IMPORTANT! I wrote this story before the movie Jurassic World came out, therefore, most things will be made up (also, I translated it roughly the same time, so my English is not very good here). I only knew there will be Owen and Claire (I made her doctor here) and the others are my own. The most important among them is OC Jenna Degler and later Ty (Gray). I like Ty Simpkins but I had no idea what his character will be, so I made him Owen's little brother named Ty. There are some other made up characters as Sorkin or Pierce, but they are not important, they just represent the rest of employees and I needed them for more complexity.

Also, my park will work differently, less modern (little more like in Jurassic Park), no cell phones are working properly, staff uses SUVs and jeeps... In sum, this is just my and my friends imagination, because she wanted this as her birthday present (she totally loves Chris Pratt). So just enjoy "this has something in common with Jurassic whatever but is not exactly the same".

"Where's Grady? Does anyone here know where is Dr. Grady?! And why he doesn't answer?! This guy is a disaster!" Dr. Dearing shouted and looked around her colleagues in the Center for Research in the park Jurassic World, which was reopened and fully functional with new attractions, new dinosaurs, and new procedures at the Costa Rican island Nublar twenty years after the InGen fiasco. She just tried to contact Owen Grady, a scientist conducting behavioral research of Velociraptors, but to her anger by very peculiar way, and she couldn't deal with it. And not responding in general simply belonged to one of his habits, because she knew very well that his radio (communication through cell phones wasn't reliably functional on this tropical island yet) was not broken, but forgotten or unnoticed.

But no one responded to her cursing, and even if someone knew something, they would probably not want to draw attention to themselves. If she needed to speak to Dr. Grady, the poor chosen one of them would have to go to get him, and it had never been enjoyable for anyone due to the... circumstances. Another of Owen's incomprehensible conditions.
"I don't have time to look for him for like an hour and still be ignored. I really don't need it! I just ran out of patience, from now on I give my hands off!" she threw her radio on the table.
"But we need to stay in touch with him, he doesn't come into the main buildings exactly too often," Sorkin, one of the assistants specialized in animal monitoring or safety, reminded her. Sorkin's specialization was the first one. Beyond them and maintenance, there were mainly caretakers specialized for each species.
"Okay, but I've got really enough," she returned Sorkin's glance and looked over the others. "Miss Degler," then she turned to the youngest woman in the main room of the Center.

"Doc?"
"You are in charge now."
"...I am in charge of communication with Dr. Grady? And like... how? " she looked at her a little frightened. She heard all sorts of things about this eccentric man - starting with the fact that he lived in a cabin in the middle of the island and ending with trips among raptors. She also saw him two or three times from a distance, but that didn't help her make a better picture.
"If we need him, you call him," Dearing said as if it was obvious.
"But he is not responding now?" Jenna Degler suggested a question.
"So you have to go and get him!"
"How?" even though she already knew the answer.
"Go for him," Sorkin added the instruction a little much gleefully.
"But..." Jenna immediately tried to protest. She was able to find out where exactly that cabin stood and how to get there, but she didn't want to try at all. But Dr. Dearing didn't let her say anything and dissolved this meeting until Owen appears.

Jenna was quietly raging.
Of course, she tried to protest and soften Sorkin at least, but she only got the reply that if she didn't like her job, she might go. Which irritated her even more. Everyone here knew that she wasn't an employee, but that a hotel apartment was only released for her and work alongside Dr. Dearing was allowed to her as a practical part of her doctoral thesis, and therefore, other employees were downgrading her as an ordinary student or assistant. But she had most of the studies already done. She mastered the whole paleontology. Even field trips with famous Alan Grant, the former partner of her mother, with whom she broke up when Jenna was five and who was on Isla Nublar during the first attempt to build a Jurassic Park. And also, just out of curiosity, she looked into the publications of mathematician Ian Malcolm, who was engaged in the genetic experiments with dinosaurs since the double adventure on Costa Rican islands.
She managed this all thanks to the significant help of her family - mother Ellie and stepfather Mark Degler, and now she only needed to complete her research, get her title, and finally be free to decide where to aim. Whether to stay here or go back to Academic ground alongside her friends. But instead, she suddenly had to become a nanny for a man with a reputation of a cave barbarian.

Therefore, she briskly returned to her rented apartment, one of several designed for scientists long-term residences, slightly bigger than the guest rooms in the hotel and differently furnished, and opened her closet.
Sorkin had left to her the location of Grady's dwelling just before his departure, she entered it into her GPS and so found out that he wasn't living in the center of the island, but surprisingly on the coast. According to the plan of the park, right next to the Velociraptor's paddock. Still, it undoubtedly meant an overgrown patch on a cliff and journey through the bushy jungle.
She hated things like that. She had never much liked stays in nature, she had not belonged to the Scouts or other similar camps, all her life had been in the city. The only thing she could bear, used to be staying at the excavations. Mainly because she used to be there with Alan, who brought her to prehistoric life as a small child, and even though their family completely fell apart, they used to spend time together. In addition, there had never been forests and nature in the true sense of these words. But here, yes, there were not only forests here, but virgin forests, rivers, vines, tall grass, overgrown old InGen buildings - left somewhere as a shelter for wildlife - insects, animals cry, mud, stones and even electric fences made no difference.

Therefore, she'd never think that she was going to wear long pants tucked into high solid boots with neoprene coating. Even the subject of her research was chosen not to need to get closer to it! Bones examining had never bothered her and smooth transfer to the mosasaur biology and researching the effect of artificial breeding on their presumed evolution didn't mean much, because no one chased her into the ocean. And although she officially worked as an assistant for the animal care of the General Manager Dearing, she might not get too close to the animals. Maybe when some of them were anesthetized and no longer dangerous.
She was quite scared and annoyed that now she had to go through the jungle and poisonous animals as snakes, rodents, and birds with no park supervision, because they were living here before new dinosaurs came, and looke for crazy Owen Grady. And above that, she guessed that no proper way led to his cabin as he was riding only a motorcycle!
But then she thought of something worse. What if he wouldn't be in his cabin? She had to get him. And he studied the only species that was not part of the exhibition yet - Velociraptors. She had no idea what exactly he studied. Perhaps she didn't want to know, but what if she would have to hunt him around their paddock? She wouldn't go inside for anything. And who knows where his platform for their observations was.

And even if she would find him in the cabin, she imagined overgrown shed under the trees, where tons of snakes were waiting to fall on her shoulders and tons of mosquitoes to attack her eyes. Therefore, she frantically turned her suitcase upside down to find sunglasses, the bigger one, hiding more than a half of her face, and baseball cap that she usually never wore. Then she looked in the mirror and critically eyed her uncomfortable terrain jacket bulging her chest. She turned around, hair pinned back into a ponytail tucked under the collar, and wondered if it would be enough.

And just when she decided that it would be, she hesitated, grabbed two elastic bands, tightened her sleeves with them (ticks had to find the island a paradise and who knows what she would make her way through), and reached for her strong taser, which she wore on the rare expeditions for animals, because she held not really a hundred percent confidence in sedatives and also had an experience that small procompsognathus had no problem with getting almost anywhere. And although the visitors considered them cute and they didn't dare to bother the expeditions, she was not going to see some of them to jump and bite her. Then she came out, got into one of the company jeeps and headed away led by a small red dot on the electronic map.