The Untamed Chapter 2, a jurassic park fanfic

A/N: 1st. Where the heck do I even begin to thank all of you so much for the reviews, favorites, and story follows?! You are all so amazing and if I could literally hug you, I would do it. It so awesome and I'm so happy you liked my story and believe in its potential! Seriously, you are all awesome and I love you. So does the little Chris Pratt that lives in my heart.

2nd. I'm introducing an intern named Brady (get it? Grady/Brady!) so imaginative I am!

3rd. It's some back story with some fluff. Guys, there is fluff in it. I tried to stop it but...it happened. Or as fluffy as I can possibly get.

4th. This is about maybe 4/6 months before the events of Jurassic World. Idk. What do you think?

5th. I saw it again today for the second time and will be seeing it AGAIN on Friday. There are not enough times to see it. Straight awesome.

6th. Without further ado, chapter 2. Btw...make some popcorn. It's a little long.

For the past twenty minutes Amber had watched as Jasmine's hands constricted around the leather of the steering wheel. After she'd told her where they were headed she noticed how the closer they got to the enclosure, the more Jasmine became tense.

If there was a way Amber could've gone without her she would have. Jasmine wasn't the most talkative person when it came to her love life. If she even had one. But Amber wasn't a fool and could see things were different with the rugged Owen than Jasmine lead her to believe. The only thing that frustrated her was that whenever feelings got involved Jasmine seemed to take after their father and bolt in the opposite direction.

When it looked like the blood had been drained from her hands, Amber had had enough.

"You want to talk about it?"

Her words cut through the silence, startling Jasmine out of whatever daydream she had been in.

"Talk about what?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Still have no idea what you're rambling about," Jazz shot back sternly. Her full attention on the dirt road ahead of them.

"Fine. I'll go into specifics then. I'm wondering what's been going on with you and a six foot golden skinned, fair haired animal tamer with rock hard man bosoms and man scruff-"

"Okay sweet Jesus would you stop!" Jasmine exclaimed her hand flying up from the steering wheel as she clasped her hands over her ears.

The jeep stopped hard sending Amber flying into the dashboard. The seatbelt did its job and kept her from barreling into it.

"Jasmine what the hell-"

"Alright Amber I'll talk about Owen only if you talk about Claire."

That caused Amber to pause before making the agreement. She wasn't ready to talk about Claire. There were things that she hadn't yet told Jazz. They didn't see Claire the way that she did.

Inhaling sharply she adjusted her seatbelt before giving a sharp nod.

"Done."

Her answer obviously wasn't what Jasmine had been hoping for. She could get over it. Amber made a shooing motion, gesturing for her to move the jeep forward, and settled herself in the corner of the bucket seat. Making sure she had a clear view of Jasmine.

"You like him." She stated flatly.

Her hands tightened on the wheel again.

"Don't go around making false assumptions."

"Who says that they're false?"

"Me."

Jasmine had spoken her answer through gritted teeth causing Amber to snort.

"Your tense body language says otherwise."

"What's going on with you and Claire?" Jasmine questioned hoping to change the subject.

Amber saw through her game but allowed it. She wouldn't lie and say she wasn't in need of talking to someone about what was going on. She felt so lost in the decision that obviously needed to be made.

"Everything was going wonderful-"she spoke quietly.

Jasmine shot a troubled look at her sister before averting her eyes on the road.

"Was?"

Amber sighed heavily as she crossed her arms protectively over her chest and faced to look out the window.

"We've been dating for almost two months now. I feel, no; I know she's the one I want to spend my life with, Jasmine."

"So what's the problem?"

"The problem is she's constantly busy. In the beginning she would always find a way to make time for us. But now after the argument it's like she's pulling a page out of your book."

"Hey!" Jasmine whined feeling offended Amber would even compare them to each other.

Amber just continued on like the interruption hadn't even happened: "Do you know we've never, not once, gone out in public? All of our dates have been planned inside her office or at one of the others apartment. I asked her if we could go to the restaurant here in the resort. I had to plead with her, Jazz. Literally almost to tears before she had agreed. I tried to hold her hand and she kept putting distance between us. When a colleague came up and asked who I was, she'd answered I was her friend. A fucking friend," she whispered choking back on tears as she tried to remain calm.

"Maybe she just didn't want him to know-"Jasmine began trying to be helpful.

"Oh come on, Jazz. It's becoming pretty apparent that this is Crystal all over again." She tried to lean as far back in the bucket seat as she could. Praying that it would somehow become like a Venus flytrap and swallow her whole. The tears finally streamed freely down her face and Jasmine wanted to stop the jeep right then and there. "I just want to feel like I'm worth it."

Jasmine reached her hand out and grabbed a hold of Amber's hand and gave it a tight squeeze.

Five years ago Amber had finally had the courage to come out to their father about her sexuality. To say he had taken the news poorly would be an understatement. He had practically disowned her; throwing away every photo in the house that had once held her face. Jasmine had tried to reassure him that eventually he would come around, but he never did. The pain he chose to inflict on his own daughter was enough for Jasmine to tell him he needed to get rid of all the family photos because she was disowning herself from being in a family with a man that had so much hatred.

Jasmine had told Amber that things would get better, but everyone she had met had only wanted to continue the lie that Amber herself was tired of being in. Her relationships had begun to make her feel unwanted, and Jasmine struggled to show her that wasn't true.

She could suddenly feel a rage so potent grab a hold of her heart as she felt her sister shake as she held her hand.

"Hey, listen to me, Amber. You are more than worth it. Claire is a powerful woman in the world's largest money markets. She probably already gets called a bunch of names from jackasses who are threatened by what she's accomplished. It's probably just as scary for her to come out. Especially with the possible hate and stupidity of simple minded idiots who are left in the world. But your love for each other isn't diminished nor should it be diminished by the actions of others. She's probably just waiting for the right time just to be like, Fuck it!"

That got Amber to laugh as she used her free hand to whip away the tears off of her face.

"You think so?" she questioned. The look of hope glimmering in her eyes.

"Most definitely," Jasmine replied giving her sisters hand one last reassuring squeeze before she let it go.

Jasmine watched as her sister straightened, concern quickly creasing her face in fine lines, as they came into the raptor enclosure's clearing.

"Something is seriously wrong," she murmured.

Jasmine looked forward and took in the scene in front of them. Amber hadn't been lying. Owen, Barry, and the rest of the crew, besides two guard's men on top of the enclosure, were all huddled in a tight circle. When the jeep broke through the clearing Owen started to jog towards them not wasting any time.

"What the hell took you guys so long?" he snapped as they climbed out of the jeep.

Jasmine had never seen Owen like this before. On the verge of hysteria; his body radiating with mixed emotions as his face tightened in set lines of agitation. Amber immediately moved to meet him half way.

"We were at the station 20 miles out from here, Owen. We came as fast as we could. What's going on?"

Amber had a way of soothing any animal or human that she came into contact with. Grieving family member or angry biker be damned, no one stood a chance against the calming effect she possessed. Jasmine watched as Owen's hard set shoulders began to ease as Amber placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

Jasmine was still glued to the jeep. One hand still gripping tightly to the railing on the roof she could already feel her adrenaline coursing through her. In that moment everything slowed down and all Jasmine did was wait for the signal to move.

When Owen was ready to talk he didn't express his concerns to Amber; instead he looked right at Jasmine as he said, "Brady got to close to the bars this morning. Blue got a hold of him."

Without tearing her eyes away Jasmine gasped, a hand coming up to try and muffle the sound. Brady was Owen's newest intern. He'd told her how he never liked bringing any on but Brady was a good kid. Kind heart. And only twenty years old.

"Oh God, Owen is he alright? What happened to Blue?"

Leave it to Amber to remember to gather information.

"They got to her before I could. She's has second or maybe third degree burns from the electricity being held to her skin too long."

His words shook as they left him; that anger that had only been a look soon became a shivering urge that Owen had to fight. The asshole that had tortured his Blue was sitting on the opposite side of the shed; broken nose and all.

His anger dissipated a little when he looked back at Jasmine. She was wearing the same cream colored sweater she'd worn the last night she'd been in his home. Except, Jasmine had been in just the sweater and not the olive green cargo pants she wore now.

There was so much he wanted to say to her; going on two weeks since he had seen her and now she was so close. But this wasn't why he had called them here; Brady and Blue needed them.

Owen shook the thoughts from his head as he took four giant steps and was at the back of their jeep in a matter of seconds. He pulled out each of the girls' medical bags reaching out to hand Jasmine her own.

"We don't have a lot of time and one of them is definitely for you this time around."

Jasmine didn't know if she could use words after the way he had just looked at her. So she nodded her head instead and took her bag from him. Brady needed her.

She went to take the vet bag from Owen when he simply shook his head no and ushered her towards the cages.

"I've got this."

They all started making their way towards the first cage. Barry meeting them in the middle as he rushed forward to put his respective code into the keypad followed by his thumb print.

"Where did you guys put Brady?" Jasmine asked getting ready to head into whatever direction they sent her.

"Before you go Jazz I'm gonna need you to help me sedate Blue."

"Amber I don't think I really have time for this-"

"Just two minutes or less Jazz, please."

Send her inside to check the inside of a T-Rex's mouth for build up or gingivitis and Amber would do great. Have her go anywhere near any one of Owen's raptors and suddenly she's six years old all over again and worried about the boogeyman.

"Let's make this quick."

As one whole unit all four of them stepped inside the large cubicle made of steel. On the opposite side to the west of them was the last gate that led out into the glade. Delta, Echo, and Charlie stood on the opposite sides. Chirping and snapping as they tried to get close to a snarling Blue who had her face securely locked in the metal harness.

Amber swallowed hard as she motioned for Owen to hand her the bag. He instantly obliged; she set it down at her feet and kneeled down next to it. It only took Amber a brief couple of minutes until she had a pair of black latex gloves on. She fiddled around in the bag some more until she produced a syringe with the only needle that they'd found that could penetrate the thick hide of the animals. Just looking at the needle made Jasmine want to faint. It was about as wide as the tip of a cotton swab and just about as long as the head of a steak knife.

The metal caught the light, and as Jasmine observed Blue, she watched what looked like memorization click behind yellowish-brown orbs. The intelligence there made Jasmine catch her breathe; just a second before Blue began to thrash anew in her submissive restraints.

Amber wasn't paying any attention. She was simply filling the syringe with anesthetic and watching the dosage. Owen and Barry instantly started coming over to soothe her, but Blue's eyes were locked on to her sisters' position on the floor with the needle in her hand.

The chirping quickly changed to full throated outcries from the girls' on the other side, causing Owen to turn instinctively to check on them. One of them rushed the cage; the agility behind the jump and seeing her holding on to the cage bars impressed the hell out of Jasmine, at the same time making her want to piss herself.

"Delta; Lock it up!" Owen ordered as he moved closer to the cage.

He pointed at Delta, her hide reminding Jasmine of the forest floor.

"Don't think I don't see you Charlie. You sneaky little shit."

Jasmine felt a slit tugging on her lips as she fought not to smile. The Alpha and his pack. More like a proud poppa if you asked her.

Her moment of enjoying the view was brief as Blue's thrashing renewed and the growling escalated to a full throat cry. Jasmine turned to face her and locked eyes with the animal. Barry was rubbing the top of her head, his other hand rubbing the underside of her neck. Jasmine's eyes still locked on Blue, she took a calm step to the side until she was standing directly in front of Blue.

Jasmine was trying to block Blue's view of Amber and the needle and realized that once she did, Blue's struggle to break out of the cage slowly began to cease.

"It's alright Blue. I understand you completely. I don't like needles much myself," Jasmine began. She reached out her hand to let Blue get her sent and continued further down to lay a gentle touch on the side of her head.

When Blue let out a small growl it took everything in Jasmine not to flinch or even to shake as her hand slid half way down her neck. She was trying to soothe her and strangely enough, Jasmine thought it was working.

"You're a smart girl, aren't you? You know more than we think you do."

Jasmine was so lost in the darkness and knowledge behind those slatted eyes that she hadn't noticed that Owen's entire focus was on her.

Owen had never once taken Jasmine over here to the enclosure. Never once brought her to meet the girls'. He wanted to believe that maybe she held Blue's attention because she could smell him faintly on Jasmine's skin or smell him on her sweater. It was possible, but in the short time he'd known Jasmine, he knew she was meticulous about cleaning and keeping things in order. He felt the same way when it came to his tools and spare parts for his bike. Everything was lined up and everything had its own place. It was a military thing.

But watching her now, the way he could tell she was terrified but in awe of his main girl, Blue, but kept trying to comfort her was getting to him. Owen had told himself when he saw her again he would give her a good ass chewing, tell her what's what, and send her ass on her way. But that deceptive feeling in his chest was brewing as he listened to the words she said; the amount of respect that was drenched in them as she spoke each one to Blue.

She must have felt him staring too hard because she finally broke eye contact and set those honey brown eyes he loved to watch flutter closed beneath him, right on him.

All thought was broken when Amber came into view with the needle. All the calming that Jasmine had been able to do (Barry had even stepped back to watch) was instantly broken when Blue's eyes caught sight of Amber and that big ass needle.

Jasmine was startled out of the calm she'd created for the two as the growling was renewed along with her thrashing. She'd almost got her hand slammed into the metal of the jaw pen but was able to jerk her hand back just in time. Owen reacted without even thinking and came by her side; one hand on Blue and the other clutching onto Jasmine's while he examined it.

"You okay?"

Jasmine found herself looking up, so far up, into worried olive green eyes and did her best to remember to breathe. She slide her hand out of his and tried to remain calm.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. She just startled me is all."

"Gentlemen I'll need your help to hold her steady so I can administer the medication."

"No Amber wait!" Jasmine began holding her hands up to block her from coming closure to a very agitated Blue. "If you give her that shot she will never forgive you. She doesn't like needles."

Amber rolled her eyes. They didn't have time for this kind of bullshit.

"And how can you tell she doesn't like needles, Dr. Dolittle?" she chided.

"Nobody likes needles. Obviously."

Barry choked back laughter as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth. Owen just rolled his tongue around in his cheek, hands on his waist, as he tried not to smile. Amber just looked as agitated as Blue probably felt.

"Then what do you suggest I do, huh? I can't exactly work on the wound and not have her sedated. It'll be too hard."

"Amber," Jasmine began walking forward and putting her hands on her sister's shoulders (completely dodging the still ginormous needle she was holding). "If there is anyone I know who can do this: you can. Just numb up the area and wait for it to sink in past the dermis. Take care of the damaged skin but don't put any bandages on her. She'll probably rip it off. I know you can do this, Amber."

Amber held on to her gaze for a moment longer. She was frustrated, Jasmine could see. But more than the frustration, she was scared. Herbivores had always been more her things and raptors, who had the agility like a cheetah but way more deadly, were most definitely not her thing.

She let out a long sigh as she finally placed the cap back onto the needle.

"Fine, fine. How do I get back to where the wound is? What if she tries to scratch me?" The worry was coming back on her face and Owen quickly cut in: "Barry is going to go back there with you. I promise you, Doc. You're going to be in great hands."

Jasmine shot him a suspicious glance.

"And where are you going to be?"

He took her gently by the arm and pressed the green button to open the gate.

"You and I have a patient we gotta go take care of."

Oh God! How could she have forgotten!?

"Oh fuck!" were the words that actually came out of her mouth. She felt horrified with herself and even though Owen looked amused at her choice of words, the obvious anxiety on his face was enough for her to feel the adrenaline ignite again in her chest.

"Where is he?"

They quickly ducked underneath the gate as Owen ushered her towards what she could only assume was maybe the employee office. When they entered it however, Jasmine realized it was more like a tool shed or a maintenance room. In the middle of all the tools and pulse rifles was a large center table. In the middle of that table was a ghostly pale Brady, a guard holding a completely blood soaked sheet to his thigh and knee.

She turned so fast on him Owen literally took a step back looking down at wild eyes.

"Jesus Owen! He needs to be transported ASAP."

"You know he won't make the ride if that leg isn't properly stitched and wrapped, Jazz," he whispered fiercely.

Owen took a step into her personal space and all she could smell for a second was the distinct smell that was all Owen: dirt, grease, and the faint hint of his cologne that had deteriorated by sweat. She wanted to touch him and have him touch her but that wasn't what they were here for and after what she'd heard, Jasmine shouldn't have felt any way about him. Period.

Taking in a deep breathe she gave him a quick nod. Noticing for the first time the tight lines that had formed as he looked down at her curiously, as if he could read what she had thought.

Jasmine turned on her heels and moved around to be beside the guard and placed her bag down next to Brady's feet. She shot him a comforting smile as she briefly took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

"How you doin' Brady?" she asked him voice light.

Brady tried to smile but it never formed. His eyes were fluttering and she could feel him attempt to squeeze her hand back but that never happened either. That one motion was able to tell her just enough before she started her assessment. Already able to see a blue tint to his lips; his hands clammy in her own.

"I've been better," he quipped.

"I bet. Can you lift the sheet up for me please?"

She indicated for the guard. He didn't have to lift it very far when blood started to flow freely from what looked to be at least a fourteen inch slice from the middle of his thigh to his knee. The gash on his thigh was deepest; looking almost an inch deep in thickness into the meat.

"He's lost at least a liter of blood already by the state of this sheet," Jasmine began digging into her bag this time to pull out her own black latex gloves. "Are you allergic to latex or any medications, Brady?" she asked as she slide each hand into the gloves.

"Just Amoxicillin," he stuttered.

"Well I won't be giving you any of that. I need one of you to run back out to the jeep and grab the blanket out of the emergency kit and bring it back as fast as you can. We need to elevate his legs to help slow the bleeding down while I'm working. Owen, I need you to get into my bag and get out the oxygen tank, a nonrebreathing mask, an IV needle, tubing, and a bag of insulin."

He walked over to her bag without being told twice and started digging into the bag getting out everything she'd asked in record time; even taking the time to begin to set up the tank and hooking up the tubing for the mask.

The guard was still standing next to her and she looked at him. Disbelief and agitation reflecting dangerously in her eyes.

"What the hell are you still doing here?! I need that blanket!"

Without a second thought he took off towards the door.

"Damn idiot!" she shouted as she barely had time to catch the cloth before it fell on the dirty floor. She placed it back on the wound realizing more blood had sprinkled onto the floor of the maintenance room.

"What happened?" Owen asked concerned.

He moved past her and set the oxygen tank next to Brady's head, turning on the oxygen and looking at her for direction.

"Turn it to fifteen and place it over his face. We have to keep his oxygen going. He's gotta stay hydrated and warm to try and keep the shock from progressing. If he gets into the third stage he'll die and all of this will be for nothing."

Owen did as she asked as she waited for him to come around to stand beside her. She quickly took off her sweater and felt more than saw his eyes go wide.

"I don't think now is the time for-"

"Don't flatter yourself," she spat back.

Jasmine almost wanted to take it back when his face constricted trying to keep the hurt her words produced off of his face. Almost. But she remembered someone needed her more than her problems.

"I need this to help keep his legs elevated. Can you please hold his knees up for me so I can slide this under him."

Even though she could feel he was reluctant Owen did as she asked. When the guard came rushing back in with the blanket, Owen snatched it from him and ordered him to go back and help Amber with Blue. When he came back into view (she was busy taking in Brady's pulse) he flung the blanket out and started tucking it around Brady. Leaving his torn leg and the one that now held the IV exposed.

"Owen-"Brady spoke softly.

Owen moved up into view so Brady wouldn't strain himself trying to see him.

"Owen man I'm so sorry. Is-is Blue okay?" he stammered his eyes fluttering shut.

Shaking his head with a smirk on his lips Owen lightly grasped the kids shoulder and looked him square in his eyes.

"You should be worried about you, Brady."

Brady shook his head or attempted the gesture. He swallowed a lot trying to get his next words out.

"I know how much you love them. I wasn't paying attention-I was clumsy I-"

Owen stopped him short, his grip on his shoulder gaining strength as he looked seriously at Brady. Waiting for the right time to speak until he knew Brady was focused on him.

"Hey, I do not blame you, you got that? Blue is okay. You are going to be okay."

Jasmine was so lost in the exchange that when Owen looked up at her, she still had the needle inside the morphine bottle. He looked from her to the bottle: "You gonna use that or fondle it some more."

She shot him a look and moved forward to inject the pain killer into Brady's IV.

"Alright Brady, I'm gonna give you some morphine. You're gonna feel it kick in, but soon you'll be feeling really good. Or at least better than you're feeling now."

Brady tried to respond through the mask but it all just sounded like a mumbled mess. Jasmine just looked down at him and smiled as she clicked the safety on the needle and put it in the portable sharps container in her duffle.

The medicine was going to need at least a couple minutes before she could begin to stitch up the leg, so she made sure she had all the tools she needed and that the tourniquet she'd placed above the cut was still in place.

Jasmine didn't see Owen move next to her more as she felt him. She was fiddling around with the instruments, counting the minutes, and trying her best to ignore him. But how do you just ignore Owen Grady? Every time he was around her Jasmine couldn't think right; let alone breathe properly. He was right up behind her now. She had to close her eyes as the heat radiated from his body onto her back. He was so close Jasmine was sure that if she just leaned her head back it would be resting on his chest.

"Owen-"Jasmine started trying to keep her voice from quivering.

"Are we ever going to talk about what happened?" he almost whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

She cleared her throat.

"Talk about what?"

"Don't play cute, Jazz. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

She turned to look at him then and fought not to let herself dissolve into a puddle before him.

"Last time I checked you liked it when I played cute."

"If you think ignoring me for two weeks is cute, we've got a lot to discuss."

Jasmine opened her mouth to snap something back at him in return when Grady's weak voice offered some support…for the wrong team.

"You should talk to him, Jasmine. He needs to it. When he talks to himself he'll pretend you're responding. His female voice is terrifying."

"Yes, thank you for that added push of support," Owen cut in. His cheeks flaring up a bright red as he placed his hands on his hips.

Jasmine looked up at him amused.

"And how do our arguments end, Owen?"

"Usually a lot better than they start." He leaned over and placed the oxygen mask back over Brady's nose and mouth whispering, "Thanks for that, bud," and turned back to her. Racking a hand through his hair.

"I honestly don't think we have anything to talk about."

He snorted as he shook his head.

"Well how convenient for you, but it isn't that simple for me."

"You didn't get both of them injured just to get me out here did you?"

She was joking, Owen knew but still that sounded crazy, too crazy, even for him.

"That's just insane."

"Last time I checked you weren't necessarily the sanest person in the room."

Jasmine tried to put some space between them and that's when he touched her. It was a light grab of the elbow to keep her from moving too far from him.

"Owen-"

"I finished the bungalow, you know. I made it as…female friendly as possible."

Owen shot her that smirk that he knew turned her knees to jelly. He'd used it on her when they'd taken their first shower together. He'd sent the sexy look her way and he'd had to grab a hold of her just to keep her centered against him.

"Owen," Jasmine started again. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Irritation shimmered across his face; his features turning hard.

"Is this because of what I said? Was it too much to handle because from the readings I was getting from you, it seemed that you felt the same way-"

Jasmine scoffed in disbelief.

"What'd you say?" Brady asked, scaring them both.

"Mask back on Brady!" Owen ordered pointing at the mask then back at his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with that. And by the way, who just says I love you?"

Owen's eyes narrowed on her as his mouth dropped open exasperated.

"Why not? That's how I feel. And what do you mean who just says 'I love you'? People say it when they feel it. It's a thing!"

"Because Owen! We've never even been out on an actual date."

"And whose fault is that Jasmine!"

It came out a lot louder than he'd intended. Owen looked around and outside the door to make sure no one else was listening when he placed his hand down on the work table, his other hand on his belt, as he looked down at her. Taking in her features and seeing the wild look of panic that was crossing her face.

"Whose fault is it?" he whispered down to her; both of them locked in their own heated game of a staring contest.

"You really should let him take you on a date," Brady cut in again.

"Shut up Brady!" they both shouted.

When they both turned back to each other, Jasmine couldn't hold in what she knew any longer. The thing that made her sick; the thing that made her heart hurt the most.

"Speaking of dates," she hissed the venom in her words causing Owen to take a noticeable step back, "I hear you went on a date recently. With Claire. My sister's girlfriend!"

This time Jasmine had to look around to make sure no one (especially her sister) heard her sudden outburst. When she looked back at Owen he was regaining his composer, but she had seen the shock and now the panic that lit up a fire behind his beautiful, heart crushing eyes.

Damn it, she was not going to cry.

"How did you hear about that?"

A not so very amused laugh left her as she looked up at the roof. She refused to even allow her mind to think about brushing away tears; angry tears or sad it didn't matter.

"You worried because you got caught?"

"No, I'm just asking. And it wasn't even enjoyable."

Owen cringed as she did that maniac laugh again.

"Oh yeah, that makes it so much better!"

"Jesus no that isn't what I'm saying!"

"What I'm saying Owen is this. You went out on a date with my sister's girlfriend and thought I wouldn't hear about it. What makes you think that Amber won't hear about it?! If she ever finds out she will be devastated. And why the hell did she say yes to going out with you in the first place-"

"I don't know!" Owen seethed. "That is something you're gonna have to take up with her. But I don't have to take this shit from you. We were never exclusive. I told you I loved you and you told me, 'that's nice.' That's nice! And then I don't hear from you for weeks and watch as you flat out ignore me, and you want to get pissy with me about going on a date?!"

Jasmine knew she probably deserved some of that. It was true. Instead of being able to respond like a rational human being she'd acted like a thirteen year old boy. Ignored his feelings and ran. Classic Jasmine. As she shook her head she felt a tear finally fall free from her and she angrily rubbed it away.

Owen wanted to take a step forward, to comfort her, but he held his ground. Stupid or not he held it.

Crossing her arms protectively over her center Jasmine liked her lips as she finally looked back up at him. Hardening herself and realizing she had a bigger job to do.

"If you don't mind leaving Mr. Grady, I have a patient I need to take care of."

It hurt. It hurt him more than he thought it would. She'd used his last name instead of his first. It was the first time she'd ever done it and it hurt like hell watching her mentally shut him out. The anger making her pretty features something violent and hard. He wanted to argue but he thought better of it and silently moved to the door and left.

It had taken Jasmine close to an hour to finally stitch up Brady's entire wound. She would get up every fifteen minutes or so, checking his vitals and making sure his condition was steady and not getting worse. The whole time she kept hearing their argument over and over again on repeat in her mind.

She'd had the balls to say what she'd known for a week.

Owen had gone out on another date with a woman, never mind the sister's girlfriend part. He'd allowed another trainer to put him on a damn date with another woman. A woman!

Let alone the fact that Claire, fucking Claire, had allowed the same bullshit knowing that she was actually supposedly, in a damn committed relationship with her sister.

Along with so many other thoughts, Jasmine had decided she needed a good word with the lovely director.

It shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did. But Jasmine knew that it did because without ever thinking it she thought of Owen as hers. But when he'd said those three words…she'd instantly turned into her father.

Not the world's greatest role model.

When she'd walked out of the maintenance shed she'd found Owen standing a few feet away deep in a conversation with Amber and Barry. On the far left she saw an emergency ambulance waiting with a gurney to come and get Brady from her. She quickly ushered them in, informing the paramedic of what she'd done, what she'd given him, the hour, and the dosage. The whole time she'd felt Owen's eyes on her back, boring holes in between her shoulder blades.

If Jasmine could've gotten on the ambulance with Brady, she would have. But it was time to be a big girl and put on her big girl pants.

She walked over to the small group and immediately answered Barry's question: "Is he going to be alright?"

"He's going to be just fine. He's going to need a blood transfusion and be on close watch but he should be alright."

Barry clasped an appreciative hand on her shoulder a tight lipped smile on his face.

"You are a good doctor."

"Whoa I'm not a doctor. Just a highly trained evolved monkey."

"It's too late for the evolution speech, Jazz," Amber huffed. "Are you ready? You definitely look like you need a shower."

Amber motioned to her blood covered clothes. Try as you might to keep things you don't want on you, off of you, it never seems to work.

"A shower would be good but uhm…Owen could I talk to you for a sec?"

Jasmine wasn't sure he would even allow her to have even a second. When Owen actually looked at her his expression was blank; completely serious and void of any emotion to hint to her what he was feeling. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he motioned with his head for her to follow him.

When they were far enough away from the others he finally motioned around them: "Step into my office."

Jasmine couldn't help it; she snorted as she shook her head walking a little more in front of him before she turned to face him.

"Office?"

"The whole jungle is my office, baby."

He was flirting with her. It was a good sign.

"Look," she began rubbing the back of her neck. "I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have been upset-"

"Is Jasmine Everrwood seriously trying to apologize right now?" he teased.

Owen had his hands tucked in his belt; he took small kicking steps towards her and damn if he didn't look good. She squared her shoulders and stuck her chin in the air.

Oh god, I'm Claire, she thought beyond mortified.

"I was until Owen Grady acted like a jackass and ruined it. Now I think I'm just gonna take it back."

"Oh, no," he cooed. He was only two feet away from her and growing closer. That sexy smirk lifting his lips as he looked at her like he could read her. Was it suddenly hot in here or was it just her? "This isn't second grade. There are no take backs."

Her pulse had picked up speed; she swore she could hear it thundering in her chest. Owen was finally before her and he wasted no time taking a hand and placing it on her lower back, pulling her towards him.

There was a painfully obvious height difference between them. He was all height and toned muscles and…god all she could feel was the heat coming from his hand.

"What I think you hate the most, Jazz is that I can read you."

"Don't be so cocky."

He shrugged his shoulders his eyes never leaving hers as his smile only widened.

"Is it really called being cocky if I'm right."

His hands suddenly shot down and grabbed her by her thighs and hoisted her up so her legs wrapped perfectly around him. Instantly putting their lips millimeters a part. It was almost like he could breathe her to him.

"If you want to kiss me, you have my permission," he teased noticing the direction of her eyes.

"I'd rather make out with my own hand."

Owen let out a noise of frustration as he growled, "Women," and crashed his lips down on hers.

Jasmine instantly felt herself melt into him; one hand holding her up while another slid up the back of her tank and out until it cupped her face, just as Owen deepened the kiss.

If she couldn't say she loved him back yet, that was fine. For now. But she wasn't going to run from how he felt anymore. Owen put everything he felt for her in that kiss and if he couldn't tell, it was turning her legs to jelly.

The moan that crawled up her throat and vibrated against their lips made a growl sound from deep in his chest.

Why the hell weren't they at his bungalow?

Reluctantly they both pulled away and he set her feet back down on the ground. He pulled her in for a tight hug; not ready to feel her away from him yet. Owen kissed the top of her head and marveled at the fact her hair was still able to keep the scent of her coconut shampoo when he felt her chuckle beneath him.

"This is hardly an appropriate time to be laughing."

"Oh I think it's the perfect time," Jasmine giggled as she nudged her head in the direction of the cage.

He looked over and found his girls' staring at him and Jasmine. Delta's head cocked to the side as she took in the pair and finally Echo let out a chirping noise that the other's instantly followed.

"Well this is awkward," Owen responded as he looked back down at Jasmine as she peeled herself away from him.

"I better go. I'm sure Amber is tired of waiting."

Owen gave a nod of understanding.

"So I'll be seeing you tonight," he inquired an amused smile playing on his lips. "I'll make sure to leave the window unlocked and everything."

Jasmine knew it wasn't really a request but more of a demand. Normally, it would have pissed her off. But what had just happened a few minutes ago between them, all it really did was make her, well, horny.

"You're not off the hook that easy, Grady," she answered, her voice hinted with a light purr as she shot him a seductive look, continuing to walk backwards.

Owen's face turned stone cold serious; a man in complete overdrive with lust as he promised her one more thing: "If you don't show up tonight I will come hunting for you. And you know you can't hide from me baby."

With that Jasmine turned on her heel to face front; allowing him to catch a view as she walked away.

"We'll see about that," she mumbled to herself.