Right, this is probably the most I've ever written in one day, I've been walking around punch druck etc etc. Anyway, more Jenny and Nick in this chapter...near the end or so, and a little miniscule bit of Abby and Connor.

'Shh…' Nick put a finger to his lips, looking at Lucy with wide eyes.

She stopped dead, listening for whatever it was he was straining to hear. She heard absolutely nothing. In the weak lights she could see ladder, stairs, chairs, cupboards, all made from wood piled ten miles high – or the ceiling at least. Lucy cast around before stepping into the storage room, a frown adorning her soft features as she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Only slight angered, she turned around to face the professor, huffy that she had no idea what he was trying to achieve by falling into a soporific silence. The finger, though, remained at his lips. Bothered, she felt her face and ears flush in annoyance. Nick poised his gun from where he stood in the doorway before he too entered the room fully and checked the surrounding area.

'What are you doing?' she glowered, irritated by his behaviour.

'Shh!' he hissed, his rough features darkening as though he was her father and she had just swore aloud.

Lucy crossed her arms, now perturbed as the gun clasped in his hands glinted in the lights, which shone down on them from high above, 'What is going on exactly?'

Nick smiled sadly, 'I'm guessing you don't carry a gun?'

She scoffed, 'I'm an actress, not a bloody operational officer for the Security Service! What do you think Mr witty?'

Nick chuckled merrily, he already found himself liking the woman immensely, the reasons why? He couldn't tell, she was so completely different and…refreshing.

-

Connor made a rather loud noise as Abby crept up the stairs. She shot him a filthy look from over her shoulder and continued, step by step, inch by inch. It would have been easier, she thought, if she didn't have Connor virtually breathing down her neck. He was still in a sulkily and filthy mood about not getting a gun, something she had begged Cutter not to do, reminiscing on the last time she had trusted him with such a weapon. It was for the best, they had both decided, that he shouldn't be able to knock anyone else unconscious…again. Grimacing with the memory – or lack thereof – she inched further upwards. It was a series of whispered curses from behind her which caught her attention, turning round to point a gun at Connor's head, she waited for him to look up and freeze.

'What's wrong?' she snapped in a hushed tone, a fiery look in her eyes.

Connor swallowed, staring down the barrel of her gun before answering, 'I tripped…hey, can we have the gun out of the Connor area?'

His massive grin was short lived, because at that point Abby punched him hard in the arm.

'Are you taking the piss?' Abby smiled as he hugged his now injured arm to his body.

'Not anymore…'

'Good, now can we get on with the job? And if you trip, slip fall down the stairs, can we keep the swearing to a minimum? And the noise? Only I'm trying to make sure neither of us gets eaten by a big, scary looking dinosaur.' Abby quizzed, looking back up the stairwell in hopes there wasn't a big, scary looking dinosaur crouching, hidden in the gloomy shade.

'Whatever you say…' Connor trailed off, rubbing his bruised arm before following her gaze, '…what's wrong?'

She snapped out of her line of thoughts, turning back to give him and so reassuring smile, 'Nothing…'

'You're thinking about Stephen aren't you?' he slowly raised a hand to her shoulder and patted her gently, 'Don't worry Abs.'

'Abby.' She muttered through gritted teeth, distancing herself from him once again by climbing numerous steps, 'And I wasn't thinking about him anyway.'

'So what were-'

'Where the god damned dinosaur is.' Abby took the safety catch off her automatic.

Connor frowned, 'We don't even know if there's one-'

'Trust me Connor, there's a dinosaur here somewhere.'

-

Lucy found Nick in the lead, holding what looked a really large PDA, which beeped frequently. Complete silence had formed between them, encompassing them in what appeared to be lost time. Here and there were screws and nails littering the paint dappled oak floorboards. She was glad she was wearing shoes, although regretting the fact that they flats. She could feel them beneath her feet. Everywhere she looked, there was something which had been made for one production or another, used only a couple of times. It was because of the saying, "you make something and you keep it, because one day another production company will need to use it" something that most theatres stuck to. It was an Aladdin's cave, cram packed with an assortment of different things. They were slowly weaving in and out of props, making their way towards one of the far corners.

'Lucy?' Nick's voice called out to her.

'Hmm?' she leant over his shoulder to look at the PDA like thing.

'How do you feel filling in several forms?'

She frowned, following his line of vision before she saw it. It took her breath away altogether. It was like shattered fragments of glass, suspended in mid air. The fractures slowly revolving around the centre, a ball of light which was as big as both of their heads put together. It was beautiful, stunningly beautiful. She walked past Nick, who watched her with curiosity in his searing eyes. Lucy reached out a hand, her fingers grazing the edge of a shard moving past her at minimal speed. She felt nothing as her fingers went through the ghost-like shrapnel; she was in wonder at such a splendid marvel. Turning back to face Nick, their eyes met.

'Is it a ghost?' she asked, inquisitiveness sparkling in her dazzling eyes.

He laughed, 'No…what makes you think that?'

She shrugged, 'I don't know…just never seen a ghost before so I thought…'

He observed her trail off, confused and amazed at the same time. Nick felt he could tell her, well, there was probably no keeping it from her. Becker and the SAS guards would take a while to reach the site and she had already witnessed the anomaly…

'It's called an anomaly.'

'Is that something to do with mathematics?' her brow creased in puzzlement.

He smiled a little, 'No, it's a…rip in time, a tear if you like.'

'Where time has been shattered?' her eyes gave way to her understanding, and he realised she was brighter then he had first given her credit for, 'Something like quantum physics?'

Nick scratched the back of his head, wondering exactly how he could explain it to her, 'Er…kind of, the gist of it? Yes…I suppose there's some of the theory of relativity involved in it as well…'

'So, if that's a rip in time then…things from the past can come through? And we can go back in time? Like time travel?' Nick was surprised at how fast she picked it up, there was, undoubtedly, a closet scientist standing in front of him.

He grinned, 'Spot on.'

'I'm guessing the gun's for dinosaurs then.'

'You guessed correct,' He pulled the safety off and looked around, 'So, how'd you feel about signing some form of the official secrets act?'

Dazed, she replied, 'Bring it on.'

It was a thump from behind them that made the duo jump. Spinning around, Nick came face to face with a dinosaur. It was barely a few feet away from them. It stood up to his stomach, the scales on its back were a mixture of black and grey, its underbelly was white with flecks of grey here and there. Around its red eyes was a steak of electric blue, which stretched from the top of its brow to its jaw line and a lump of scales on its muzzle – which looked like some form of nose – was also the same shocking blue. Nick could see the long, grasping hands with what looked like short, stumpy feathers sticking out of the elbow. Its teeth, small and yellow, yet still deadly sharp, bit into its own skin on its lower jaw. The beast lurched forwards, jaw wide and devilish eyes trained on the two humans. Nick raised his gun quickly, panic causing a sickly sinking feeling in his stomach. He fired once, the bullet penetrating the thick hide and imbedding itself into the creature's brain. He looked on, disgusted, at the blood droplets that stained him, Lucy, the floor and the walls. Lucy, with quickly short drawn breaths, swallowed, before pulling up a chair and sitting down out of pure shock.

'Ornitholestes,' Nick stated, 'a carnivore with very long, grasping hands, but small head and conical teeth. Usually feeds on smaller animals and carrion, most suited to hunting among dense vegetation. On average around two metres in length and 40 kilograms in weight. Roughly, it was on earth between 155 – 145 million years ago.'

'Why did you kill it?' she asked, catching her breath back.

Nick paused, 'I lost a member of my team about a month ago because we were faffing around with bloody tranquilisers, I can't afford to lose anyone else.'

Lucy nodded, 'Fair enough…now what?'

'We wait, until the rest of the brigade get here.' He murmured, pulling another chair up beside her and sitting down.

-

Lester wasn't amused. Nick knew he wouldn't have been, even if he had said it as sweetly as possible, or lined it with sugar.

'You told an actress what we're doing?' Lester fumed after taking Nick to one side.

'No, I told her what the anomaly was, I didn't say anything else…mainly because we were attacked by a rather hungry dinosaur, if you hadn't of noticed already,' He pointed out, 'She was showing me where she had heard something strange, I didn't expect her to witness everything.'

Lester scolded him, 'Whatever Cutter, I want her back at the ARC and another official secrets act on my desk before 11 o'clock, do you here me?'

'As clear as mud,' Lester left, bored with the conversation. Nick turned to face Jenny, her arms were crossed, and her eyebrows were raised, 'What?'

She shook her head in amusement, 'Nothing.'

'Liar.' He grinned, walking over to her.

She seemed to consider telling him before actually speaking again, 'You always have to question his authority, don't you?'

'Yep.' It was a statement, a fact, not an answer.

Jenny allowed the ghost of a smile to tug at the corner of her soft lips before shaking her head for a second time and leading him back out into the reception area. Nick had felt something change between them, instead insults and blunt comments; it was playful banter and smiles. It was like when you had just met someone you knew would become a seriously close friend. Nick ran his hand through his mussed and tousled hair, falling in behind the woman he supposed he could now call a "friend." He smiled lightly, it felt good, nice, to know that they would have anymore grim confrontations or conflicts. He searched his memories for an answer of how and why she had let down her guard, permitting him in. Nick took a stabbing guess – as wild as it was – that it was because he had stopped acting like an intolerable prick towards her.

'Where's Lucy?' he asked Jenny when they reached the front doors, the stinging cold hitting them suddenly when they were opened. She caught her breath, looking him in the eyes.

'Um, Connor managed to persuade her into one of the cars,' Jenny looked further down the road where a line of cars were parked, around ten SAS guards were packing away equipment in the darkness, 'Looks like we're sharing a car then.'

To her surprise, Nick grinned instead of making a face. Climbing into his car and slamming the doors behind them, Nick kicked the car into action and followed the rest of the task force in front as they too pulled out. He sighed, 'It's going to be one of those nights again.'

-

Lucy felt uncomfortable with the amount of eyes watching her write. Her wrist was beginning to cease up, it clicked with every supple movement she made. Pen on paper, she read through, and then signed her name for the last time.

'Well, now that's done, we can all go home.' Lester gave her a genuine smile, although it was more out of relief then anything else.

'Good, I'm knackered,' Lucy yawned, then realised something which made her curse inside, 'damn, I left my car back at the theatre.'

'It's alright; I'll give you a lift if you want.' Nick said, observing Lester's vast relief with hilarity.

'If it's no problem for you?'

'Nah, it's fine.' He grinned, holding out a hand to pull her from her chair and to her feet.

I have written two chapters in one day (because I was ill) and I'll UD when I can, same goes for Back Up...

Please review, I know you're reading this, there's no hiding from me (muhahahaha) (chokes) anyway...

GPR