure of that. He said he had some people looking into it, but you found it hard to believe. Still, you couldn't risk doing anything else.

Jill: Mh.

You stopped tapping your finger and looked at the sleeping form beside you. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your sleeping lover. Her hair was messy, she was drooling, and she had kicked you three times last night while she slept.

She was utterly beautiful.

You had found yourself at her apartment again. She had suggested you move in since you were always over, but you knew this place would get much more cramped if you brought all of your stuff. Besides, you wanted her to have her own space. The relationship was still relatively new, after all.

You ended up getting dressed and washing up before you returned to the bed where Jill was now laying in her stomach. The blankets had slid down to expose her back, showing off some of her muscle that she had gained after working out with you and Chris.

You smiled and leaned over, kissing her neck which made her stir just a bit.

Jill: Mh.

Y/N: I'm heading out, Jilly Bean.

Jill mumbled something that sounded like "have a good day" before she went back to sleep, making sure to protect her neck from any more of your assaults. So, instead, you kissed her shoulder. You got another muffled protest before you headed out.

She was truly something else.
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Jill: Sometimes I wish I went to college.

You looked up from coffee when Jill sat down across from you. She had come home earlier but decided to take a shower to try and cool down. Apparently Wesker had them run some intense drills that were driving the team mad.

You had noticed that she had been tired lately. It was pretty obvious, especially once she started drinking straight black coffee. Something she was doing now.

Y/N: What would you major be?

Jill: Something that wasn't law. Like, maybe I would be a doctor something.

You chuckled.

Y/N: It would've been a waste of money. College is just a scam anyway.

Jill: Well, at least I wouldn't be so sore all the time.

This was true. But, she would still be just as tired.

Y/N: It was really that bad, huh?

Jill nodded before taking a sip of the pitch black liquid. You swore she was a psychopath sometimes.

Jill: How, you want a business partner?

Y/N: Trust me, Jilly Bean, being a P.I. isn't all that easy either.

Jill couldn't help but smile at the nickname you gave her. It was so stupid, yet so cute. Though, she did say if you ever called her it in front of anyone at the station, she would put those skills she had been learning to use.

You couldn't tell if you were turned on or scared.
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Christmas was finally here, yet you didn't wake up early for presents. You stayed in bed and held onto Jill as you both slept. Having gotten the holiday off, you had both planned to spend most of it in bed.

Clothing optional.

The Christmas tree that had been set up in the corner of the small apartment was covered in decorations that had been bought, since neither of you had any prior, and few wrapped gifts sat under it. You and Jill had fought off the awful eggnog that Chris had prepared for Barry's party two nights ago. You could still smell the stench of it.

The ugly sweaters that had insisted you wear now lay discarded on the floor next to your pants. Still, Jill wore one of your shirts which was big enough to be a makeshift nightgown. The apartment was slightly chilly since messing with that thermostat was another bill to pay for. Though, now that you had officially moved in and was now helping with the bills, you were able to spare three more degrees.

Your face was buried in Jill's hair that had begun to get a bit long. She had already scheduled an appointment with a salon for Monday to have it cut. You decided to enjoy it while it lasted. She had complained about your facial hair getting prickly, so you would have to shave soon.

With the start of the New Year just a few days away, you were both already preparing your resolutions and promises.

All of this could wait.

You kissed Jill's cheek and pulled her closer.

Y/N: Merry Christmas, Jilly Bean.

Jill: Merry Christmas, Locke.
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1998

Jill was trapped in a nightmare. That was the only explanation she could think of. The dead were walling and she was trapped in a mansion in the middle of the woods. How many were dead? Oh God, how many did she kill?

They just kept coming. She could get anyone on the radio and she was running around blindly to try and find answers as to how the Umbrella Corporation was behind all of this. Enrico Marini, the leader of the now slaughtered Bravo Team, had said that there was a traitor in Alpha Team. Someone who had lead them here to die.

Jill sat against a wall, taking a breather to try and calm herself down. Even the bravest person would break at the things she had seen here. Monsters beyond her imagination. Things straight of a horror movie. And they were all hunting her and whoever else was still alive.

She closed her eyes, thinking back on just this morning. The pancakes you had made for her. How you had kissed her and told her that you loved her. How you wished her luck on her mission.

She thought about what you would say if you were in this situation. Would you freak out? Would you make some lame joke? Would you be comforting her?

No. You would probably tell her that she didn't need to be comforted. You would tell her that she was Jill Fucking Valentine and that she was the strongest person you knew.

And she was. She knew she was. She was stronger than some scared little girl. And she didn't need to be comforted. She had people counting on her and she can't let them down. She was S.T.A.R.S. She was someone who took action.

She opened her eyes and forced herself up to her feet. Just in time, too. She heard the telltale groaning of the undead that lurked around the mansion. She raised her gun and took aim, just as a walling corpse came into view.
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Two months. It had been two months since Jill had escaped the horrors of Spencer Mansion. Still, that didn't stop the nightmares. You had seen just how badly she had been affected by her experiences every night she woke up screaming or crying.

It had become a battle to try and get her to open up. But, beyond that, her growing obsession to take down the Umbrella Corporation was quickly consuming her. She would go days without leaving the apartment. Home-cooked meals were often left untouched or replaced with take out.

You couldn't even mention going to the station without her worrying for your safety. She felt like you were just as much of a target as she was. The wall that once hung the pictures of the two of you and your friends was replaced with a pinboard covered in string.

You couldn't even get Chris' help. He had up and left himself, going on his own to find a way to stop Umbrella. Fights became more frequent as well. Where as you and Jill would maybe bicker about chores or work schedules, it was now full on arguments over her own well-being and your safety.

You didn't need her to protect you, and she didn't need you to take care of her.

It was September 27 when you found yourself watching her from the bed. She was once again tied up in her research after adding another clue to the board. One that would surely lead to another dead-end. This is how it had been for a while now.

You got up and walked over to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and giving her a sweet kiss on the neck. She fell into it, but quickly snapped herself free.

Y/N: You should take a break.

Jill wanted to, but Umbrella was still operating. People were still suffering.

Jill: I can't.

You pulled her back and turned her around, keeping a gentle hold on her as she looked at you.

Y/N: You can. Come on. Let's go out. Get ourselves a nice dinner or go see a movie. It'll take your mind off of it for a while.

Jill pulled away, walking past you. She couldn't take her mind off of it. She needed answers and she needed to stop whatever Umbrella had planned. It had been this way for two months.

Jill didn't even sleep until it was nearly  2 in the morning, she found herself alone. Your clothes were gone as well as a few other of your personal belongings. All she found was a note left on her board.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, Jilly Bean.

-Locke"

She stared at it for what felt like an eternity. You were really gone. You had left, just like that. Maybe it was for the best. For both of your best. But that didn't stop the tears.

Still, she wiped them away and took the note down. She folded it up and tucked it into her pocket before getting back to work.
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You sat at the local diner and stared into the cup of coffee that the waitress had just poured for you. You took a sip, thinking about the hotel room you had got for the night. You had even considered taking up smoking again.

A washed up investigator who was newly single and stuck in a hole. What a life to live.

You took a sip of your drink, just as the diner doors opened and a man came stumbling inside. You saw the worried waitress head towards the man, but you chose to ignore it. You had your own problems to worry about.

At least, you had thought so.

The screams that erupted from the woman turned your attention back to the man. He head was turned into her shoulder. You then watched as she looked up with her flesh stretching from his teeth. Your eyes grew wide.

Then, chaos followed.
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