Owen pressed gentle kisses to the name of her neck and caressed the flat of her stomach eliciting a deep, low moan to pour from her pale pink lips. He knew how she adored being awoken in such way and strived to make her feel worshiped. To make her feel like the Goddess he saw her as. To make her see how much he loved her as an equal.

"Good morning, Mr Grady." She whispered gently into the soft silk pillow and he mumbled a half hearted reply into the crook of her neck in return. Claire quietly reminded him that it was indeed a workday and he grinned and replied with wit; "But you're hotter than Hoskins." At that, she giggled. To him, it was adorable and he oftly.

"I should hope so." She snuggled further into him, not opening her eyes once, enjoying just laying down for once. Relaxing. He kissed her temple and proceeded to the bathroom for a shower.

The sound of the water pounding down in a steady rhythm eventually killed her back to sleep. Owen knew she'd been working overtime as the operations manager of the Madison Police Department. She was always busy signing checks or writing reports or attending meetings with Masrani Corp and the CEO. Though she was gifted with a home office for work it often left her tired and fatigued.

Claire awoke the second time to her name being repeated almost silently beside her. Her eyes fluttered open but then immediately slammed shut, her d in pain at the light illuminating her face. A migraine. She'd suffered with them for as long as he could remember. The term 'Suffered' was no simple over exaggeration in her case as she often lost even more sleep.

"You're taking today off." She opened her mouth to disagree but decided against it at the tone of his voice. Owen was not one to argue with especially when talking about her health. She half smiled and splayed her arm over her eyes. "Please, Claire."

"Okay Owen." Claire pecked his lips and watched as he stepped toward the door with squinted eyes. "I love you, baby. Be smart. Be safe." Claire nodded slowly and replied quietly with; "Love you too." He smiled one last time at her form, curled in on herself and tightly gripping her skull and massaging her temples in a circular motion.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and headed toward the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards and poured Claire a glass of water to take painkillers with. He felt a pang of guilt sting at his heart at the thought of Claire, in pain. She'd once had a headache so bad that she'd thrown up and then passed out all in the same hour.

"Claire. What are you doing out of bed?" He asked as she, almost blindly, stepped down the wooden staircase. She squinted her eyes and he turned the lights off. She shivered and stumbled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest. She gripped nto his shirt as a wave of nausea hit her and she forced the bile back down her throat.

"Do you want me to stay?" She shook her he winced at the temperture of her head. She hugged him tighter d then pulled away. "No. It's okay. I thought you'd gone. Pain... killers." The fact that she could barely produce more than a collection monosyllabic phrasing almost terrified him. He felt her start to relax against him and smiled softly. She was falling asleep.

He lifted her into his arms bridal style and let her head fall under his chin. He held her tightly as she struggled to settle herself into a comfortable position in his arms. She shivered shut her eyes tightly.

Once he'd placed her back in bed and she'd taken the painkillers he left for work. Just a few hours, then he'd see her again.

"Owen. You're late." Hoskins complained. Owen had never liked Hoskins, nor the way he leered at Claire, despite being over ten years older. Or the way he wanted to send the girls into the military. Owen prided himself in training his dogs as they meant so much to him.

"Yeah, Claire's not feelin' too hot. Had to make sure she'd be okay." Hoskins rolled his eyes. As he was the Comissioner, he saw himself as the boss of their personal lives as much as their worklives and often made it his business to know their business. That, however flattering, often lead to others being insulted by him or criticised for no good reason what so ever. Both Claire and himself had been victims to his crude joking. He'd do so without the slightest spec of respect.

"Claire Dearing. Not hot. I'm shocked you didn't dump her on the spot." Hoskins grinned. He'd hit a soft spot. Back when Owen and Claire had just started dating she'd been so self conscious that the first time they'd made love, she'd forced him to keep the lights off. She always felt threatened by the reputation he'd built, clearly stating how he'd use women for sex and not care for a relationship.

"Owen! Blue's acting up, again!" Barry yelled from his place in the K9 Section training grounds. Hoskins sighed and walked away having lost another battle. Barry was a forty year old man and best friend of Owen Grady. They had trained in the Navy together and became fast friends in searcher dog training. Barry was a married man with a family. He had made the commitment both Owen and Claire were scared of despite having dated for four years.

Owen looked to Barry with a million thanks, on his behalf and Hoskins'. "How's your girl?" Barry casually asked while petting Delta, a white German shepherd, while she laid on his lap. Owen stroked Blue gently on the head as she sat beside him on the wet grass. Owen had always loved training his girls and when Claire had admitted to her love for dogs he knew she was a keeper. They even had their own dog called Foxtrot or "Foxy." She was a Finnish Spitz that belonged to Claire's sister but Karen couldn't handle her and the boys once she'd aged a year and started the 'playful' stage.

Owen and Barry had been training the girls for three years and Owen felt a strong connection to Blue, the beta of his 'pack'.

Charlie was the eldest and the most difficult as she was a German Shepherd and Husky mix, resulting in a very protective breed.

Echo, the second oldest and a purebred brown and white Alaskan Husky, however was both Dumb and Dumber as she lacked the common sense any dog had but she did have the trait of knowing how to track scents.

Blue, second youngest, was a purebred Blue German Shepherd and had unorigionally gained her name from that particular trait. She was the most defiant of them all and was the leader. Echo would follow her blindly into molten lava. Delta, the youngest but the widest was a white German Shepherd with eyes overflowing with wisdom, this often caused her and Blue to clash with the best interests of the 'pack'.

"Claire? She had another migraine this morning. She promised she'd sleep if she could. She felt sick earlier so I'll try and leave as early as I can today." Barry nodded and held out a handful of treats for Delta. She stared at them and then dropped her head onto his lap. "She's still in heat." Owen nodded and patted her head gently.

He was proud at how the girls reacted to one another going into heat especially once the bleeding started. When Delta would just lay for hours whimpering, her sisters would always he there. Much like he would for Barry and Claire. "If it's this bad for them. Imagine, Claire has these once a month." Barry winced and then chuckled.

"Mon amour always ignores me when she is in that kind of pain. Claire do the same?" Owen shook his head in response pitying his friend for that kind of neglect and laughing at the thought. "Claire just wants to cuddle constantly. And she loves drinking warm milk with cookies and kissing me senseless but she can also get kind of snappy at times." Barry nodded and got to his feet.

"We'll give Delta the day off but these puppies aren't going to train themselves. Owen always enjoyed his time spent with Barry, not that he didn't love spending time with Claire, but he and Barry could relate, could complain about their significant others and not get a red hand shaped mark on their cheek for some stupid comment. But mostly they'd compliment them. Sometimes fighting to see who's best like Owen usually would with Brines over the level of intelligence of his girls compared to Rexy, a Nova Scotia duck tolling retriever and the best Cadaver Dog in the Madison Police Department K9 Branch.

Zara, Claire's one friend and 911 Operater, sprinted into the yard and called out loudly, ignoring how blue jumped up on her and how Charlie barked excitedly at the newcomer. Owen smiled at how nervous she seemed to be around dogs but then his smile dropped two single words left her rouged lips in an accent expected of one who follows the Queen's English to the letter.

"Claire's hurt."

A.N.

Oooh, cliff hanger!!! There is a very specific reason for each role, each person was given in this story, even Zara. I hope you like this and continue to read it. I've recently bought the DVD of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom and I can't stop watching.

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Au revoir Dinos!!!

~Katrina Rei Anderson