Monday's suck so here's a chapter to make your life better. You may need to supplement with alcohol and prescription meds of some kind if your day was anything like mine. Enjoy the mayhem!

My cell phone rang at an ungodly hour the next morning. I reached towards the nightstand without opening my eyes fumbling to find it.

"King," I croaked. My mouth felt like it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper.

"Jo, wake up and take some aspirin. We've got a situation. " Why was Lowery yelling?

I sat up, switching on the bedside lamp and grimacing as the light flooded the room. Looking at my phone I saw it was just after "why in the fuck are you awake?" and "go back to sleep you might still be drunk", or just after eight o'clock in the morning. I saw a bottle of Gatorade and aspirin sitting on the bedside table that I didn't remember putting there. I thought back to last night trying to recall what happened.

Like a movie reel images began flashing through my head. Oh god, no. This wasn't happening. Bits and pieces of the night coming together to paint a pretty humiliating picture. I vaguely remembered telling Owen he was pretty and that I loved his raptors. I really hoped I was remembering it wrong. Otherwise I would need to find a rock to hide under for the rest of my life.

"Jo, are you still there?

"I'm here, unfortunately. What's going on?" I answered, opening the aspirin bottle and pouring out a couple of pills.

"Remember the storm system I said was going to miss us?"

"You mean the hurricane?" Just as I answered a loud crack of thunder sounded outside. I could hear rain pounding against my house as the wind howled.

"Yeah, well, it didn't miss us. We are getting hit hard with the tropical aftermath."

Thanks Captain Obvious. "Are you calling me just to tell me the weather?" A girl could hope. I was already at my closet throwing on some clothes.

"A couple of technicians were out in the valley testing the new gyrosphere technology early this morning. The storm turned unexpectedly cutting the test short. All but one of the technicians has returned to base. We can't reach him on comms."

"How long since his last transmission?" I was dressed and pulling my hair back in a ponytail accutaely aware of the pounding in my head. Maybe doing a keg stand with Marco's trashcan punch wasn't the best idea.

"Thirty minutes."

"Why not send ACU out?" I bent down under the couch, sliding a go bag out. My former life in the military and the F.B.I. dictating I remain vigilant and prepared. Well that, or I was just slow to unpack.

"Most of the force was on the other side of the island for rock drills. The storm washed out the roads and there's no ETA for their return. You're all we have in the area," Lowery told me, apology in his tone.

I grabbed extra rain gear shoving it into my backpack along with some granola bars from my kitchen. "Send his last known coordinates to my phone. I'm leaving now. I'll let you know what I find when I get there."

I stepped outside, running for my Jeep in the torrential downpour. The wind was whipping the trees around with incredible force, bending some so much I thought they might snap like toothpicks. The surface of the sea was covered with white streaks and foam patches. Each wave that crashed on the beach brought with it a whitish mass of spray that shot out onshore, dissipating into the air like a mist.

I jumped in the Jeep, slamming the door quickly checking my phone for the coordinates. I tore off in the direction of the valley feeling my tires slip and slide on the muddy roads. It took a half hour to make the journey, and when I got there I didn't see anyone.

Reaching into the backseat I grabbed my goodie bag from Hamada searching for the ear communication unit. I slide it out of the bag positioning the earwig in my right ear, turning the unit on as I made my way out of the Jeep. I put my go bag on my shoulder adjusting the straps as I used a flashlight to scan the immediate area.

"Control room this is King, radio check, over," I said, seeing no evidence of the missing technician. Walking slowly around the area I saw what looked like footprints smeared in the mud. Bending down I traced the outline, gazing up into the jungle. I sighed, why don't people just stay put when shit hits the fan?

"Hear you loud and clear Jo," was Lowery's response in my ear.

"I'm on site at the edge of the valley. There's no one here. I see footprints leading into the jungle," I told him. "I'm going to follow and see where they lead. He may have tried to shelter there once the weather came in."

"Copy Jo, be careful," Lowery responded. "We have your GPS unit on screen in here. We'll track your progress and let you know if an assets gets too close."

"There dinosaurs Lowery, not assets, but I would appreciate the heads up."

I stepped into the jungle and was instantly plunged into darkness. I cut the flashlight, not moving while my eyes adjusted to the crippling darkness. Using the flashlight would speed things up, but it would also make me a more visible target. It would be like waving a red flag at a pissed off bull. The weather was hardly the biggest threat in this jungle.

On a positive note, traipsing through the jungle looking for a lost technician gave me little time to think about the disaster that was last night. In hindsight, I guess Owen's girls were right about the weather. It's a sad day when Velociraptors were a better weatherman than the actual weatherman.

With my eyes adjusted to the dark I slowly looked around for any indication of which way the technician had traveled. Common sense told me he wouldn't have gotten far given how ill prepared he was for this weather. The rain hadn't let up at all, nor had the wind, but the canopy of the jungle provided moderate protection.

I spotted something white a few feet away and bent down picking up an ID badge. I used my hands to wipe away some mud and looked around. He had definitely come this way fairly recently. I stuffed the badge in my pocket, continuing in the same direction.

I walked for a while before I was forced to stop as the jungle abruptly dropped off. Looking both directions I kept my fingers crossed for some sign the technician had doubled back, but when I looked to my left I saw something that looked like a hard hat. I slowly moved along the drop off, slipping a few times as the edge gave way in the wet conditions. I picked up the hard hat, kneeling down. Snapped branches and smeared footprints proved the technician had likely fallen here. I peered over the edge of the cliff sighing. Great. Of course he wasn't lying in an injured heap on top of the cliff.

I removed my backpack, digging out some climbing rope, tying a knot around a large tree behind me and fashioning a swiss seat for myself. I pulled some fingerless gloves on my hands putting my backpack back on my shoulders. Throwing the rope over the edge I sent up a prayer to whoever was listening. This was a bad plan.

"Control room this is King, over."

"Go ahead Jo," Lowery answered, the ear comm coming in broken.

"I think I know where he is, but it's not going to be easy to get him. Mark this spot on the GPS. If you don't hear from me in an hour come to this cliff. I'll probably be at the bottom."

Silence.

"Lowery?"

"Jo, this is Claire. I think you should wait. We might be able to get Hamada's team out there with appropriate supplies in a few hours," she said, her tone clipped and serious.

"Claire, we can't wait. It's bad out here. If he's down there he's probably hurt and definitely hypothermic. A couple of hours could mean the difference between life and death. I'm going," I replied, backing up towards the edge.

"Be careful," Claire said, sounding resigned. If I died doing this she'd never forgive me for ruining her safety record.

"Will do, out"

I glanced over the edge, taking a deep breath. Time to get this party started. I backed over the side slowly starting my decent. The conditions were miserable making it impossible for me to keep my footing. I slipped and mostly fell to the bottom, but I was still alive and relatively unharmed. When my feet hit solid ground again I fought the urge to kiss the rain soaked ground.

"Control room, I'm at the bottom. Do you copy?" All I heard in return was static. Fucking great. "Control, do you copy? I'm at the bottom initiating search."

"Jo…broken….hold….worse." I couldn't make out anything over the static in my ear, but what little I heard sounded an awful lot like Owen. That made no sense. He was probably at the raptor paddock babysitting the girls not watching this unfold in the control room. The fact that I was now imagining Owen's sexy, baritone voice made me roll my eyes at myself. I was miserable, edgy, and tired. I was in the perfect mood for a search and rescue.

"I can't hear you control. Communications are failing." I really hoped a dinosaur didn't decide to come by right now. I was flying blind without the control room to alert me to their proximity.

I heard a rustle to my right and froze with my hand on my tranquilizer gun. Sometimes it's easy to forget you're traipsing around in a jungle full of dinosaurs. I suddenly wished I'd decided to bring my rifle. Claire's rules about non-lethals were cramping my style.

"Hello, is someone there?" a weak voice called out. I was fairly certain dinosaurs couldn't talk so it looked like I had found our missing technician.

"My name is Jo King and I'm here to get you out of here," I said, moving towards his voice. I found him lying with his back against a tree, cradling his left arm to his chest. "What's your name?"

"Parker Lehman," he stuttered, the cold making his teeth chatter. "I think my arms broken."

"Falling 50 feet will do that Parker," I smiled at him. I was knelt beside him, rummaging through my bag for some rain gear and medical supplies. He was dressed like he was going to play golf in tan shorts and a polo shirt. The storm had caused the temperature to drop dramatically, and he was dangerously close to hypothermia.

I used some of my medical supplies to immobilize his arm against his chest before helping him struggle into some rain resistant pants. I slide the rain jacket around his shoulder, and he put his right arm through the sleeve as I zipped it up for him. Pulling up the hood I helped him stand. I couldn't do anything about his already wet clothes, but the rain gear would keep him from getting wetter and hopeful provide some warmth.

"How's your pain?" I asked.

"I'm OK. How are we getting out of here?" he asked, slightly panicked as he peered up at the cliff. I pulled a map out of my shirt pocket using my flashlight to see where we were. After a few minutes I had the best plan I could come up with considering our circumstances.

"Well, not that way we came down with your arm broken," I told him, gesturing to the cliff with my flashlight. "We'll head this way until we will come to a stream. A few miles down there's a bridge. On the other side of the stream is a main supply road. It's our best bet for getting out of here." Parker nodded his head in agreement. Not that he had any other options at this point.

"Control, we are moving to grid location 11508133. ETA to arrival two hours, over," I said, closing my eyes hoping for a response.

Nothing.

"Did they hear? Will they be waiting?" Parker asked hopefully.

With my back to Parker I opened my eyes looking down. "Yeah Parker, they heard. Probably be there well before we will. Let's get moving," I lied.

Moving through a jungle chalked full of dangerous creatures in a hurricane would be painful if I was by myself. Doing all that with Parker, his broken arm, and his Fila running shoes was laughable. I'm not sure who was in more pain, him or me. I had no words to describe this day. I did, however, have a ton of obscene gestures.

Every time we stopped to rest I tried to reach Lowery, but never received a response. I could only hope my GPS was still transmitting to the control room, and someone was smart enough to figure out where we were going. The weather had deteriorated, a fact I would have believed impossible an hour ago. The rain pounded us relentlessly as the wind howled like a wolf, causing the rain to beat against our exposed skin.

As we stopped to rest I handed Parker a protein bar and water watching him closely. He was sweating profusely despite the cool temperature, and was showing obvious signs of shock. Parker wasn't going to last much longer in these conditions. He was likely to pass out from pain, exhaustion, or both soon. While I was stronger than most there was no way I could lug a grown man around the jungle for more than a few minutes.

"Ready Parker? We're almost there," I told him, standing and putting my backpack on. I hauled him to his feet as he mumbled an incoherent response. The guy was tough, but he was obviously a desk jockey by day. The physical exertion of our travel would have been tough for him even he wasn't injured. Coaxing him forward with words of encouragement we began moving forward, our progress excruciatingly slow.

A half-mile later I was breathing hard, supporting most of Parker's weight as he slipped in and out of consciousness. His right arm was slung around my shoulder, and he was doing little more than shuffling his feet at this point. I continued to drag him forward, straining against the hellish conditions. We rounded a bend in the stream, and I could make out what appeared to be the bridge in the distance.

"Parker, look," I said pointing. He perked up hearing my voice, looking unfocused in the direction I pointed. "It's the bridge, we're close now." The storm had caused a massive surge in the creek transforming it into a dangerous, rapidly moving river. The water level was so high it crested just below the bridge we needed to cross.

"I have to go. I have to get out of here," he stuttered, taking a step towards the river wobbling on his feet. I reached out to steady him mere inches from the waters edge as he started to topple over. Just as I righted Parker a surge of water rushed over our feet. Suddenly, the bank of the river we were standing on was washed away, plunging us into the water.

The ice cold water punched the air out of my lungs as my head dipped underwater. I kicked towards the surface, fighting against the weight of all my gear. My head broke the surface and I searched frantically for Parker. He was nowhere in sight as I moved swiftly down the river twisting and turning in circles unable to stop my momentum. I blindly reached out, trying to grab passing branches and roots to slow myself down, but couldn't keep a solid hold on anything.

I heard a shout beside me as Parker's head popped above the surface only to be submerge a second later. My hand shot out under the water hoping to grab a hold of his clothes. I felt rain gear brush my fingertips and clamped my hand around the fabric, my fingers barely responding to my commands due to the cold. I pulled Parker hard towards me, trying to simultaneously pull his head above the water. His head broke the surface with a gurgle as he thrashed, hitting me in the face.

"Parker, goddammit calm down."

I attempted to position myself behind him so he couldn't grab onto me and push me down, but we were moving too fast. We rolled and plummeted along relentlessly, each of us dipping under the water sporadically. I spotted the bridge in the distance and it was closing in fast. We had to get to the side quickly. This river could carry us for miles, and I had no idea where it ended. If the control room heard my transmission they would be looking for us here, not miles downstream.

I kicked and pulled with everything I had trying to keep a hold on Parker. A branch slapped me across the face, and I sank to the bottom like a stone taking Parker with me. Momentarily stunned I could do nothing more than hold my breath, fighting the urge to breathe underwater. Kicking towards the surface I pulled Parker with me, and after what felt like eternity our heads surfaced. We both desperately gasped for air. I saw flashes of light bobbing around on the side of the riverbank as we continued to tumble down the river. I could scarcely hear the screaming and shouting of the men over the violent rush of water. It took a moment for my brain to process the scene before pure relief flooded my system. The control room had heard me, they were here.

"Parker kick! We have to get to the side!" I yelled, water pouring into my mouth causing me to gag and cough.

Parker must have seen the flashlights too because he kicked with renewed vigor. Better late than never, I guess. The river caused me to twisted around and I was able to see the men positioned as close to the river as they could without falling in themselves. The speed we were traveling at ensured we were going to get one shot at this. If we couldn't slow down and get to the side chances were we'd drowned before we could try anything else.

I glanced over my shoulder, we were about to pass under the bridge. The men were positioned on both sides with ropes and hands outstretched across the river. I narrowed my eyes as I saw a huge boulder protruding out into the river directly in our path. In our current position, Parker would slam into it first with me not far behind. I furiously kicked, adjusting our positions so my back was to the oncoming obstacle .

I had just gotten us turned when my back was impaled by the boulder, Parker slamming into me right after. Pain exploded through my body, and I lost my grip on Parker, sinking down towards the riverbed. The edges of my vision blurred, black dots dancing before my eyes like fireworks. My lungs burned with the need for oxygen. I weakly kicked towards the direction I thought was the surface, but my legs hardly responded.

I felt a tug on my gear as someone pulled me hard, hoisting me up onto the large boulder. I gasped for air immediately regretting it as pain radiated from the right side of my body, forcing me to take small, shallow breaths. My rescuer finished pulling me completely out of the water, picking me up briefly before gently placing me on my back at the river's edge.

"Jo, breath. I've got you," Owen said, pushing wet hair out of my face. "Can I get a medic over here!"

"Parker," I rasped, my voice sounded strange to my ears. I couldn't get my body to respond to my commands.

"He's fine. He's already in the truck. You saved his life." Owen sounded irritated by my awesomeness.

I looked at him as he hovered over me while I lay on the ground. "Y-y-yea m-me-e-e," I stuttered, my teeth chattered together from the cold.

He laughed, gathering me in his arms, hugging me to him. I winced from the pain, and he loosened his grip still cradling my body.

"I can't leave you for two seconds without you finding a near death experience," he said, worry contorting his beautiful face.

He sounded upset by my display of dazzling abilities. Well, that made two of us. Trust me, when I woke up I had no plans to be awesome, but shit happens.

"Thanks, thanks f-for com-m-ming for m-me." I was shaking violently now, every convulsion causing excruciating pain in my chest and side. Owen draped a survival blanket over me tucking it around my body making me into a survival burrito.

"I'll always come for you. Thanks for not dying before I could get here," he smiled down at me.

I wasn't sure I'd heard him right. I could feel myself fading. A medic knelt on the other side of me speaking with Owen, but they sounded a million miles away. I felt him push onto my side eliciting a groan from me in response. Everything hurt. Owen bellowed a harsh reply at him, physically removing the medic's hands from my side. I felt the sharp pinch of a needle in my leg before feeling a slight burn as the pain medication raced through my veins.

For a second I felt like I was floating.

Then I felt nothing.

Storylover00: Thank you very much and I agree with you, Owen and Jo probably need to end up together because lord knows they couldn't tolerate anyone else.

Sophie: Thanks for reading my awesome Jurassic World story :) Hope you keep it up!

angelicedg: I wish they'd do that too, but these two crazy kids don't ever seem to corporate.

animagirl: I channeled my sister when I wrote drunk Jo...LOL! (Shhh, don't tell her)

lucian87: Thanks! Hope you keep reading!

xxyangxx2006: That whole island is predicated on sneaking around so it is definitely happening. Lowery works fast, but something tells me that won't be the end of it :)

AmericanCowGirl44: I do that ALL the time...I'm glad I'm not the only one. Good thing I don't actually do much at work or I'd be in serious trouble.

redhouseclan: Jo does rock, I agree :) Thanks for reading!

Desert Vulpes Zerda: Hello again! FYI, thanks for sticking with me :) Drunk Jo is amazing (I took inspiration from my sister tipsy so it's extra special for me). Those two love birds are made for each other, right?!

.5095110: Thanks! Hope you enjoyed the latest addition.

sarahmichellegellarfan1: Glad you like it...I love these types of stories too.

sarahmichellegellarfan1: I agree...I love them too! Hope you keep reading.