A/N: Sorry, I neglected to put a message in the last chapter about my return from the con. I had a great time, and it was a great break. Feeling recharged, I hope to get some more writing done on this. Thank you to my long-term reviewers who have been so patient.

In the Dino Bite Cafe, the lunch rush was just starting to die down, and Allison was getting ready to turn over to the late shift. She was beginning to feel the effects of the full-day shifts, if it wasn't for her determination to help her friends, she would have probably asked for the demotion back to her old job. Ms Morgan had assured her they were going to do something about the staffing situation, but right now, no one had any time to start interviewing staff.

Her attention was grabbed as she saw Erica starting to take off her apron and collecting her things. She just let out a little cough.

"Erica, did you finish the grill?" She asked. Erica just looked to her a little sheepishly.

"Sorry, I...I put it on handover for Claire." She told her. "I really want to get going, if I leave now I can get the half past train instead of the quarter to..."

"Erica, Claire isn't here yet!" Allison reminded her. Erica just stared at her for a moment, trying to think of an answer. It was a long-held convention that the shifts overlapped by half an hour, so that when the shift taking over arrived, the previous shift could hand over anything that they needed to know. Of course, this generally only took ten minutes, and once that was done, there was no reason for the off-going shift to be there. However, that only worked if the on-coming shift was actually THERE. The one thing that everyone was meant to do was at least wait until the following shift was there to relieve them. Claire walked in at that point, carrying a Subway bag in one hand, and a large coffee in the other. Erica just pointed to her.

"There, she's here." She responded. "Now, can I go...?"

"You haven't handed over anything!" Allison protested.

"I left a note!" Erica protested. Just then, Brad compounded the issue by walking out in his street clothes, his ear-buds in, playing his music without a care in the world. Allison checked the clock, seeing that there was still three quarters of an hour left on his shift. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She grabbed a dish towel and launched it at the back of his head, earning an annoyed look from him.

"Hey! What gives?" He said indignantly. Allison just stormed over to the door, closing and locking it, and turning the sign to closed.

"The three of you, sit down, we need to talk!" Allison told them. They all looked a little put out as they sat down. Brad rolled his eyes.

"Well THAT didn't take long." He muttered. Allison just glared at him.

"What?" She asked him.

"Someone gets a promotion; all of a sudden they become 'the man' and start throwing their weight around." He snorted. Allison just stood with her hands on her waist.

"Really? Do you really want to go there?" She demanded. "Alright, I'm new to this supervisor thing, so there's been a lot of slack here, but things are not working out..."

"Oh come on, will you lighten up?" He demanded.

"Yeah, we all come in for our shifts!" Erica replied. "It's not like everyone else didn't run out on this place!"

"Yes, you're all still here, and we're grateful for that, but that doesn't mean you can act how you like." Allison began. She could see the way they were looking at her, and could remember staring at so many supervisors herself the same way. There was always an issue of thinking that supervisors just threw their weight around for the sake of a power trip, and the attitude was generally that they weren't really doing anything TOO important. It wasn't like she was running the whole museum, or even the whole cafe! Ultimately Kendall was the one that signed the pay checks each month. She doubted talking about rules and regulations would win them to her way of thinking, so she tried another tack. She took a deep breath. "I know you're all busy, but we need to rely on each other, because it isn't fair to others when things fall through the cracks."

"Look, we've been..."

"Brad, you're walking out nearly an hour early...and you were over half an hour late to begin with!" Allison reminded him. "The other day, Alessandra, who was kind enough to take shifts to help out ended up leaving way after her time because of you! Does that sound fair?"

She looked to them as they shifted a little uneasily. They could all admit to being a little laissez-faire with their attitude to their shift patterns. They had all figured that with Allison being the supervisor they could get away with a lot more.

"Erica, you were about to leave before Claire came, and you haven't done the grill. Were you expecting me to do it?" Allison asked. Erica just looked a little apologetic hearing this. Allison could see that they were all a little quiet about this. She was reaching them. She looked to them all, softening her expression a little.

"Alright, we don't need to go to any official levels, I think we can avoid that, but we need to set a few ground rules...and STICK to them to be fair to each other." Allison told them. "When your shift starts at ten, that's when I expect you to be here, and by that, I mean ten isn't when you come in and get changed!"

She glanced to Brad at this point.

"If you want to get changed, you arrive ten minutes early." She told them, looking to Erica and Claire. "If you want a coffee or a snack, arrive ten minutes early. But when your shift starts, when I say I expect you here, I mean in position, in your uniform ready to start. Does that sound fair?"

They all nodded gently.

"Also, when your shift is finishing, you stay until the handover is done with the previous shift." Allison told them. "If everyone is in on time, it shouldn't take too long, and then you can go. I know at the end of a shift, you just want to go home. Hell, I feel the same way, so if that's how you feel, remember that's how the guy you're taking over from feels. If we all do that, I think things should be fine. Are we agreed?"

Erica and Claire looked to each other and nodded. They could both realise they had taken liberties with Allison, and were keenly aware that she must have covered some of their slack a couple of times.

"I'm sorry." Erica responded. "I know Uni can be hard on the schedule, but...I guess I can be a little better at doing my fair share."

"Me too." Claire added, starting to put away her dinner. Allison stopped her.

"It's fine for today, but just...bear it in mind for future." Allison told her. She looked to Brad, who was grabbing his bag.

"Are we done here?" He asked her. She just looked to him.

"Your shift isn't over..."

"By the time I go and get changed, it'll be time to change back again." He responded. Allison just gestured to the door.

"Fine, again, we'll begin tomorrow; just...remember what we said." Allison told him. "And can you please catch Digimon on your own time?"

"Pokemon!" He corrected her.

"LIKE IT MATTERS!" Allison called after him as he and Erica left. She went to the register to run the takings, finding Kendall standing there. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Whoa, you have been spending WAY too much time around Keeper." She commented.

"Sorry, I was just getting some more coffee." She told her. "The sooner the others get back and I can get some decent sleep the better."

"You...heard all that didn't you?" Allison asked her. Kendall just nodded. "Look, I just wanted..."

"There's no need to explain yourself." Kendall told her. "In fact, I was actually going to commend you on a good job."

"Really?" Allison asked her. Kendall just nodded as she took another sip. "I thought you wanted me to..."

"There's no need to crack the whip if a few well-chosen words can do the job without making people resent you." Kendall responded.

"I just hope this is the end of things." Allison told her. Kendall just patted her on the shoulder.

"Time will tell on that." She replied. Just then, Kendall's phone bleeped. She checked it, seeing a news story had been flagged.

"What is it?" Allison asked as Kendall's mood noticeably darkened.

"A certain leopard hasn't changed his spots it seems." Kendall responded as she strode purposefully towards the lab. Allison just went back to the task in hand, but couldn't help smiling a little. Maybe there was a way to balance responsibility and good relations with the other staff after all.

In New Zealand, Dr Runga was working on his cell phone, sitting in the dig site when Fury and Meteor arrived. For their safety, and so that no one would see them meeting, he had told his team to go home. As a notorious task master, his team were only too eager to take advantage of one of the few times he had the generosity to let them go home early. He had only just finished closing down the phone and locking it when Fury snatched the phone from him.

"What were you doing?" Fury demanded, checking the phone, but only finding his screen saver, a picture of himself from one of his previous digs. Dr Runga just looked to him.

"I was alerting the media to my find." He said nervously, hoping Fury didn't take his behaviour as suspicious. Fury just threw the phone back at him, clearly not caring enough to check what he was doing. Who exactly was he going to call that Fury couldn't deal with?

"Now, about that information I asked you to find!" Fury responded. Dr Runga took one of his maps, and marked a couple of locations on it.

"The girl had footage of the Plesiosaur." Dr Runga told him. "Based on its size, I'd say that these locations are the most likely hiding spots. These are the locations with caves large enough to act as a suitable home for it."

Fury snatched the map from him.

"You better hope we find it." Fury told him. "If not, we'll be back!"

As they walked away, Dr Runga breathed a sigh of relief.

"If all goes well, hopefully not." He responded.

Meanwhile, in a cave network a little way off, the Rangers were searching through the dark for any signs of the Plesio Zord. For such a large machine, it was proving incredibly elusive, likely the reason that it had gone more or less undiscovered after Albert had bonded to his Energem. Chase and Koda hopped down from some rocks, heading towards where Shelby was checking something on her cell phone.

"There's no sign of it in the caves back there." Chase told them. Albert, Riley and Ivan arrived from another branch of the caves.

"There doesn't appear to be anything down that way either." He told them, looking to Albert. "You said there were others?"

"There are plenty of cave networks, but there are only about four that would be large enough to comfortably act as a home for the Plesio Zord." He assured them. "But...I don't feel anything here, so...it's probably not here."

"The Plesio Zord, or something like it has been seen multiple times in this area." Shelby told them, showing them a web site on her phone. "There have been over 40 'Tanifa' sightings reported in the last month around here, even if I do rule out all the ones with no pictures or video."

"Sadly it is a common legend." Albert told them. "But I'm certain not all of them can be fake."

Just then, their communicators sounded. Shelby pulled out her communicator, finding Kendall on the other end.

"Ken...uh...Ms Morgan, we..."

"There's been a Plesiosaur sighting very near you; it's lit up on all the news networks." Kendall told them.

"Yeah, we were looking at websites..."

"No, it's hit all the major news." Kendall told them, pulling up the story. "This isn't one of those fuzzy, out of focus shots. It's very rare that anyone gets a picture this clear as you can see."

The Rangers all stared at the image in complete shock. Ordinarily a hallmark of urban legend sightings like UFOs or mythical creatures was that the videos or pictures that were presented as 'evidence' were usually of very poor quality. Long distance shots, shots in poor lighting, out of focus, blurry images that were attributed to shots taken quickly were a running theme since it would easily hide details that would expose an obvious fake. Others were, if anything wrong in the opposite way, being remarkably detailed, but were taken of creatures or UFOs that were hardly moving, like they were actively posing for a picture. This shot though was an action shot, but only appeared to be taken from about fifty feet at most away, and in broad daylight! There, in the midst of waves was the unmistakable form of the Plesio Zord.

"Wait, that beach looks familiar." Tyler commented. Shelby though had already recognised the shot. She was checking her phone, finding a recent outgoing message. "Is that..."

"It's from MY video!" Shelby yelled, looking completely furious with this invasion of her privacy.

"It's..." Kendall started to say, only for Shelby to interrupt her.

"It's Dr Runga!" She roared, kicking a loose rock deep into the cave. "He stole my video!"

"Wait, Dr Runga?" Tyler asked her. "How...?"

"He was at the snack truck! He signed my book for me!" Shelby admitted. "He must have sent himself the video when I went to get a pen...oh, and he deleted the video from my phone too!"

"What a dick!" Tyler exclaimed, breaking his usual cheerful demeanour. He knew how excited Shelby was about the prospect of meeting her idol, and when their first meeting had been something of a letdown, he was the one that convinced her that she should give him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe she had just caught him on an off-day. Clearly when he had met up with her later, he had used Shelby's admiration to gain her trust.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I'm afraid he's got something of a history of that kind of behaviour." Kendall told them, taking off her glasses, rubbing her eyes.

"He said you worked together." Riley recalled. "I thought I picked up on something."

"I was working on one of his digs as a grad student." Kendall told them. "I was young, he had a great reputation...he saw some of the work I was doing and offered to co-author a paper with me for publication. Together we did a paper on the migration and mating habits of the Plesiosaur."

"Wait, I remember that paper!" Shelby stated, thinking about all the work she had written. "But...I didn't know...wait, he never co-authored..."

"I WAS hoping to admit it as a PhD thesis." Kendall told them with a sigh. "However, when I read a journal, I found he'd already published it. Unfortunately, he'd 'neglected' to put my name on it."

"That scoundrel!" Ivan interjected.

"Dr Runga hurt Kendall?" Koda asked. "I hurt Dr Runga!"

"No, it...it was years ago." Kendall told him. "But after that, I got caught up in my internship with Anton and I never got around to admitting a thesis so..."

"That's why you're MS Morgan." Chase surmised. Kendall just nodded.

"I'm sorry Shelby. I don't like talking about it." Kendall told her apologetically. "I'm sorry you got burned."

"Well, now we have another problem." Albert said, bringing their attention to him. "It says here he's calling a press conference. That means dozens of people will be coming to see the real life dinosaur!"

"Not to mention all the people watching on the web and TV." Riley added.

"OK, I might be an attention seeker, but that's a little more attention than even I like." Chase concluded. "Maybe we can convince people it's a hoax."

"That would probably be for the best." Kendall agreed.

"Hey, Shelby!" Tyler called, seeing that Shelby was already storming away. "Where are you going?"

"You heard Ms Morgan! We need to convince everyone this footage is a fraud!" Shelby told them. "While I'm at it, I can give the 'wonderful' Dr Runga a piece of my mind!"

"I can't say I blame her." Ivan snorted. "It would do the varlet some good to be put in his place."

"Yeah, Shelby isn't exactly above violence when she's pissed." Chase reminded him. "And that girl hits hard."

"Yeah...maybe we should catch her up." Tyler agreed. "SHELBY! Wait up!"