Thanks to everyone who faved, followed, liked, etc on Murphy & His Law Can Go To Hell! If you haven't read that one, it may be worth a quick read to get your footing here.

Posting today, but I also plan to keep up with Friday posting. Dominion has given me inspiration, I suppose.

Not mine, posted for funsies, not making any money on this.

As always, this is crossposted with the same name to AO3.

The motor pool was an absolute wreck. The damage from the escaped pterosaurs was still readily apparent - scratch marks, equipment tossed around, vehicles torn apart, dried blood. All of it covered in a nice layer of moss and muck and mold. And droppings. Lots of dino droppings.

"This place is disgusting," Lennie muttered as she wandered around with Owen and Barry. "Eugh," she grunted as she stepped over a pile of droppings.

"Watch your step," Owen teased, smirking at her.

Lennie narrowed her eyes. "Keep it up."

A few cars down, an engine started and Barry popped his head up from the drivers side of one of the vehicles. "Found one that works. What do you think?"

Owen pursed his lips and rested his hands on his hips. "Well…it's a whole lot of unnecessary noise."

"And?" Lennie asked, eyebrow arched. "Not like we've even seen a single animal so far. Hell, I don't even think there's been so much as a mosquito."

"Reports from Isla Sorna said the carnivores kept to the interior," Owen said, chewing on his lower lip. "And the raptor paddock is up in sector 5."

Barry glanced toward the doors, then back to Owen. "If we walk, we have no fast escape."

"And it'll take us hours to walk across the island and back," Lennie added.

Owen continued to chew on his lip, shifting his gaze to the door. After a few minutes, Lennie exchanged a look with Barry, then reached out to place a hand on Owen's shoulder. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

"No real good option here, is there?" he muttered. Sighing, he turned back to look at her, then over her shoulder at Barry. "Guess you're drivin'?"

With a grin, Lennie walked out ahead to the car and hopped in the backseat. Just as she was about to close the door, Owen stopped her and slid in beside her. She arched an eyebrow at him.

"You think I'm letting you sit back here alone? Someone's gotta stop you if you try to jump out of the damned car while it's still moving," he grumbled.

"I'm not about to jump out of a moving vehicle," she laughed as Barry backed up and turned the car to the door. Now it was Owen's turn to arch an eyebrow. "Okay, one time!" she admitted, remembering when they crested the herbivore valley ridge and she jumped out to tend to the ankylosaurus. "And you were already slowing down." The door lock audibly clicked and she grinned up at Barry in the rearview mirror.

"Problème résolu," he muttered. "Now you can both behave."

"Traitor," Owen grumbled, while Lennie bit down on her laughter.

"Where are we going first?"

Owen sighed. "Might as well start at the raptor paddock."

He visibly tensed as Barry triggered the door and they drove out into the field, so Lennie took his hand and rubbed her thumb against the back of it. If the rest of the dinosaurs were missing, would Blue also be missing? Or worse?

Half an hour later they arrived at the raptor paddock. Things looked much the same as they had 3 years prior - the tent Hoskins had set up was still there, a little more mossy and full of holes; the gates were still open from when the girls had been released; equipment was scattered around haphazardly.

Barry slowed the truck to a stop and they all got out. Owen noted that even Len was showing a modicum of caution and not running around. It was doubtful she was making a conscious effort for his benefit, so he walked around the car and stood next to her. "What are you thinking?"

She was staring at the office, her brow furrowed. "That I closed that door," she muttered.

The door to the office was open, covered in green and slime enough to know it had not been touched in years, but it was open. "Doesn't look like whatever happened was recent."

Len nodded, then headed for the office.

"Len!" he hissed.

She stopped and turned to face him, the corners of her mouth pulling down in disapproval. "What? You said yourself it's not recent. Not even a dent in the moss or a footprint. Hell, we haven't even seen an iguana, let alone a dinosaur."

He sighed, "At least let me go first? Be nice to not have a second heart attack after the shit you pulled at the mosasaurus pool."

"I climbed the trainers block, Owen," she laughed softly. "I didn't jump in."

"Did you even see the condition the damned thing was in? Practically falling apart!"

Len arched an eyebrow at him. "If it makes you feel better, go ahead, then."

"It's not -," he cut himself off before he started an argument.

"When you two are done, you can have a look inside. There's nothing in there," Barry's voice called from the office doorway.

When the hell had he…? He looked down at Len, who was gaping at Barry.

"If anyone had been in there, your bickering would have alerted them anyway," Barry huffed. "Everything's been cleaned out - all the files, the computer, even the ammunition. All gone."

"Any sign of Blue?"

Barry shook his head. "Nothing."

He glanced around the clearing again. The only visible disturbance was the car. Other than that the only signs of anyone being there in the last three years were the missing files and computer.

"Blue wouldn't have gone without a fight," Len muttered. "If they didn't catch her here, where'd they get her?"

There were not many places Blue would feel comfortable. Hell, she had spent most of her life either in the labs or in the paddock and she sure as hell had not been in the labs. They would have seen some sign of her when they went to the control room.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he surveyed the area and tried to wrack his brain, then it hit him. "We should check the bungalow."

"Why the hell would she go there?" Len asked. "How would she even know to do that?"

"She could've tracked it by scent," he muttered.

Len blinked at him for a second, then said, "So, what? You think she does what I do and just sleeps on a pile of your t-shirts when she misses you? She's a velociraptor, Owen."

"You sleep on a pile of my t-shirts when I'm gone for the night?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, I wear one - just one, smartass," she added before he could even speak. "But I think Blue might be a bit big for that."

Owen grinned at her. He had no idea she did that.

"So, the bungalow?" she prompted.

"It's worth a shot," Barry put in.

Owen jumped out ahead of Barry and ducked into the driver's seat. "I'm driving this time."

Whatever Barry muttered, he did not quite catch it. While Len slid into the backseat, Barry hopped into the front passenger seat. Admittedly, he took a little too much pleasure from engaging the locks on the backdoor and the death glare Len levelled at him in the mirror.

Even before they fully pulled up to the bungalow, Lennie could see the signs of a struggle. The picnic table and chairs had been haphazardly tossed about. Cans, lamps, the paddles that used to hang over the door, the solar panels, the satellite dish, all of Owen's old stuff was everywhere. In a corner near the stairs a few old towels were arranged in what looked to be a very messy…almost a bed. Jesus, maybe Blue really was sleeping in a pile of Owen's shirts.

When the car slowed to a stop, Owen made a show out of getting out first and scanning the area before opening her door. He held out a hand to help her out of the car. "Milady," he teased with a flourish and a smirk.

"You're enjoying this far too much," she grumbled, slapping his hand away as she hopped out of the car.

"Owen!" Barry called from a spot near the old fire pit.

While Owen ran off to join him, she looked around the trailer, then ascended the stairs and opened the door to go inside. The inside was ransacked. No way Blue had gone inside and done any of this. Cupboards and drawers were hanging open. Someone was there looking for something. Owen's laptop was missing from the small desk he had used, but she saw something on the floor next to it. Picking her way across the trailer through the mess, she saw a USB stick.

"What the hell?" she muttered, bending to pick it up.

It was unmarked and looked like it had just been dropped there. She supposed it was possible Owen had one filled with information on the raptors, but why ransack the whole trailer and leave that behind? Unless they were not looking for information on the raptors. Given they had taken the computer at the paddock and Owen's laptop, it seemed unlikely they were after anything else.

"Len?"

She turned and saw Owen standing in the door, a question in his eyes.

Standing up, she held the USB stick up between her index and middle finger for him to see. "This yours?"

He walked over and took it, turning it over in his hands. "Don't think so," he muttered.

Snatching it back, she put it in one of her pants pockets and secured it with the zipper so it would not fall out. "Then we take it, see if we can't get anything off it."

"You find anything else in here?"

She shook her head. "What'd Barry find?"

"Blood."

"What…," she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Is…is it…?"

"Dunno, looks like it's from different sources," he muttered, lips pressed into a thin line.

Blue must not have gone quietly. It was weird to think, but she hoped it was human blood. Whatever bastard went after her deserved it.

"We should head back to the control room."

Lennie nodded. "Let's swing by the Indominus paddock on the way, I want to see if they bothered."

"With what? She destroyed it."

"Control room there was intact," she shot back. "At least when we left it it was."

"Point." He looked around the trailer, eyes lighting on various things, before he nodded. "Let's go."

Lennie slipped her hand into his. "Not all bad memories here," she muttered. It was not just the first night they had spent together she meant, it was dozens of other nights laughing around the fire, lazy afternoons out on the lake, him helping her prep for lectures for the tourists, her helping him with her knowledge from the fossils she had studied. It was a lifetime, or felt like it at least.

"No," he agreed, letting go of her hand to reach for the small of her back. "Got some very pleasant memories here."

"Me too." After a minute of soaking in the nostalgia, she walked to the door. "Probably shouldn't keep Barry waiting. Or Claire, Michael, and Jo."

He smiled at her and followed as she led the way back to the car.

After a few hours of searching the remaining functional databases, offices, and lab stations, Claire had come up with little more than a couple of hard drives that may not even hold any answers. There was no security footage, no solid evidence of what had happened to the animals on Isla Nublar whatsoever.

She had left Michael and Jo alone in the control room in search of…something, anything, really. Honestly, she just needed to get away from the flirting. It was sweet, but it was a little much. PDAs were not her thing. People could be romantic with their partners without shoving their tongues down each other's throats in public.

Then again, maybe it was only really bothering her because it reminded her how alone she was.

Claire sighed. Maybe when she got home she should start actively using that dating site Karen had signed her up for. Especially if she wanted kids. She was not getting any younger, as Karen liked to remind her.

The elevator doors slid open and she stepped inside, pushing the button for the control room. As the doors started to close she noticed something caught in the door and jammed the button to stop the doors.

A small patch of cloth stuck out of the side of the elevator. How had she not noticed it before? Had it been moving around in the hydraulics and just now fell into view?

She bent to pick it up. Twirling it in her fingers she saw a torn patch with half a blue streak on it. It looked familiar, but it was obviously incomplete whatever was on the patch. If she had to guess, the rest of it was somewhere in the gears or possibly had been already…eaten, along with the human who had worn the clothes. She stuffed it into her pocket so they could examine it later and triggered the elevator again.

Not long after, Owen, Lennie, and Barry arrived back at the control room. control room. Just in time, too. If she had been forced to put up with another five minutes of giggling and flirting, Claire was pretty sure she would have thrown up. Sure, Owen had his hand around Lennie's waist, but they were not practically humping each other up and down Main Street. Maybe it was a generational thing?

Or, dammit, maybe Karen was right and she needed to get laid. No way in hell would she ever admit that out loud.

"Anything?" Michael asked as the trio stepped out of the elevator.

Owen shook his head.

"Not one animal," Barry replied.

"They ransacked the raptor paddock and Owen's old place, though," Lennie added. "Looks like they ripped the hard drive out of the Indominus control room too. Found a USB stick on the ground in the bungalow, though."

"What about here?"

"Couple of hard drives," Michael muttered, wrapping his arms around Jo as she stood up from her console. "Not much."

Claire pulled the patch out of her pocket and held it up. "Found this stuck in the elevator."

Owen stepped around Lennie and took the piece, examining it. "Where's the rest?"

Claire nodded toward the elevator. "Either in the gears or in an animal's stomach."

"I think we can call the boat now, right?" Michael said, scanning the group. With no objections given, he and Jo walked across the room to make the call.

Meanwhile, Barry walked back to the elevator and pressed the call button to open it, then pressed the emergency button and began inspecting the inside. While he inspected the floors, walls, and ceiling, Owen walked over and checked the doors and the gap between them.

"Any plan for bringing the hard drives and USB stick back to the mainland?" Lennie asked, coming to stand next to her. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the console, watching Owen and Barry.

Claire nodded. "Yeah, I think I have a guy who can help us."

Lennie turned to look at her with a grin. "Lowery?"

Returning the grin, she replied, "Yeah, he's been instrumental in setting up the Dinosaur Protection Group. I think he'd be more than happy to help here."

"You two aren't…?"

"Oh god, no," Claire laughed. "Not my type at all. My sister's set me up on some dating site, though. I don't know. Some of the messages…."

"Online dating is a horrorshow," Lennie chuckled. "Ages ago, back before Owen, I had in one of my bios that I was a paleontologist and some guy asked me if I wanted to dig up his bone."

Claire burst into laughter. "No!" she gasped. "That did not happen!"

"Sadly," Lennie said, cringing. "But some of the professors in my department met their spouses through online dating, so it can't be all that bad, I suppose."

The more she thought about it, the more it sounded like, as Lennie had put it, a horrorshow. Maybe relationships were not her thing. She had always wanted children, but it was not as though she technically needed a partner for that. "God, maybe I'll just raise cats," she sighed, smiling.

"Cats are easy. Be glad you and Owen didn't work out," Lennie said. "You'd end up having to raise raptors. They eat literally everything. And cleaning raptor litter is basically a full-time job, literally up to your elbows in shit."

"I heard that," he said, throwing Lennie a mock glare.

Exchanging a smirk with Lennie, she shook her head. In the past she had been annoyed by their occasional childishness, but now she realised it was what made them work.

Owen turned to address the room. "Nothing in the elevator or gears that we can see. Ready to head out?"

"Boat's on the way," Michael added, joining them again.

"Got the hard drives too." Jo held up the canvas bag she had brought.

He looked at Lennie, who patted one of her pockets, then held the elevator doors open. "Alright, let's get the hell out of here."