Author's Note: This Chapter is about Jess's past and how she came to work at the ARC in the first place. It also explains a little bit of why Mr Parker is so protective of her.

I'm afraid this is also one of the reasons I almost stopped this Story all together and didn't update for ages. But you guys are the reason I kept going.

On a lighter note I've seen that not that long ago it was someone's birthday. So I hope you had a nice birthday Mijo54, sorry to not have said happy-birthday on the day itself!

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or any films/books/songs that are featured in my books.

Rating: T for mild swearing.

Crazy Wedding

Chapter 11 – The Story of Jess Parker:

"So…they seemed to get along." Jess said sarcastically, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows as she and Becker entered their Hotel Room that evening. Her fiancé gave her a very dark look.

"I don't even know how that happened, Jessica. One second everything was fine and the next they were shouting at each other!" He said, exasperatedly. He ran his fingers through his hair and added rather embarrassedly; "I guess my Mam got the wrong idea when your Mam mentioned our large family. Sorry."

Jess sighed and went and sat down on the large King-sized bed.

"It's not her fault. It was my Dad who started it and we both know it. If he hadn't acted so rudely I guess your Mum wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea in the first place. And it doesn't help that both our Mothers are extremely tough old cookies." She said thoughtfully. "Ya know, Dad's been acting weirder since the day before yesterday. I wonder what's up with him."

"Maybe he's still hung-over?" Becker offered with an innocent smile. She laughed and beamed up at him. But instead of the cheeky boyish grin she was normally awarded with when he made her laugh, he was looking at her with a very thoughtful and serious expression.

"What is it?" She asked, as he walked across the room and sat down on the bed beside her. He didn't reply, instead he was quiet; obviously trying to found the right words to use.

"Remember a couple of days ago; the day after you're Dad got really drunk." He began slowly.

"Yeah. Why?" Jess prompted, looking at him curiously.

"Well you told me about you're Uncle Tim. And, I was just wondering…why isn't he coming to the Wedding?" Becker asked, scanning her face for her reaction. She was silent and stared down at her hands. She looked up and met his eyes.

"During Christmas you told me something very personal about how your family were nearly dragged into your job. Well, I've got a story of my own. I haven't told you the complete truth." Jess said finally, sounding quiet and almost sad.

"You know I would never judge you, Jess. You've never done that to me, so I've got no right too. I love you." He said, brushing her cheek with his hand and kissing her forehead. Jess smiled and snuggled into him.

"It's a long story…"

##18th July 2007 – London##

At 17 years old, Jess Parker was a very intelligent girl. And come September she would be finishing the last year of University Education, despite her age. She was a Computer Genius to say the least.

Jess sat in her room, her dainty fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop. She wore a navy blue skirt that came just below mid-thigh, a pink button-up blouse and a thick navy blue hair band in her hair. A pair of pink platform shoes with black bows on the toes.

There was a knocking on her door.

"Come in." She called, spinning around in her large pink swivel chair to face the door. It opened and a small, rather plump man with almost blond-brown hair and blue eyes stepped in. He was wearing a suit and smiling at Jess fondly.

"Hey Jessie, I've got to go to the Zoo." He said.

"The Zoo? I thought it was you're day off?" Jess asked her Uncle curiously.

"It was. But one of the Lions has gone missing." Tim explained her.

"A Lion went missing? Hang on a second, this sounds familiar." Becker suddenly interrupted his girlfriend. He stared at Jess, searching for the reason why it was so familiar. Jess gave him a small, almost sad, smile.

"My Uncle worked at Wellington Zoo. He was the Manager." She told him.

"Wellington Zoo? The place Abby used to work?" Becker said quickly, suddenly understanding everything.

"Please let me finish." Jess said sternly.

"Go on…"

"One of the lions has gone missing?" Jess repeated, raising her eyebrows.

"Vanished without a trace. They think it's been stolen." Tim said, rubbing his head.

"I can hack into the Police Network and find out if there have been any reports of Illegal Animal-Traders?" She offered politely and casually.

"Best not, I'm pretty sure it's illegal and you're Father would kill me if you went to prison." Tim said, chuckling.

"Fine. I won't break the law. Ya never know, maybe it just ran away to the circus." Jess replied, smirking at her uncle.

"Maybe. Can you feed yourself, tonight?" He said, a small smile on his own lips.

"No. But I'm sure the Chinese Take-Away Place around the corner can." The young brunette answered, grinning brilliantly and causing her Uncle to laugh. He smiled fondly at his niece.

"Alright. There's a twenty in the draw, knock yourself out." Tim told her as he pulled on his jacket.

"Do you want me to save you some?" Jess asked, following him out to the front door.

"Sure. Have fun, tonight. But no hacking into confidential information." He said told, picking up his briefcase.

"Well there goes my night. See ya, Uncle Tim." She laughed sarcastically before giving him a peck on the cheek.

"See ya." Tim said, giving her a half hug and then heading out the door. Jess smiled and went back into her bedroom, not realising that it would be the last time she saw her Uncle who she was so close too.

When the morning arrived, Jess was surprised to find that her Uncle hadn't come back that night. If he had to go to work early, he'd have left a note for her on the side. And normally if he had to stay at work overnight he'd have given her a text or a phone call. She began to get really worried when the Zoo had called up and asked if she'd seen him around 11Am.

Sure enough; this left Jess pacing up and down the Living Room. She'd left messages on her Parents phone telling them that he was missing but not to worry too much. It didn't help her worries that three people had already gone missing around that area. But then the news finally came at 5Pm.

Her phone rang and Jess instantly picked it up.

"Hello?" She said quickly.

-"Hello is this Jessica Parker?" came a professional woman's voice.

"It's Jess. What can I do for you?"

-"I'm Officer Laura Burn, we've been looking into the disappearance of your Uncle; Tim Parker. Is anyone with you?" Laura asked politely.

"No, it's just me and my Uncle. My parents moved to America not that long ago and I don't have anyone else. Please, what's going on? Have you got any news about Tim?" Jess quickly spoke into her phone.

-"Ms Parker, you might want to sit down. It's not good news, I'm afraid."

"Oh." The young brunette said, sitting down on the arm of the sofa as her heart sank at the Police Woman's words.

-"You're Uncle was the fourth person to go missing from that area. It's believed that the disappearances were all connected, somehow. Today, a special Unit took over the investigation. I'm so sorry, Ms Parker. But they found bodies and your Uncle was among them." Laura said, sounding sad as she spoke.

This had been the fourth person she'd given this news too, but unlike all the rest this young girl was all on her own. A tear fell gently down Jess's cheek. Her lip trembled and she her body was shaking. Her heart ached. She was in shock, totally speechless.

-"Ms Parker? Are you still there?" asked the Policewoman gently.

"Can I see him?" The 17year old managed to choke out.

-"I know things are hard for you right now, Ms Parker. But I'm afraid not. We were told that the killings were committed by an illegal predator that was smuggled into the country. The bodies were not in any presentable condition. I'm so sorry. If there is anything else I can-…"

"No." Jess interrupted. "There is -there's nothing you can do. Just tell me…what? What killed my Uncle? What kind of predator could kill four people and there be not one sighting?"

-"We don't know." Laura told her.

"You don't know!? My Uncle is dead! According to you; his body isn't even presentable! And you don't know what killed him and three other people!" She practically yelled down the phone, tears now streaming down her face. There was a silence.

-"I'm sorry, Jess."

The Funeral for Tim Parker was held three weeks later. Jess had been the one to keep a brave face on and organise it herself. Her Father and Mother came back to England a few days beforehand. It was small rather quiet funeral, with only the three Parkers and a few work colleagues and friends attending. The sun was shining, but no one enjoyed it.

She stood by the grave side, staring at the tombstone. She wore an emotionless expression on her face, all her tears having been already shed in the days following the tragedy.

A tall man walked up and stood beside her. Mr Parker looked nothing like his older brother. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He laid a hand on his daughter's shoulder and squeezed it.

"You should come back to America with us. I'm sure we can find a place for you to finish your last year at University there." He said seriously. There was silence following the retired General's statement, in which his daughter continued to stare down at her Uncle's grave. Mr Parker turned and took a few steps before Jess finally spoke up.

"No." She said quietly. He stopped and looked around at her.

"What?"

"I'm not going to America with you, Dad. I'm staying here, in England." Jess said, in a strange monotone that just didn't seem to suit her for all her bubbly and outgoing personality.

"You're 17." Mr Parker said, folding his arms. At this Jess turned around and looked at her Father with a stern look.

"What's your point? I'm independent. I've got savings and contacts. I never needed to live with Uncle Tim, it was choice thing." She said impatiently.

"You don't know how to live on your own!" Her Father almost yelled.

"I'm more mature that you think!" Jess suddenly shouted, causing Mrs Parker to look over to them from the cars along with the few people she was talking too. There was another silence.

"Why would you want to stay?" He asked sadly. The younger girl folded her arms, her expression turning from furious to determined and rather frustrated.

"Something isn't right, here. I feel it in my gut. There is something more about the killings then what the Media or the Police are saying or even know about. And I want to know what!" Jess said seriously.

"You think there's a conspiracy? Really Jessica? It was an accident!" Mr Parker said, desperately.

"I don't know, okay. I don't know what I think. But I do know this! Four people went missing in the same week; all of them were taken by this…predator. But there hasn't been one sighting of this thing and no one can even tell me what it was!" Jess said, pacing up and down.

"So, what, you're just going to stick around and see if you can crack the case? It's best if you just leave it alone. Sometimes it's better not to get involved." Mr Parker told her.

"No! I want to know the reason why my Uncle is dead!" Jess shouted furiously, whipping around to glare at her father. "I'm over 16, so I don't need your permission to do what I want. And I am going to find out what is going on here!"

With that said; she turned on her heel and marched across the graveyard, leaving her Father standing there. She didn't care what he said, and she certainly didn't care what anyone else said. She had a feeling in her gut that something wasn't right, and she was going to find out what it was.

It was the beginning of March, 2010. There was a coffee shop on the corner of a street in London. Inside had a comfortable interior full of sofas and coffee tables. It was filled with a fairly large crowd of people. There was an older man in the kitchen, cooking up the lunch time specials. While a young waiter and a couple of young waitress' walked around taking orders.

"One coffee, one hot chocolate and two scones." Said one of the waitresses' with brown hair, sparkly baby blue eyes and a brilliant smile which caused everyone around her to smile also. She wore a black apron over a cobalt blue skirt with black leggings underneath, a pretty magenta blouse and a pair of high magenta heels. Jess Parker had certainly changed over the last three years.

"Well, that's my last customer for the day. I'm outa here, George." Jess said, taking off her apron as she entered into the kitchen.

"Oh c'mon, Jess, can't you stay a little while longer? We're swamped here!" The Chef begged, despite grinning at her.

"Sorry, I can't. I've got be somewhere. I guess this is goodbye." She replied, pulling on her black jacket.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" George asked her seriously.

"Just let her go, George. Jess can do much better than a coffee shop; she's well brainy and good with a computer." Said another one of the Waitress', Clare. Jess laughed and grinned at her two friends.

"I have to go. I'm sorry." She said, beaming at them. With that she pulled open the backdoor and stepped outside in the street. Grinning to herself she walked down the pavement, standing out like a dinosaur in the 21st century.

In the last three years, Jess had finished her studies, gotten herself a job at a coffee shop and even got herself a good flat at a cheap price. Her cousin rented it out to her. To everyone around her, Jess was a seemingly normal person making her way through life.

But that wasn't true.

At the end of the day, when Jess had finished work and she was all alone in her colourful flat, she was investigating. She'd stuck by her promise to her Father and worked tirelessly to try and find out what had killed her Uncle. She spent countless hours into the night, hacking into government networks and researching dangerous predators. She'd discovered that something was defiantly going-on. And it all surrounded dangerous creatures.

A dangerous breed of lion found in an amusement park, a giant elephant wrecking the M25, giant fog-living worms taking over office building, rare species of rhinos trashing a motor-convention campsite. All of it didn't make sense. Some people even thought they were dinosaurs.

But then finally, a month ago, Jess hacked into a very private Government document and found one name.

James Lester.

All the stories she'd discovered had been connected by one thing. His name. They had all been authorised by him. He'd given strange orders and authorised all sorts of stories: A Charity stunt gone wrong, the cutting-off of a line of the London Underground, a Government grant given to knock down a warehouse and fill the sewers beneath it with cement.

And there was so much more.

It was almost like a cover up. Maybe her Dad had been right the first time. Maybe there was a conspiracy. There were the thoughts that ran through Jess's head as she'd read through the documentation. Then at the very end there a picture file. She clicked the link and up popped a photo of something so strange and yet so beautiful.

Truth was that Jess knew perfectly well that she was no where near an answer. She knew that she didn't know anything, really. But she also knew, that she knew enough and this would be enough.

Lester stepped out the Home Office and began his walk to the Carpark. He'd been interviewing for the role of a new Field Co-Ordinator all day. So far, everyone he'd interviewed had been complete idiots who knew nothing but how to read a map. They were all so far up their own backsides that they probably didn't know the light of day!

Was it so hard to find someone who could do a decent job of this?

"James Lester?" called a girl's voice suddenly, knocking him out of his thoughts. A young girl, either 19 or 20 came jogging over to him in 4 inch heels. What she wore was colourful, her baby blue eyes were sparkly and she wore the brightest of smiles.

"What is it?" He asked lazily, as he made his way to his sleek sexy sports car.

"I was just wondering if I could have a quick word." The young woman asked as she fell into pace with him.

"I'm not interested in the current affairs of the Prime Minister or any of his pen pushers, so just leave be me." The Civil Servant said both impatiently and sardonically.

"Actually, I just wanted your opinion on this." She replied politely as she pulled out from her large cobalt blue handbag a group of documents bound together by a paperclip.

Lester's jaw dropped.

There, as a cover, was a giant A4 picture of the anomaly at the Forest of Dean. The documents that followed it were incident reports, authorisation slips, cover-stories and much more. Though seemingly unconnected, they were all branded with his name. And it all evolved around the last 4 years of the Anomaly Project.

"I'm Jessica Parker, by the way." The girl introduced herself with a remarkably innocent and yet smug smile that quirked her glossy lips. He stared at her in the most utter shock. But it wasn't long before the sarcastic and tough man recovered.

"How did you get all this?" Lester demanded forcefully.

"It wasn't hard to get." She answered with a shrug.

"You hacked into the Government Data-Base? And got this?" He gasped.

"I don't know why you're so surprised, Mr Lester. People hack into the Government Data-Base all the time. No wonder things are so easily leaked." Jess said in a matter-of-fact tone. Yet there was something rather innocent about her.

"I think you'll find that the files that are leaked are normally the files the Government want leaked. However this was not one of those files." Lester said, surveying the girl with a look torn between indignant and confusion.

"Well, I'm just that good then, aren't I?" The Young Computer Genius laughed in response. Lester stared at her, thinking through the situation. To be fair, she didn't know anything. He could easily intimidate her.

"Look, Parker, you need to know that what you have here…is nothing. You don't know anything and go to the news or press with this, you'll just be laughed out of town." He said dryly, wearing his best couldn't-care-less expression.

"Now I don't know what you want and to be frankly honest, I really don't care. But you don't realise what I'm capable of, so it would be in your best interest to lose all this documentation before you get yourself involved with something that really doesn't concern you." He added, holding out the file for her to take.

Jess looked at him with a rather surprised look. Then, to his surprise, she squared her shoulders and gave him the sternest look he'd ever seen. It even beat Captain Becker's most serious look.

"I didn't say anything about the media. See, my Uncle was killed three years ago and I'm not giving up until I've found out what killed him. Because if I can, I want to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else." Jess said furiously. Lester was taken aback to say the least, and his shock expressed on his face.

"And I may not know what's really going on here. But believe me; I'm gonna find out, with or without your help. Cos you don't realise what I'm capable of, Mr Lester." She added, determination like fire in her eyes.

Then she added rather coolly; "You can keep that. I've got copies. My numbers on the back page, just in case you want to contact me." And with that she turned around and walked away leaving Lester with his jaw wide open.

Who was she?

When Lester got home, he went straight into his office. He booted up his laptop and quickly typed in his Government Security Password. He didn't really know Jess Parker, but he was going too. He had to know if she was dangerous.

He typed 'Jessica Parker' into the Data-Base and quickly found the Parker he was looking for. His eyes scanned the file in front of him, before settling back into his chair.

Jessica Parker, born January 7th 1990. Her Mother was Elizabeth Parker, maiden name Jones. Her Father was General Harold Parker, not retired. Both her parents were living in America. Her Uncle, Tim Parker, was killed in 2007 by a Future Predator none the less.

Jess was very intelligent, as well. Started University at the age of 15 where she studied ICT Masters and Co-Ordination Masters, both which she completed top of her class. From the records she'd been working at the café for the last year after her course.

"James? Is everything alright?" asked Ruthy, as she entered with a cup of coffee for her husband.

"See this girl here." He said, gesturing to Jess's picture on the screen. Ruthy made a sound of affirmation so continued. "She came up to me in the street today. She knows something, she doesn't realise it, but she does. And I think give her a little bit more time and she will figure it out."

"Is she from the media?" His Wife asked, curiously.

"No. Her Uncle was killed by a Future Predator in 2007. Her motives are completely unselfish. She just wants to help make sure no one else is hurt. She's quite odd, if ask me." Lester told his wife, rather exasperatedly.

"She sounds lovely." Ruthy murmured, a smile creeping upon her lips.

"And she's a bloody genius. She hacked into the Government Data-Base. Any ideas what I should do about her?" He asked, looking to his wife for advice. To his surprise she was beaming at him.

"Don't you see?"

"What?"

"She's the perfect candidate, James. She's intelligent, she knows her way around a computer and she'd be doing it for all the right reasons." Ruthy said, chuckling lightly.

"Are you saying I give Parker an interview for the Field Co-Ordinator post?" Lester asked his wife seriously.

"Why not?" She questioned, as she got to her feet. She pecked him on the cheek before leaving the room. Lester sighed and looked back at the screen in front of him. Parker was good to say the least. And thinking back, she wasn't malicious or spiteful. She seemed good-natured, innocent and all she wanted was to help. She wasn't trying to expose the ARC. She seemed, there was no other word for it, nice.

She was like a bright ray of sunshine through grey clouds. She was innocent. She was sweet. She was bright. She was hopeful. She was everything that the ARC had been drained off.

Then to his own surprise, Lester pulled out the paper with her phone number on the back, picked up his phone and dialled the number. Within a few seconds she answered; "Hello?"

"Ms Parker, I have only one question to ask you…" He said, his tone professional. "Do you really want to get involved in this?"

There was a silence.

-"Yes." Was all she said, her voice determined yet quiet.

"After that he interviewed for the Field Co-Ordinator Position. I went the through interview-rounds and eventually discovered what was really going on and was given the job. And then I met you." Jess told him, searching Becker's face for some sort of reaction.

"Wow." He said quietly. "So, you're uncle was Abby's boss. He was killed by a Future Predator. And you decided that you were going to find out what had killed him. That's how you came to work for the ARC."

"Yeah." She sighed.

"And that's also why your Dad is protective of you, right?" Becker asked, slowly.

"Yeah." Jess repeated.

There was a silence, before Becker pulled her into his arms. He kissed her temples and her held her closely. She leant into his chest, sighing with relief and closing her eyes.

"I get it. And I promise you, Jessica Parker, that it's going to be okay. That we're going to be okay. And I reckon your Uncle would be proud of you right now." He said softly. Jess smiled and snuggled closer into his arms.

"I think so too." She whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, but I suppose you can understand why. I hoped you enjoyed it, though. It was a long chapter. Please keep reading and please review!