Paroxyism (Leon Kennedy X Reader)

Report 2

"What?" You asked in shock. "Sir, may I ask why I need to go there? A city that's three and a half hours away, need I remind you?"

You let out a huff in exasperation and leaned forward in the chair.

"I'm fully aware (L/N)," he paused for a moment before looking away from his papers. "We stopped receiving transmissions from the police force there six days ago. Nothing has been heard since then."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, you shut your mouth. You leaned back. Lieutenant McCord studied your actions before he interlocked his hands.

"Why am I going then? Why not Officer Smith? He's been itching to leave his computer," You state as you raised an eyebrow. It felt weird to refer to your best friend by his last name. You internally shuddered at it.

"As much as he wants to leave, he can't. There has been a recent surge in crime, and we need all officers on hand for unforeseen emergencies. You are the only one who is available for this. We just need to check up on them. Worst case scenario is that all of their power is out."

Your eyes fell to floor. Great. Now you're an errand boy for the state government. Your hands tightened on the ends of the chair's arms. You didn't sign up for this.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," you replied.

"Good. Finish your work for today. You are to leave at 0800 hours tomorrow. Once there, report to Chief Irons or Lieutenant Branagh. You are dismissed."

McCord returned to his work immediately. You slowly loosened your grip and stood up. Opening the door, you passed through into the hallway. Letting out a breath of air you were holding, you shut the entrance to the Lieutenant's office. You shuffled back towards the end of the building. Soon enough, you walked pass a familiar work station. As you continued by, you heard the rustle of clothes and movement of a squeaky chair. Stopping, you saw Kyle standing behind you with a concerned look.

"How did it go?" He asked.

You simply gave him a glance in response. This was enough of a reaction to back off.

"I'll talk about it after we're off the clock," you told him, and he nodded his head. "Also, push up your glasses. They're about to fall off your face."

You heard him mutter a thank you as you continued to walk towards the forensics lab. Once in, you dragged a nearby chair to the small desk in the large room. Flicking on the small lamp next to you, you sat down and grabbed blank forensic papers. You grabbed a pen and began to fill it out. Victim's name? Alex Meredith. Age? 27. Sex? Male. Cause of death? Blood loss and shock. This process continued on for a while. Unbeknownst to you, the room slowly got darker as the sun sank below the horizon. Senior scientists would walk in and out of the doors.

Finally glancing at the clock, it read 8:31. Your stomach let out a rumble in protest of your work. Quickly, you finished the conclusion and looked away from the paper. Your shift had ended at 8. Shuffling the papers together, you rolled over to your boss' desk and set the stack down. You stood up and gave your chair a gently shove. Zipping up your (F/C) hoodie, you paced towards the front door. You gave the officer at receptionist desk a wave. As you walked towards your car, you spotted a figure sitting on the hood of your woody.

"Hello stranger," you joked as you came closer to Kyle. "Scoot."

"Ready to talk?" He asked, one arm on his knee.

"I'm going to Raccoon City tomorrow."

"Seriously?!" He blurted and threw his hands dramatically into the air. Your best friend laid back on the windshield. His arms thrusted out like a starfish's. You tilted your head towards him.