Hello. Gosh, I can barely believe it has been a week since I last updated, but anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. At any time or any place.

"Hurry!" urged Jess as she strained at the seat belt. She'd been persuaded not to drive, even though she assured both her flatmates that she could keep her cool to do so, but this just made her the worst backseat driver possible. Abby ignored her though as she dutifully pulled up to the junction and waited.

"Jess, come on. It's hardly the first time Becker has been surprised by a dinosaur and he's managed to keep his cool in the past."

The blond concentrated on keeping Jess calm, a distraction to mask her own fears; this sort of thing may have happened before, but that didn't make it any less dangerous. Connor seemed to sense her worry though and gently leaned across the squeeze her arm. She smiled at the gesture.

Becker took a step back as the creature snarled, saliva dripping off its front teeth. It couldn't fit through the door, he knew, but it came far enough to reach the other side of the bathroom. Daniel was pressing himself into the far wall, shivering.

Becker took another step and came up against the basin. He reached behind him and grabbed the first thing that came to hand. Hurling the soap dish, it clattered off the dinosaur's face, breaking in two. It flinched, but then lunged. Becker feinted to the right, feeling the jaw brush past his sleeve.

He grabbed another object. Deodorant. Whipping off the lid, he targeted the eyes of the beast, holding and holding until the air was thick with the smell and a cloud ballooned up, fogging up every surface. Daniel found himself caught in a coughing fit, but the dinosaur suffered worse. Blinded, it crashed against the door frame, almost ripping it from the wall. Its pain was clear.

Becker grabbed at other bottles. The shampoo was next, coating the face of the creature. Then, shaving foam, shower gel and the aftershave his mother had bought him the previous Christmas. By the end, the dinosaur looked as if it had been given a makeover by a toddler, product dripping all over the floor making it slick.

It shook its head, dislodging a large amount of the liquids and roared so loudly that Becker couldn't hear properly once it had finished. Instead, he just watched as the creature drew back and lunged once more.

It then jolted several times and began to waver. Blinking slowly, it lost interest in the two men, pulling back. A few more jolts and it toppled over. Becker took a couple of seconds to catch his breath before he gingerly moved forward, peering over the top of the fallen creature.

Matt climbed the final couple of stairs and grinned as he saw the Captain, while bewildered, was physically OK. He lowered his EMD, satisfied the creature was unconscious.

"You didn't answer your doorbell," he complained. Becker sighed and shook his head. "Who's this?" Matt nodded toward Daniel who hadn't moved from his place in the bath.

"This... is Daniel. He came to look around the room," explained Becker, looking around at the quivering man. He extended a hand, which Daniel ignored as he climbed out.

"What... What... What..." he stuttered.

"Escaped... zoo animal," suggested Matt.

"Do I look stupid?" snapped Daniel, his daze broken by his anger. "That... thing isn't from any zoo on this Earth! And you!" He turned to Becker. "This is what you deal with! I..." He shook his head. "I'm leaving."

He grabbed his bag and pushed past the two men, keeping as much distance as he could form the dinosaur. Matt went to stop him, but Becker prevented him; it was hardly as if Daniel was about to listen to reason or a cover story right now. It was also unlikely he'd take the room.

"Becker!" came a shrill cry and Becker saw Jess, Abby and Connor appear at the door. "What's happened? Are you OK? Is anyone hurt?" Jess' questions came in a long stream and, just for a second, Becker allowed himself to smile slightly at the young woman's babbling. He quickly caught himself though. He wasn't getting involved. And he would remind himself of that fact every time he thought of her.

"They deal with dinosaurs. You wanted him dead, I thought that would be a good way to..."

"There was no anomaly. Have you considered the fact that a rather large Sarcosaurus simply appearing may seem slightly innocuous?" The older man huffed. "It didn't even work."

The two men stood behind the giant cooling tank, the dusk light casting their shadows high onto the metals. They kept their voices low, though neither were too concerned with hiding their presence. They did have, after all, every right to be there.

"I'll try something else. Maybe poison..."

"No."

"But..."

The older man rounded upon the younger. "Captain Becker is a strong, healthy man. If he drops down dead, there'll be questions, tests. I do not need a murder investigation sniffing around our work. Now you will get rid of him, subtly, discreetly and in a way that no-one will think twice about. Is that understood?"

The younger man nodded, disgruntled, before the two parted.

"Well, this is a bit of a mess," commented Lester as he sat, slumping, behind his desk. "You know I do have better things to do over a weekend than come to work." He glanced between Matt and Becker, the former who stood his ground, while the latter gave off an air of faint embarrassment. "Now, can anyone explain to me why we didn't detect that anomaly?"

"There wasn't one," replied Matt. Lester raised his eyebrow. "That dinosaur appeared outside Becker's house; it's the kind of coincidence you can't ignore."

"So you're saying it's likely to be linked to Lawrence and Henry? Oh, on that note, we discovered Lawrence's phone number at Henry's house by his telephone. Freshly used."

Matt thought for a second before replying. "It would appear Lawrence alerted Henry of the opportunity."

"It would make sense. Lawrence was obviously ordered to steal those codes, but I assume he'd want to make as much money out of this as possible," suggested Becker.

"So he contacts Henry, let's him know of a target and takes a cut," realised Lester. "But why break in here? And badly at that. Pretty sure Rex could get round this place with more stealth than that."

There was silence as the three men mulled the question over. It was late evening now and the ARC was almost empty, except for those on security shift, Malcolm and Jess, Abby and Connor, who were settling in the new member of the menagerie.

"Maybe..." said Matt eventually. "Maybe because he didn't know what to expect." The others looked at him puzzled. "Ok, so he steals the codes to order. That shows that this place is important in some way and has something. Something valuable. So he takes his chances, breaks in. Suddenly finds himself against our security staff on high alert, far more than he bargained for."

"Our security staff and a clipboard," mused Lester. "Well, that would stop any burglary."

"But that still leaves the main perpetrator out there," Becker pointed out. "I'll step up our security."

Matt nodded. "Meanwhile, be careful. It would seem someone is out to get you."

It took Becker two weeks to sort his house out. The front and bathroom door, the carpet up the stairs and several tables had to be replaced, as well as a severe scrub of the bathroom to avoid any prehistoric illnesses lurking around.

In that time, Becker stayed with hostel about half a mile from where he lived, refusing invitation from Abby, Connor, Jess and even Lester. Matt made his excuse about having a relative over and it would be rather awkward, which was surprising as Becker had never heard him mention any family previously.

The problem was he couldn't face sharing space with Jess and, rather than say it, he rejected everyone unanimously. He regretted the way he'd done things; it was clear she was hurt by it, despite the brave face she enacted, but now it was clear someone was after him, he had no wish to drag her into it. For now, he'd use that excuse.

It also gave him a break from trying to find a flatmate. The release from this pressure was immense and he began to wonder if it was such a good idea to have some there, but he knew he couldn't afford the rent that way.

Two weeks went by and, with the house in order, he put out another advertisement through a letting agency. It was more expensive, but at least he knew that letting agency wouldn't let anybody view their records and he would, just once, get someone who actually needed somewhere to live.

Another week and two anomalies went by. Then one Friday afternoon, the call came.

Jason moved in within week. He seemed normal enough, well-built and muscular, but he'd joined Becker for a morning jog and the pair gelled fairly easily, Becker mild manner matching Jason's more passionate nature.

Another week later, he was still there.

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