Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval-ITV does.
Author's note: Any comments are greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism would be lovely.
Nick Cutter's office was a mess of unorganised paperwork and empty coffee cups. In a tank near the wall, an ancient sea creature swam slowly. Nearer the centre of the room, a desk corner poked out from a pile of paper. A closer look revealed that there were two people sitting at the desk, both asleep with open books or maps in their hands. The tallest of the pair was Stephen Hart, and had chosen a rather precarious spot to take a nap. He was sitting on the edge of a chair, with his right arm stretched in front of him and his left trailing over the side of the desk. Nick Cutter was barely any better, slumped forward and nearly falling out of his own chair. His head rested scarcely an inch away from Stephen's, each of his breaths making strands of their hair move backwards and forwards.
The quiet was never to last though. Nick and Stephen were woken when Abby burst through the door into the office. "Connor thinks he's found another anomaly," she said, by way of explanation.
"Hold on," Nick was still half asleep, and he'd have preferred to start his day a little more sedately, so it took a while for the information to sink in. "Tell me he didn't go looking for it," he groaned, a hand to his head, fingers raking distractedly through sleep tousled hair.
After ten seconds without an answer, Nick hauled himself to his feet. "The silence says it all," he sighed. Grabbing his coat, he strode towards the door. "Where is he then?"
Half an hour later, and the jeep was pulling into the side of the road in some local woodland. There was no sign of Connor in the area, and they would have to continue the search on foot. "Did he say why exactly he decided to go looking for it on his own?" Nick wasn't really a morning person, and being dragged away without even a cup of coffee hadn't improved his mood. "Does he not even remember the last time?"
"That was a rhetorical question right?" Abby whispered to Stephen, and he grinned.
"You can answer." He shook his head, still grinning, "if you dare!"
Nick was still grumbling, mostly to himself, when Abby's phone started ringing. She fished it out of her pocket and answered. What she heard made the colour drain from her face. Shaking, she switched it to speakerphone.
The sound of branches snapping, thuds and crashes echoing. Worst of all, Connors voice. Screaming. "Help! Please, somebody? Anybody! Help!" The sound cut out and the phone lost connection.
"Connor!" Abby cried, and was about to race off, not even knowing which way to go.
"Wait," Stephen held up a hand. "I think I can hear something over in that direction." Turning to the left, he ran off deeper into the wood, calling for the others to follow. It wasn't long before they found what they were looking for. Abby would never forget what she saw next, and was sure it would stay in her nightmares for years to come.