A/N: Thanks for the reviews and feedback; I really appreciate it (: I’m starting to feel better now, so hopefully my chapters won’t suck as much T_T

What do I own? I own this story, Adrian, Maggie and Faith. However, despite what you believe, I do not/never will/never have owned Capcom or Resident Evil. Unfortunately, I do not believe that is going to change anytime in the near future. Pffft, if I owned RE I wouldn’t have killed off the main antagonist…especially in such a pants way.

Story/plot copyright: Me, Carrie-Anne, Carrie, C, not you.

Hunting

‘16 weeks pregnant…and I have a cold -_-’ Claire coughed into a tissue she had been previously holding as she put the kitchen phone back on its holder. She’d just phoned her midwife and asked if it could cause any damage to the baby. Fortunately, the midwife had informed her that immune system impairment was very common in pregnancy and that the baby shouldn’t suffer from it.

“What was her verdict?” Wesker questioned as he leaned against the kitchen wall by the phone.

Claire jumped, ‘God he appears out of thin air.’ “How many times have I told you not to do that?” She asked as she re-collected herself.

Wesker smirked slightly, “A fair amount.”

“Anyway, I didn’t tell you I was ill…I didn’t tell you I was phoning the midwife either…how the hell-”

“Dear heart, you forget that I can sense everything that goes on in your body. Also, I couldn’t help but notice you standing in the kitchen conversing on the phone.” He pushed himself off the wall and moved closer to her.

Claire placed a hand on the small of her back. Her back was aching due to her uterus growing and putting extra strain on the ligaments in her abdomen. “She said that it’s just immune system impairment. It’s common in pregnancy.”

Wesker watched as she winced in discomfort. “Did she inform you of anything else?”

Claire walked over to the kitchen table and sat down on the closest chair. She grabbed a nearby book which was already open due to her reading parts of it earlier. She held it out to him. “What she told me is in the first couple of paragraphs at the top. I’m sure you’ll get more out of it if you read it yourself. I’m pretty much hopeless at repeating things.”

Wesker took the book and looked over the page, raising an eyebrow every so often as he did so.

‘Your baby is about the size of a pear this week. Some of the more advanced body systems are working now, including their circulation and urinary tract. Your baby may be playing with the umbilical cord too.

You've probably gained at least 2.2kg/5lb by now, maybe as much as 4.5 kg/10 lb. Your uterus is growing and you might feel pangs caused by the ligaments stretching in your abdomen. These pains are usually temporary but your growing uterus will put extra strain on your back.’

Wesker closed the book and gave her a disapproving look. “You are accepting information from a book that describes a foetus as a ‘pear’?”

Claire rolled her eyes. “It’s just an example. Not everyone wants scientific terminology like you.” She coughed a few times as she rubbed her back.

“Problem?” Wesker asked as he eyed her actions.

“I have backache.” Claire frowned.

“I believe Carina has some paracetamol in the-”

“I can’t take it…it‘s bad for the baby.” Claire interrupted.

Wesker let the interruption go and walked over to her. He placed the book back on the table and sat down. He stared at her, wondering how difficult his next task was going to be.

Claire rubbed her forehead with her fingers before noticing Wesker looking at her. She cast her eyes to him and felt uneasy. He was giving her a studying look. “What?” She questioned in a circumspect tone.

“Do you trust me, dear heart?” He asked serenely.

“To a certain extent Wesker, yes.” Claire replied without hesitation.

Wesker smirked. “Only to a certain extent?”

Claire chortled. “Don’t play silly, Wesker. I know full well you don’t tell me everything.”

He raised an eyebrow at her understanding of him. “Some things you are better off not knowing.”

Claire expressed a small smile. “Whatever. So what is it? You obviously want to ask something.”

“It is more of a request actually.” He took of his glasses so his calamitous eyes looked into hers. “I require a sample of your blood.”

Claire’s face paled. “What? Why?”

“Don’t be concerned now, my lady. I can assure you I do not want it for any malicious purposes.”

“Why do you want my blood!?” Claire exclaimed louder than she‘d intended.

“Control your tone.” Wesker warned, “I have given you no reason to doubt my intentions towards you. Allow me to take a sample or refuse.”

Claire closed her eyes as she took a deep breath and then opened them. “Please tell me why you want it.”

“Research.” He answered…which wasn’t entirely a lie.

Claire froze, she really didn’t like the sound of that. “What research?”

“Your blood will enable me to observe certain things happening in your body; specifically the baby.” Again, not a complete lie.

Claire sighed. ‘He wouldn’t hurt me, right? That’s what he said, right? He wouldn’t hurt the baby either…right?’ “You’re not going to-”

“I will not be using it for any other purposes except for my own. Now, will you allow me to take some?” Wesker didn’t wholly approve of deceiving Claire, however he needed her blood and he was willing to take any measures necessary to get it.

Claire bit her bottom lip in thought. ‘I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.’ “No.”

Wesker was actually startled for a split second. She rarely defied him now. ‘Oh well, I suppose I will just have to use one of her main weaknesses against her.’ He knew his lady very well, so he knew her main weakness was her ability to care too much. No, he wasn’t very satisfied that he had to reduce to this, he would have rather had her trust. ‘I suppose her Redfield manner is still etched inside of her. Not to worry, if all goes well that should change.’

“No?” He repeated with feigned anger. He wasn’t particularly angry. He was just annoyed that she hadn’t been willing even though he had given her no reason to doubt his actions.

Claire felt instant sadness at the sound of his voice. “I’m sorry Wesker, but-”

He put his glasses back on and stood up abruptly. He looked down at her. “You agreed to become my wife yet you will not even trust me with your blood?”

Claire realised how terrible that sounded. She twiddled her fingers nervously. “I-”

Wesker started to walk away from her, knowing that his manipulation was working. “Perhaps I was a fool to believe you no longer doubted me.”

She stood up quickly and walked over to him. “Don’t say that.” Claire pleaded as she moved so she stood in front of him.

Wesker looked down at her, fighting a satisfied look as he knew she was going to give in and agree to let him have some. “Why not?” He questioned.

“Because you know I don’t doubt you!” Claire claimed.

“Really? Well, that isn’t what it appeared like to me a moment ago.” Wesker retorted as he crossed his arms for effect. ‘Three, two, one-’

“I’ll give you some.” Claire murmured as she placed a hand on her bump.

Wesker fought a grin. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Because…” Claire shifted uncomfortably, “I realise how bad it sounded when you said about me marrying you and not trusting you. I’m your wife…I should trust you.”

“You should.” ‘This is going far better than I expected.’

‘Don’t do it, Claire. Don’t do it.’ Her Redfield reasoning begged.

Claire bit her bottom lip softly in contemplation. “I will give you some…but you have to promise me something first.”

“And that is?” Wesker asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That it is not going to be used for anything horrible. No biological weapons, no mixing, no mutating.” She stated in a firm tone.

Wesker lowered his eyebrow so he would appear more sincere. “You have my word.”

Claire sighed, ‘Yeah, but how far does your word go Wesker.’ “Ok.”

Wesker cupped the side of her cheek and kissed her forehead gently. “Good girl.”

Claire frowned at the almost patronising gesture. “How much do you need?”

“Not that much. Just a small sample.” Wesker confirmed as he removed his hand from her face.

Claire gave in and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “….Ok.”

Wesker returned her embrace and was thankful she couldn’t see his face. If she could, she would have seen a smirk that would have made her quickly take back her consent. “Come along now, dear heart.” He ordered as he pulled away and started to walk out the kitchen.

Claire wiped her watery eyes and coughed into the tissue she was holding a couple of times. ‘The things I do.’

“What do you mean you haven’t started looking!?” Chris shouted down the phone. Adrian had left two weeks ago and Chris was now being informed that he hadn’t even started investigating.

“I have to stick to my job so I don’t arouse suspicion. I’ve been trying to get a free space by getting all my paper work done and out the way-”

“But-” Chris attempted to interrupt.

“Shut up will you!?” Adrian snapped before taking a calm breath. “Look, I haven’t been neglecting the matter at hand. Whilst I’ve been stuck in the office I have researched into all the different places I think she could be. I was going to start as soon as I go on patrol…which is in…” Adrian looked at the clock that was on the wall in his office, “one hour.”

Chris took a deep breath. “Ok…sorry I snapped at you…it’s just getting to me, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Adrian responded sympathetically. “I’ve got to go, my boss is giving me odd looks. I will call as soon as I check the first place, ok?”

“Ok.” Chris sighed as he put the phone down. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he slumped down on the couch. ‘Don’t worry Claire…I’m coming for you.’

“You okay?” Jill’s soft voice asked as she walked into his living room. She sat down next to him and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry…dumb question.”

Chris turned to her and gave her a weak smile. “No, it’s ok.”

She smiled back at him before resting her head on his shoulder, hoping that she was offering some form of comfort during his torment. “We’ll get her back, Chris. She’ll be ok.”

“What if she’s not though, Jill? What if he’s hurt her? Or killed her? I would have failed her. Failed her as a brother. It’s all my fault!”

Jill sat up and quickly placed her hands on his shoulders. “Stop it, Chris! Don’t you see this is what he wants? Don’t give him the satisfaction! It’s not your fault! You have not failed her-” She paused as Chris unexpectedly kissed her softly on the lips. She had always had feelings for Chris, just like she presumed he had feelings for her, but she’d never thought they would go any further.

“Sorry.” Chris said as he looked away from her, feeling the blush start to form on his cheeks. “I guess I just wanted to say…thanks, Jill.” He expressed a small smile again.

Jill returned his smile and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“You do know how to use that, right?” Claire asked as she eyed the needle he was holding warily.

“I am going to pretend you did not ask me that.” Wesker stated as he walked over to her. “Your arm please, dear heart?”

Claire rolled up her sleeve and bit her lip cautiously as she held her arm out. ‘Don’t do it, Claire. Don’t do it.’

“Do try to keep your arm steady.” Wesker advised as he gripped her gently.

Claire couldn’t help the involuntary shivers that kept passing through her. She knew that Wesker wouldn’t intentionally harm her, but she also knew that Wesker and needles should never go in the same sentence.

Wesker could feel her slight tremors as he held her. A part of him was offended by her behaviour, but another part of him couldn’t blame her for her reaction. If he was her he wouldn’t trust himself either. “Do stop shivering, dear heart. I am not going to cause you any harm.”

Claire fought a cough. “Sorry, I’m ill.” All she really wanted to do was sleep.

Wesker paused as a sudden thought came to him. ‘Perhaps I can spare her for a few days’ “Would you feel more satisfied if I performed this when you are healthy?”

Claire opened her eyes that she hadn’t realised she’d closed. “Hm?” She asked sleepily.

“You are having difficulties staying awake. I believe rest is what you need. It won’t do anyone any favours if you make yourself worse.” Wesker rested his hand on her forehead, checking her temperature as he watched her eyelids close before snapping open again. Her temperature was above recommended so he knew her cold was genuine.

“Don’t you want the sample?” Claire questioned as she sighed, missing the heat from his hand as he pulled it away.

“I can retrieve it when you are no longer incapacitated.” He responded as he walked away and disposed of the needle before walking back over to her. “Now, go and rest.”

“Actually…I was wondering if I could borrow you for a few seconds.”

“What for?” Wesker re-adjusted his glasses as he looked down at her.

“I was just wondering if you could sit with me as I fall asleep…you’re warm…so it helps.” Claire put on her best cute face.

Wesker sighed as he sat down next to her. He had work to do but he figured he could spare her a few minutes. He waited for her to get comfortable next to him before placing his arm around her shoulders. His mind focused on equations and various other variables as he felt her sniff and cough slightly before settling her head on his shoulder.

Claire felt the cold sharp feeling evaporate as she savoured the warmth Wesker was emitting. She snuggled closer to him and let her eyes close, hoping the pleasant effects of sleep would help ease her discomfort. ‘A little nap won’t hurt…’

Wesker waited patiently as she drifted off next to him. He didn’t particularly know why he had decided he would retrieve some of her blood later, and he wasn’t going to waste time questioning himself about it. ‘She will still be here tomorrow, and the day after that.’

He tapped his finger in thought on the arm of the chair as he heard her breathing become deeper and heavy, signalling that sleep had finally took over her. He knew he was going to have to move her. If she woke up and saw what he was working on it would cause unnecessary worry and concern on her behalf. ‘And we can’t have that now, can we dear heart?’

He carefully gathered her in his arms, ensuring not to wake her in the process, as he stood up. He paused momentarily as she adjusted and nestled into a comfortable position before walking out the room.

After entering their bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, covering her with the duvet as he did so. He pushed a lock of stray hair out of her eye before standing up straight and looking down at her.

His plotting eyes scanned over her small body. She looked so fragile, so human resting there. With his quick speed he knew that he could do it right there and then and she wouldn’t even be aware of it. But he fought that urge. His lady was not up to the required health he needed. He would let her rest. After all, he couldn’t just think about Claire but the child too. His child.

He started to wonder when he’d became fond of the idea of having a child, but he left that thought in the darkness of their room as he closed the door silently behind him.

‘Work does not have room for such thoughts.’

“Can I help you?” The young lady behind the counter asked. She moved her eyes over the uniform the man in front of her was wearing. ‘Obviously a police officer.’

Adrian flashed her a quick smile. “Yes,’ he answered, ‘I am looking for a young woman who I believe purchased something from here.”

“What is her name?” The lady inquired as she clicked up a search bar on her computer.

“Claire Redfield.” Adrian responded as he noted the nametag on her shirt. ‘Faith.’

Faith frowned slightly. “Sorry Officer, I’m afraid that name isn’t coming up in our data banks.”

Adrian thought momentarily. “She may have taken the name of her’ He forced the word out, ‘husband. Try Claire Wesker.”

Faith quickly typed it in but came up with nothing. “Sorry.” She watched the young officer’s face before forming an idea. “Not everyone leaves their details. Many people just walk in, buy stuff, and leave. Have you got a picture of her?”

Adrian pulled out a photo of Claire. It was a fairly recent photo of her and Chris sitting at a restaurant table. He placed it on the counter, hoping that she at least recognised her.

Faith patted the side of her cheek in contemplation. She did seem familiar…of course! ‘That man…she was with that man.’ “I think I’ve seen her before.”

Adrian’s face lit up with hope. “You do?”

“Yes. How could I forget really? She was with this tall, blonde man. He was so…so…”

“Cold.” Adrian finished for her.

Faith looked up from the photo. “Yes…you know him?”

“Unfortunately. Did Claire seemed distressed, hurt, anxious?”

Faith crossed her arms. “Not at all. She seemed pretty content. If I remember correctly…I think she asked me if we sold a particular item. I said no and then she thanked me for my time before leaving with that man.”

“She didn’t leave any details?” Adrian questioned, losing the small piece of hope he had.

“Sorry, no.” Faith gave him an apologetic look.

Adrian took a deep breath before picking up the photo and putting it back in his pocket. “Thank you for your time. If you remember anything else-’ He pulled out a small card and handed it to her, ‘this is my number.”

Faith took it and stuck it to the computer screen. “I will-WAIT!”

Adrian paused and stared at her, a glimmer of hope starting to form again.

“I remember!” She bent down behind the desk before standing up with a pad and paper. “I told her to go to Maggie’s.”

“Where and what is Maggie’s?” He asked as he stepped closer to the desk.

“Maggie’s is a baby and toddler shop. It sold the item she wanted.” Faith quickly scribbled down the address and directions. “Here.” She handed the slip of paper to him.

The hope that had died instantly returned as he took the paper from her hand. He could have literally kissed her! “Thank you for your time, Miss.”

“No problem.” She smiled as she watched him exit the shop.

Adrian slammed his police car door shut and picked up his phone. He quickly dialled Chris’ number and drummed his fingers along the steering wheel as he waited for an answer.

“Redfield.” Chris answered.

“Chris! I’ve got a lead.”

I’m standing in front of some big grand double doors with large golden handles. They seem uncomfortably familiar. I can also hear the annoying buzzing of a fly tapping against a nearby lamppost. It is really starting to grind my gears.

I look down at myself and realise I have no bump anymore…yet I can still feel life inside of me. I don’t understand. My clothes look familiar too.

“Greetings.” An all too familiar voice states. “You must be the lovely Claire Redfield.”

My eyes widen, oh no, this seems horribly familiar. I turn around slowly and finally realise where I am, Rockfort Island. No. Not here. Not again. I can see him now, like I did back then. He is dressed all in black with his hair perfectly slicked back and glasses placed on his face. He looks as handsome as always, but he has a malicious air to him. “Of course it’s me, Wesker.” I blurt out starting to feel afraid. “I’m your-”

“It seems there’s not much explaining to do, is there?” He says as he continues to walk towards me. “I was the one who attacked this island.” He’s so close now. “Who’d have thought you’d be hanging about?” I can smell his intoxicating scent.

“Wesker! It’s me, Claire!” I yell at him. Why isn’t he listening to me?

He laughs menacingly. “All the better for me.”

He stops a few feet away from me. “Wesk- Albert! It’s me. Stop it!” I shout in hope that he will listen. It’s like he doesn’t even care about me anymore…it’s like…how it was back then.

“I must thank you for being such good bait.” He smirks slightly. You’d barely be able to notice it.

I step away from him. “You won’t hurt me, remember? You said so yourself.” I can feel myself trembling. “You won’t hurt me because you won’t let Chris be right!” I let out a cry of pain as he grabs me by the chin roughly and pulls me towards him.

“I despise, Chris.” He states with so much venom.

“I know, I know! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to mention-” I let out another cry of pain as he slaps me so hard across the face that I fly through the air and land crumpled on the floor. Why is he hurting me so much? He promised he never would again! “Wesker! Please stop! You’ll hurt the baby!” I cry as I try to push myself up from the floor. I can hear him walking towards me, and I know what’s coming…I’ve lived this before. “Wesker, no-” I let out another cry of pain as he treads down on my shoulder, pinning me to the rough ground.

I start to squirm underneath him as he says in an amused tone, “Oh how your brother will weep to see you die.”

“Please, Wesker!” I whimper. “You love me, remember?”

He pauses and looks down at me for a second before an evil smirk forms on his handsome features. “Love?” He mocks as he presses his foot down harder on my shoulder. I cry out again as I feel blood starting to soak the back of my top. “Does this look like love to you?”

I feel tears start to roll down my cheeks. He’s right. This isn’t love. The Wesker I know- wait…this is the Wesker I know. He’s never changed. The Wesker I’m married to is exactly the same as the one who is beating me now…except the Wesker I have loves me, right?

“What?” He snaps into his ear piece as he forgets about me for a second.

I attempt to sit up whilst he’s occupied with whoever is talking to him. Before I can even make an attempt to then stand up, he kicks me across the face and I slam down to the floor again. I feel fresh tears roll down my cheeks as all I can feel is overwhelming pain. “Please stop, Wesker…”

He looks at me with disinterest, like I’m some trash on the floor that has no right to live, before turning so his back is facing me. His coldness hurts more than the physical pain. “It appears you may be of some further use to me.” He stops for a second. “I’m going to let you live…a little longer.” His red eyes flash behind his glasses as he gives me one last meaningful look.

“NO! WESKER!”

“Claire, wake up!”

“No!” Claire cried out as she tossed and turned on the bed, occasionally hitting who ever was calling her.

“Claire!”

“Stay away! Get off!” She screamed whilst her eyes were shut tight. She could feel someone shaking her shoulders.

“Claire! Open your eyes.”

She snapped her eyes open to reveal yellow-red ones looking down at her. She must have knocked his glasses off when she’d hit him. “Wesker?”

Wesker sighed in what he realised was relief that she was now aware of her surroundings. “Yes, you were calling out in your sleep.”

Claire sat up slowly and wiped her brow, hoping that Wesker wasn’t going to ask her what she had dreamed about. “What was I shouting?”

“My name.” He claimed.

‘Crap.’ “Oh…” Claire didn’t want to lie to him, but she knew that if she told him what her dream had really been about he wouldn’t be very pleased. “I had a dream that you left me…I suppose I was calling you back.” It wasn’t a complete lie; he had left her and she had called him. She decided to wrap her arms around his neck to avoid suspicion.

Wesker had a feeling that she wasn’t being entirely truthful, but he would accept her explanation for now. He placed his hands on her hips as she rested her face in the crook of his neck. “You are aware that I have no intention of deserting you?”

“I know.” Claire breathed. She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as she sighed. ‘He won’t hurt me, he won’t hurt me. He loves me in his own weird way.’ She pulled away slightly and grabbed his face in her hands. He was wearing his usual blank expression, but she knew that deep down he had showed some concern. Deciding that he probably would never admit it, she pressed her lips against his in a gentle kiss.

Wesker broke the caress after a while and looked at her. “What was that for?”

Claire rolled her eyes, sighed, and smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I did it because I love you, you evil bastard.”

Wesker raised a blonde eyebrow. “Charming.”

Claire laughed lightly as she heard the doorbell ring in the background. She sat up straight and fought the urge to ruffle his hair because she knew that would really annoy him. “I’ll go get that. You go and do what ever the hell it is you do in your office.”

After pushing the creases out of her clothes, Claire opened the front door. “Hello- Oh for the love of God, what do you want?”

Excella pushed her designer glasses to rest on her head. “A greeting as lovely as its giver.”

Claire glared at her. “What do you want?”

Excella waved a large brown envelope in front of Claire’s face. “I need to give this to Albert.”

“Albert isn’t here. So I guess you’ll just have to go and flirt with somebody else’s husband.”

Excella sneered. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

Claire flexed her fingers. “You know what? I’ve got something to say to you, you nasty trashy hoe.”

Excella’s eyes widened. “What did you just call me?”

Claire smirked. “You heard me.”

“Well at least I don’t look like I just crawled out of a sewer. Have you ever heard of the word style? I honestly can’t see what he sees in you.”

Claire chortled. “Maybe you should ask yourself why he picked someone who supposedly looks like they came out of a sewer over you.”

Excella’s eyes narrowed. “He’s just using you until he can come back to me.”

Claire laughed. “Oh please, are you sure you’re even a woman?”

“I’m more of a woman than you’ll ever be.” Excella flashed her a malicious smile.

Claire rolled her eyes and sighed. She was getting bored of this. She leant forward and lowered her voice to a whisper. “If he ever shags you just remember this; when he cums he’ll be thinking of me.” She stood up straight and snatched the envelope out of Excella’s hands. She looked at her startled expression, smirked and said, “Bye, bitch” as she slammed the door shut.

After giving herself a mental pat on the back, Claire turned around only to bump into a sturdy chest. She let an innocent smile appear, “Hi.”

Wesker cocked an eyebrow. “That was a rather intriguing conversation you just had.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Claire lied.

“Save the innocent act. I do believe my most favoured line was, and I quote, ‘when he cums he’ll be thinking of me’.”

Claire felt her cheeks redden. “Yeah, well…shut up.” She pouted.

Wesker expressed a small smirk. “I do believe you are holding something that belongs to me.”

Claire looked down at her hand. “Oh yeah.” She handed the envelope to him and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Slutcella brought it over…it’s probably naked pictures of her or something.” She cringed at the idea.

Wesker had to fight a grimace at the thought of Excella naked. “So I suppose you will take pictures of yourself to counter these ones?”

“Ha, you wish.” Claire grinned.

“I don’t have to. Your shower performance in the mornings is more than enough.” He smirked before turning around and walking over to the stairs.

“OI!” Claire stamped her foot. “You said you didn’t watch me in the shower!”

“I lied.” Wesker responded as he walked up the stairs.

Claire crossed her arms and huffed. ‘I’m totally wearing a bathing suit as I shower tomorrow.’

“Are you Maggie?” Adrian asked as he stood by a lady who was putting baby nappies on a shelf.

The lady in question paused her actions and stood up straight. “That’s me, Maggie Larson.” She answered as she eyed his uniform. “Can I help you, Officer?”

“Yes you may. I am trying to find the young woman in this photograph.” Adrian handed her the picture and watched her expression as she looked over it for any signs of recognition. “Do you recognise her at all?”

Maggie focused on the picture and tried to place the young woman’s face somewhere. “I serve so many people every day…what’s her name?”

“Claire Redfield, but she may have used her…husband’s name…Wesker.”

Maggie instantly recognised that name. “Of course! How could I forget that man? He had such a- would you believe me if I said evil air to him?”

“Yes.” Adrian chortled.

“Claire Wesker…I’m pretty sure I served her…” Maggie trailed off in thought before having an idea. “Follow me.”

Adrian walked behind her as she lead him to the counter. She quickly typed something in - he figured it was Claire’s name - before turning her attention back to him.

“You’ll be happy to know that she purchased insurance here.” She flashed him a brief smile. “I can give you her details.”

Adrian had to contain his joy. “That would be very much appreciated.” He’d done it. He’d found their address. He sighed in relief; at least he didn’t have to drive to the other twenty five shops he had left on the list in his cop car.

Maggie handed him the printed details. “Did she do something wrong?”

Adrian kept his eyes on the details as he answered, “No. Her family just want to know if she is alright.” He looked up from the sheet. “Thanks for your time.”

“No problem. I hope you find her.”

“So do I.” Adrian said to himself as he shut the shop door behind him.

“Chris! Chris! Wake up!” Jill slapped his shoulder.

Chris sat up immediately and rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping too well since Claire had gone missing so it wasn’t surprising that he’d fallen asleep on the sofa. “Jill? What is it?”

She handed him the phone. “It’s Adrian.”

Chris snatched the phone from her hand. “Adrian! Was the lead any good?”

“More than good, Chris. I’ve found her. I’ve got the address.”

Chris sighed in massive relief. ‘I’m coming for you, Claire.’

“Don’t come down yet though. I’m going to take my chances at the local hospital tomorrow. Maybe if I find her doctor I can find out more information. What are you and the others going to do?”

Chris scowled. “We can form a proper plan now we know where she is. If that fucker thought I was going to give up my sister that easily he was wrong. He wants a fight? We’ll give him a fight. That prick is going to regret the day he ever touched her!”

Jill watched Chris converse with Adrian as she crossed her arms. She knew they had one hell of a long journey ahead of them.

The hunt may have ended, but the fight had just begun.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Lots of stuff happened in this one. The shit is going to hit the fan when Chris and the others find her! Holy crap, can you imagine what Wesker is going to be like? He is going to be a very angry evil bunny…mmm evil bunny.

Anyway, I would really like it if you left a review and told me what you think. Was this just so god damn awful that it made your eyes bleed? Please tell me…because making your eyes bleed is really not my intention.

So, what is Chris and his homies planning? Read on to find out :D Bye for now, my dears.