A/N: So I did it, I decided to start a full on Chapter fic. Should hopefully stay on top of this one, and I will get around to updating my Star Trek fanfic series soon! First off I should mention a few things. If you haven't read my Jurassic World one-shot "After the Chaos", I'd recommend reading that before this to get a sense of things. This fic is set some time after the events of Jurassic World and that one-shot! So beware spoilers! Oh and see if you can catch the nod to the original Jurassic Park in this chapter ;) Hope you enjoy guys! And apologies for any grammar/spelling errors I might have missed, it unfortunately happens (especially when you are writing late at night).

Chapter 1

Firm footsteps hit the floor, echoing off the sterile and white corridor. Not running, but at a pace that meant she had a purpose, a reason. Red locks rested on her white lab coat, her green eyes fixed ahead.

It was time.

She knew logically she should have stayed, gathered more data. But her heart, her heart could no longer take the strain. Walking at a steady speed, she drifted down the corridor. Her exterior was calm and reserved, blending in with the other lab coat personnel that moved past her. However, her interior was racing at what she was about to do. This could do more than just place her in an unfortunate situation. This action could change her life, either for the better or make it that much worse. One thing she knew for sure… he was going to kill her when he found out. Her thoughts and concerns soon changed as she spotted her target. A sealed large metal door stood in front of her. It looked out of place against the white setting, looking more like it belonged in a bank vault. Her eyes moved across looking at the two guards stood either side of the door. They stood six-foot a piece and looked dead-ahead almost in a robotic fashion. She gulped.

The guards looked, recognising her instantly.

"Dr Hammond," the one on the left greeted, "Here to run more tests?"

"Don't you know it," she replied with a smile. She approached the door, pulling out her ID card to show the guards.

"They've got you working twenty four-seven here, Miss. This is the third time you stopped by today," the other guard added with the same kindness.

She pulled a quick laugh, "Well I guess it's a good job I live for my work isn't it?"

The men chuckled. The pleasantries were soon over as the men checked the ID before unlocking the door. The bolts shifted open with a loud squeak, before she slipped inside. The door quickly fell back into place, locking her inside. Her smile quickly disappeared.

The room was eerily dark lit, looking more like a mad-scientist's hideout than a fully functioning lab. Lab work benches lined the wall to her left, to her right lay stacks of food supplies in the large quantity variety. Something that reminded her of the food store room back at the paddock. Granted, their collection was more of the dead animal variety than sacks of vegetables and greenery. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the back of the room where a large cage sat. Inside the only thing that was visible from this distance was a large shadow. Sure not as large as a T-Rex, but more the size of a young horse. She approached gently and slowly, reaching the bars and resting her hands on them. Whispering gently, she communicated with the curled up shadow on the floor.

"Hey you," she spoke softly. Despite her softness, the noise startled the shadow. It instantly leapt up, spinning around. Not even bothering to linger it's gaze on her for long, it sunk back into the shadows of the cage in fear.

She felt her heart break, providing her with a gut-punching reminder as to why she was doing this. Reaching her hand out through the bars, she called out to the shadow gently once more.

"Shhh, it's okay Rex. It's okay, it's only me promise."

The shadow looked at her, finally seeing past the terrorising lab coat to see the person in it. It sparked up, slowly moving towards her, out of the shadow and into the light.

"That's it. That's a good boy."

Once in the light, the shadows disappeared revealing the creature inside. It stood at the height of a young horse, scales lined his features, horns planted round his crown. Small fins spread out from either side of his back. Despite what might be considered a slightly menacing appearance for the young dinosaur, his was far from it. Back for her days of burying her head in dinosaur trivia, she knew the dinosaur to be a Dracorex, a dinosaur belonging to the Herbivore family. Its beady eyes trained on her, relaxing instantly once it saw her features. Moving slowly but swiftly towards her, he stopped once he reached her hand. Affectionately, he nuzzled his head into her outstretched palm with a small chirp. She couldn't help but smile as she stoked his muzzle in return.

That small embrace reassured her she was doing the right thing. Rex, as she had affectionately named him, couldn't stay here. He deserved better… not… not this. It was time to get him out. Moving her hand back slowly, she addressed him once more.

"Let's say we get you out of here, huh?"

Rex's attention was caught as he watched her curiously. Taking a deep breath, she set to work. Reaching the panel, she punched in the necessary overrides on the panel. The doors to the cage slid open slowly with echoing noise. She hoped the guards wouldn't get too curious. Once the doors were open, she moved in front of them. Her hands ushered gently, but hastily.

"C'mon Rex, this way."

Rex blinked at her, a little confused before swiftly obeying. She smiled, glad she had a taught him basic communication in their sessions alone. Rex nuzzled his head towards her. He clearly seemed grateful to be out of that cage. She stoked his head gently, "Alright boy, you can thank me later okay? We still need to get you out of here."

Moving away from Rex, she walked back the way she had come. Rex followed her curiously, not wavering to leave her side. Stopping in front of the food storage, her eyes searched for what she needed. Bingo. A large cart sat in the centre, a few bags of food sat on top. Walking over, she bent down picking up the bags and moving them off the cart. Once the food was gone, she pulled the cart out wheeling it over to Rex.

"Okay, you remember how this goes right?" she addressed Rex as she stopped in front of him with the cart. He blinked at her in response.

"On the cart then Rex," she pointed from Rex to the cart. "Lying down okay?" she made a gesture, indicating herself resting her head on her arms, almost resting for a nap.

It took a couple of gestures, before Rex seemed to understand. Moving down, he curled up onto the cart in a ball of adorableness. Her heart melted again watching him, watching his innocent features looking up at her. Looking over, she pulled a large white sheet from the side. Looking to Rex, she smiled at him.

"Time to be quiet now boy," she raised a finger to her lips. Rex blinked at her affectionately again. She hoped he understood as she took the sheet and laid it over the top of Rex, concealing him. She then looked to the door. It was time to really put this plan into motion.

A finger drifted over the small phone screen. Firstly resting on the emails icon, he clicked it before hitting refresh. Nothing. No new emails. Next he moved to texts, scrolling down. No new texts either. Finally he checked the call list. No missed calls. Nothing… again!

Owen Grady let out a small hiss of frustration as his brow furrowed. He crashed down onto his sofa, lying on his back. He stared intently up at the ceiling. Damn it was dusty up there. A lot of cobwebs littered the place, which probably meant there were some small little critters living in his place. Claire would 'love' that. He took another look at his phone, the screensaver flashed in front of him. It had been taken about a month after the I-Rex incident, Max had insisted. It was her way of insisting they were a team, a team venturing out to clear up what was left of Jurassic World. Claire had found the idea of taking a photo during the working environment a little ridiculous, but it was hard not to get caught up in Max's excitement. Owen was in the centre, with Claire on his left and Max on his right. Max had been the one taking the picture, she loved playing the amateur photographer. The three of them were pressed together, arms wrapped round each other and smiles on their faces. Despite their endeavours, they looked happy and at peace.

Owen personally loved the picture, his two favourite girls in the world either side of him, happy. His heart sunk. Max, his kid sister hadn't contacted him for two days. He tried calling her, but it went straight to voice-mail every time. It wasn't like Max, she always got back in touch or at least dropped a text if she was busy. Claire told him he was being ridiculous, that there was no need to worry. But Owen knew something was wrong. The two siblings were close, they spoke every day or at least sent a message. When they were all the family each other had, it was hard not to stay firmly attached. Something was really up, and the thought as to what it was scared Owen.

"What's going on Max? Just talk to me," Owen grumbled as he stared at the phone. As if by response, the phone began to buzz. Owen's heart raced, Max finally! She was…

Owen's heart guilty sank as he registered the caller. It wasn't Max… Instead Claire's beautiful features appeared on his screen. Shaking his head, he pulled himself up into a sitting position, hitting the answer button.

"Claire," he tried to sound as enthusiast as possible at the sound of his girlfriend on the other end.

"Hi Owen," Claire's voice greeted happily from the other end of the phone. She paused for a moment, "So are you ready?"

Owen blinked in confusion, "Ready?"

"For dinner tonight at six," Claire replied as calmly as possible, clearly sensing Owen's confusion.

"Dinner… right! Of course!"

Claire sighed, "You forgot didn't you?"

"No of course not… how could I forget about having dinner with my beautiful girlfriend!"

"Owen compliments aren't going to help your case… be honest, did you forget?"

Owen rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, "Okay… it might have slipped my mind."

Claire sighed again, "Is this because of Max?"

"What? No!"

"Owen!"

"Possibly..." Owen grumbled, "Are you mad?"

Claire's voice lowered and spoke softly, "No Owen, its fine I get it. I really do. You're just worried about her, but don't you think you're overreacting?"

"Overreacting? The last time something like this happened, she had been thrown in jail over false vandalism charges. I'm not overreacting!"

"Okay, okay. But come on. She's a big girl Owen, I get you like to play the protective brother game. But she can handle herself Owen, I'm sure she's fine."

Owen pinched his brow, Claire was probably right. Max was fine, there was no need to worry. Somehow he wasn't entirely convinced. His mind couldn't help but still remain anxious.

"Owen? You still there?" Claire's voice broke his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm still here…"

"Try not to worry okay. I'm sure she'll get in touch soon."

"Yeah you're right."

"Okay, good. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright, see you later." And with that Owen ended the call. He sighed. Despite Claire's reassurances, his gut instinct cried out to him. Max was out there and somehow he knew she was in trouble.

"Hey stop!"

The red-head didn't listen as she pushed the cart at full force, racing down the corridor. Rex chirped in panic underneath. Behind footsteps and shouts echoed after her. She had been spotted, they were onto her scheme. No more sneaking around now, it was a flat out run for the exit.

"Hold on Rex!" she shouted as she charged the cart through the double doors in front of her. The doors slammed open, leading out into the car park. She continued pushing the cart in front, making for one of the large vans. She stopped at the backdoors, throwing them open. Pulling the sheet off Rex, she gazed at him in a panic.

"Quickly Rex! Into the van!" she cried out, pointing at the van. Rex looked at her chirping in fear as he looked round to the noises behind.

"Rex!" she grabbed his attention, "Rex! Come on! We have to go!"

Rex looked back to her, then nodded before bounding up into the van. Once he was inside, she closed the doors then sprinted to driver's door. She pulled it open, jumping up in the driver's side. She was about to close the door, when she froze.

"Freeze, don't move."

Peering off to her side, her eyes fell on him. A lone security guard stood there, a gun in hand trained on her. She gulped. Crap.

"Out the van now!" he ordered, gun still trained heavy on her.

She watched him for a moment, before moving her hidden arm across to the passenger seat. An empty pizza box sat there, clearly this slobs didn't know how to tidy up after themselves. She internally chuckled, reminding her of someone. Her hands clutched the box, her gaze still trained on the man. Taking a deep breath, she reacted. Throwing the box, she caught the guard square in the face. Taking her chance, she slammed the door shut and hit the engine into ignition. Her foot collided with the accelerator as the van roared out the car park. Shouts and gunfire didn't slow her down as she zoomed ahead. She gritted her teeth bracing herself as she swerved to avoid obstacles. A glimmer of hope appeared in front. The barrier exit, the barrier was down and she knew this crazy ride was about get even bumpier.

"Rex! Hold on pal!" she called out to the back of the van. Rex chirped back in response. Her foot pressed down on the accelerator with more pressure. The van crashed through, splinting it to pieces. She raced round, pulling into the road and zoomed away from the facility.

Her foot didn't pull back from the accelerator until she was sure they were out of danger. Slipping off the lab coat, she threw it into the passenger seat. A smirk lit up her lips. She pulled off the red-locked wig revealing the long brown locks that could only belong to Maxine Grady. Max turned behind her, pulling back the grate.

"You okay back there Rex?"

Rex blinked at her, he seemed a lot calmer now they were on a steadier journey.

"Don't worry buddy, we're safe now," Max smiled happily. She turned back to the open road. It was on the home stretch now, which meant a phone call awaited her. Owen was going to kill her…