Hello everybody! Yes, another birthday fic! Today it's for Stephanieella96 :D I hope you had/have a fabulous day!

Stephanie rounded the corner into the darkened alleyway, her eyes peeled and her ears alert for any sign of unnatural life. Now, she was running on pure adrenaline, the coffee buzz had worn off about an hour ago, as had the thrill of the chase. Except for every now and again, when she'd come across a terrified tourist or a mauled bird and her heart would be in her mouth once more.

"Oi, kid. Visual on Parkinson's Ave." a scratchy message came through her earpiece.

"Cheers...sir." Stephanie glanced at the road sign; she was a block away from the alleged sighting and could easily be there in a matter of minutes. But I could risk the creature hearing me. Charging her EMD, she took off in the direction of the animal. Probably not the best choice, she mused, but hey! everyone at the ARC made rash decisions for a chase.

The utahraptor's head shot up at the gentle scuffle of a mouse running from one rubbish pile to another. Its green eyes focused on the heap on the heap of foul-smelling stuff, before plunging headfirst into it, opening up the heart of the mouse burrow. Rodents scattered everywhere.

One squelched under Stephanie's boot; offal flying everywhere. She flinched as the raptor looked at her up and down, judging if she was worth chasing or not, choosing the former.

Oh shit.

Mice were still running everywhere, there was no-where to run without killing large numbers of them; the scent of the blood would trigger the dinosaur into hunting. As if attacking wasn't bad enough. In panic, Stephanie shot the creature multiple times; yet the creature was unfazed by the shocks and launched itself at her.

She ran back the way she came, crushing several small bodies underfoot, relaxing and laughing at her situation. A dinosaur from 124 million years ago was chasing her down the middle of 21st century London and she was fretting about getting mouse blood out of her clothes.

"DUCK!" Becker intercepted her path clutching a larger EMD pointed in a kill shot. Stephanie flung herself to the right, faceplanting into rough tarmac as the utahraptor fell, unconscious. As Becker helped her up, she noticed him give her a friendly smile, a welcome-to-the-crew-we-have-jackets smile.