Disclaimer: Ioomoc

J.L.: This was a huge idea of mine that I wanted to try out. Some fangirls love the thought about Chris being gay, but is it possible to make him gay and get with Jill? Anyways, here goes.

S.T.A.R.S. Office

What they saw was a man. A man with pudding basin cropped brown hair, blue eyes, short stature and in uniform with a beret. This kevlar vest is crushing my chest...I walked in and headed for the captain's desk, which had a plaque that read A. Wesker. The blond middle aged man with chiseled looks and shades looked up at me.

"William J. Valentine?" He inquired.

"Yes sir." I spoke in a well practiced deep voice.

"Welcome to S.T.A.R.S. As our Lock pick and Bomb expert, you'll be a crucial part of this team and I expect full effort on your behalf. I received good reviews from your superiors and I expect nothing less." He spoke, his voice cutting like a recently sharpened combat knife.

"Understood sir." I answered. He nodded and held out his hand, to which I shook. Another man entered the office, a tall handsome man, with short dark brown hair, blue eyes and a rough look about him.

"Just in time Redfield. This is your partner, William Valentine." The captain introduced, waving his hand towards me. Redfield smiled, and held out his hand.

"Call me Chris if you will...er...if you wish that is." The man spoke, as I shook his hand. I nodded and took my hand back.

"Will's fine." I stated. I looked back to Wesker.

"Your desk is next to Redfield's." He spoke with a final tone. I nodded and headed over for it. Dropping my bag, I got to work right away with familiarizing myself with it. I placed a photo of my father and myself on the desk. Chris sat behind the desk set next to mine. He looked over at the photo as I pulled out a couple of papers to place inside my desk.

"Hey, this your old man and sister?" He asked. I stiffened and bit my lip. As long as he doesn't place two and two together.

"Yeah." I spoke in a more casual yet still masculine voice.

"Sister's kind of cute. Bet your old man's proud." Chris said and I froze. I will not involved with another man. I will not blush, or take that as a compliment of any kind...do something...manly.

"Dude, not cool." I spoke.

"Oh, sorry...protective of her?" He asked. Why is this man butting in on my life?

"Yeah..." I spoke, slightly glad I could come up with something. The last thing I need is some guy asking for her number...best they don't dig too much.

"Sorry, I know the feeling." He said. I looked over at him and saw a sad look cross his face, most likely a bad memory. Way to go.

"Want to grab a beer after work or something?" I asked. He's cute. He's handsome, and he's not a hard ass like I would have thought these guys would be...wouldn't hurt to attempt at a friendship with this guy.

"Sounds good. There's a bar just downtown, not too far from here. The Bar Jack." He answered and I smiled at him.

"Also a great place to pick up girls." Another man, one I hadn't noticed, spoke. While sitting on my desk. I glared at him. He was everything I stood against on the outside. He was a southerner, clearly from his accent, and had a mullet. Probably some good 'ole boy who joined the army to serve our country then when he got out, found this job. Probably a white sheet wearer too. Probably like drinking his beer, and beating his-wait a minute there. Come on now, stop thinking like an idiot. You haven't even talked to this guy and you've already labeled him just because he's sitting on your desk.

"I think I'll hit the clubs for that." I managed to grin out. The man held his hand out to me.

"Forest Speyer." He introduced. I shook his hand and went back to organizing my desk. A bunch of men came in.

"Alright team, let's discuss our current case and leads, to catch our new alpha member up to par." The captain spoke.

Bar Jack

I walked in with Chris and Forest, and found the bar to be a bit small, but homely. We sat at the counter and I noticed a few of the other guys from the office sat next to us. One wore a bandanna and the other had a yellow vest on him. They immediately started talking with Forest so I turned my attention to Chris. He was already drinking his beer.

"So, you alright man?" I asked, trying to be manly, but trying to be friendly all the same.

"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry about what I said about your sister, I didn't know." He apologized. I winced a little inside.

"No, it's cool. I'm just not a big fan of guys hitting on her photo. Happens a lot." I reasoned. Chris smiled.

"I've got a younger sister myself. A little bit of a trouble maker and a tomboy, but she's down to earth. Don't like it much when she brings guys with her from college." He said and I chuckled.

"Yeah, I remember those days." I agreed for the sake of getting along. Chris and I continued to speak, with each passing hour I began to really like him. He was friendly, charming and exceedingly comfortable to be around. As the other guys left, too drunk or other matters, Chris and I took little notice and continued on building our friendship.

Valentine Apartment

I looked into the bathroom mirror, nude. I didn't see the man. I saw a woman locked in a battle with her morals and her will to succeed. I've still got my body...but...ugh...why am I doing this to myself? To prove to Daddy I can cut it in a man's world? To escape my old life? To explore an unknown sexuality within myself? I sighed and stood up straight.

"Alright Jill, enough bullshitting. You can cut it in a man's world, you aren't running and dear god have you got the hots for your new partner. You're doing this because you need to. You serve under Wesker, you can bring him down. He won't know what hits him when divulge all the information you'll be stealing to your superiors." I spoke, cheering myself up.

Months later, S.T.A.R.S. office

"Wake up Willy!" I heard and felt ice cold water hit me. I lifted my beret and glared at the prankster, a one Joseph Frost. I stood up and smiled. Chris had his foot stuck out a bit.

"Morning cockfag." I bid, pushing Joseph. As he tripped over Chris's foot, I caught hit with my hand on the small of his back, and grinned.

"Dude!" Joseph panicked.

"Why Joey, I didn't know you were a bottom. I'm a top myself, So...maybe Friday night at eight?" I joked and dropped Joseph to the floor as he spout obscenities. I stood back and laughed, fixing my beret just as my undercover partner from my true employer walked in.

"Teasing Joe back again, Will?" Richard asked. I smirked.

"Note that, teasing back." I spoke and helped Joseph up as other people walked in. I took my seat next to Chris and smiled at my friend.

"Alright, tonight's stake out will be Aiken and Valentine on Duty with Redfield on backup. That's all." Wesker spoke and left.

"Keep the coffee warm for us?" I asked Chris. He smiled brightly at me.

"Sure." He answered.

That night outside of suspected meth lab

We were on radio silence in case they had police scanners. I sat back with my lit cigarette while Richard sat still.

"I've been noticing you and Redfield. You play your part well but sometimes you're a bit too soft around him." Richard spoke after a while.

"A small crush will not compromise the assignment." I explained.

"Cute. You'll never be able to date him. Keep that in mind." Richard spoke.

"I know that. He'd be my perfect man otherwise." I admitted.

"Shame." He said.

"Yeah...I was thinking about dressing down at a club I know he goes to, but then...he might recognize me from that photo..." I said. Richard turned to me.

"This is the third assignment we've been assigned to together. I've not seen you look at a guy like that since you broke it off with that asshole. As much as I'd like to see you happy in a relationship again with a guy who actually seems like he'd be good to you, do not take any action to expose your cover. If anything, once we get this wrapped up, maybe you can settle this with him and hope he doesn't tell you to fuck off." Richard spoke. I flicked the cherry off my cigarette and laid the seat back.

"Seriously though, he's perfect. Great sense of justice, great body, protective and honest." I muttered. Richard stiffled a chuckled.

"You've got it bad. Funny thing though, even if he did like you in return, he'd be a fag and wouldn't touch you if he knew." Richard said. I smirked.

"Bi-sexual?" I asked. Richard flinched.

"That's sick. There is no such thing as bi-sexual. That's just an excuse to be horny all the time." He said.

"Whatever. We all have our own opinions." I retorted.

"Fine fine. You PMSing?" Richard asked.

"No. I think I'm just getting a bit of an edge to myself with all this testosterone acting." I spoke.

"That's so wrong. Testosterone is nothing like PMS." He defended.

"Pfft. Don't get all butt hurt on me Rich. Looks like tonight's shot though...nothing and it's been a couple of hours." I said.

"I know. Do me a favor." Richard said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Go clubbing. I don't want you losing your sense self. You're a great woman with a great future ahead of her. I'd hate to see you turn into a butch ass dyke." He answered. I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks. I've just got to figure out what I'm going to do with my hair." I said, picking up a lock and sighing at the fact it wasn't long enough to work.

"Flip it to one side." Richard suggested. I smiled, and nodded in agreement.