A/N: First, I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to get out.

Second, based on a few reviews and PMs that I've been getting, it seems that some of you are thinking that the EXTRAS are a part of the story. I just want to let you know that they are not. They're just funny bits I throw in the end based on ideas I get. They have absolutely nothing to do with the story at all.

Third, please enjoy this latest installment.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic World or anything about it. I do love dinosaurs though.

"So we're in agreement that none of this was my fault, right?" Owen asked Claire very seriously.

After the early morning hunt, Owen had planned to go back to his bungalow and sleep the day away without waiting to see whether not his day off had been approved. Unfortunately, the others had gotten called back to the main building. He had no choice but to tag along since they couldn't make a quick stop at his bungalow due to a road closure. It was still raining hard enough for him to not be in the mood to walk. So he decided to go and grab some breakfast until he noticed Claire and changed course to talk to her.

"For the last time…" Claire grounded out, trying not to yell. The morning had been a very long one, and in-between investors calling and supervisors complaining, she did not need Owen Grady around right now. "I know! It wasn't your fault, Mr. Grady. You can stop saying that. If you say it one more time, I will place full blame on you."

"I'm just checking." Owen said, raising his hands up in defense and backing away slowly. It was necessary to make sure that Claire agreed. It wouldn't have been the first time that Claire had blamed him for something that wasn't his fault. Or at the very least, only partially his fault. Lately, he had started to make sure that he knew that things weren't his fault ever since he had gotten partially blamed for the Velociraptors escape. No matter what, he didn't want more night duty. He hated night duty almost as much as Vic, and that was saying something.

"Well its fine," Claire fought not to roll her eyes. It was getting increasingly difficult for her to get rid of Owen. Usually Zara would assist her in getting rid of Owen by sending his attention elsewhere. Lately though, Zara was being rather lax with keeping Owen away from her. She hoped that it wasn't because Zara had given up on trying to get rid of Owen. They needed to have a united front to keep up with the man. Owen is as resilient as he is annoying. "What are you even doing here? I thought you had the day off. Ray requested it for you and Mr. Masrani approved... For some dumb reason." She mumbled the last part out silently.

"That true," Owen nodded with a happy smile. "But I have some stuff to take care of here. So I thought I'd stop by. Plus I couldn't get back to my bungalow anyways, so…"

"Really?" Claire turned to look at him, double-checking to make sure that he hadn't grabbed something that he shouldn't have. "And what would that be exactly?"

Owen shrugged reservedly. He was pretty sure that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Claire that he had planned to check on the Indominus Rex, or that he had named them Frost and Gale, and that he was raising them without anyone knowing. He was pretty surprised at the last fact. But then again, security was pretty lax around the park. It was a really good thing that the general public didn't know. Owen was sure that if he wanted, he could run off with some dinosaurs. He had half a mind to, sometimes. Those thoughts always disappeared after recalling the last 3 Jurassic Park incidents. It would never be worth it.

"Mr. Grady?" Claire asked, snapped a finger in front of his face to get his attention.

"Huh?" Owen turned to look at Claire and was about to answer when his stomach answered for him with a growl. "Um, yeah. Food. I'm here for food." He said, unnecessarily pointing towards the cafeteria.

"What a coincidence," Zara said. "I'm actually in the mood for some food as well."

Owen and Claire both turned to see Zara walking towards them. Claire with relief and Owen with dread. Zara walked up to them and turned to look at each of them critically. After seeing that they weren't fighting, she smirked and turned towards Owen.

"So how was your hunting trip?" Zara asked conversationally.

"Don't remind me," Owen groaned at the unneeded reminder. "That was the worst hunting trip ever… of all time."

"Really?" Zara laughed, although it was a bit strained. She glanced over Owen to check for injuries. "Well, at least you're in one piece. The last worker who ran into the Metriacanthosaurus wasn't so lucky. There are still parts of him out there, you know? People say that he's still looking for the rest of himself, to become whole again."

"That's not funny." Owen said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. It was hard to tell if Zara was being serious or not. Zara's morbid humor was hard to keep up with. He could believe a worker being killed by it before. But the latter part was a bit too much. He hated ghost stories. And creatures that wanted to eat him. And Vic.

"Relax," Zara rolled her eyes. "It was just a joke. Anyway, I'm not really in the mood to go to NOBU today. Not when it's raining this hard out. Even if the worst of the storm is over, most of the park is still closed as a precaution. So how about we just eat here today?"

'There is a God.' Owen though with no small amount of relief. Outwardly, he simply nodded with a small smile. Once Zara turned to Claire, it turned into a full-fledged grin.

"I've finished compiling the reports sent in from the other areas." Zara stated before handing Claire a folder. "The main issues are in there. I say main issues, but they're all small things. The problem is the quantity. I've already told the repair crews to work overtime, so we'll be done before tomorrow morning. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Claire glanced at Owen before looking back at Zara. She had half a mind to give Zara a pointless task just to keep her away from Owen. If it weren't for the fact that they both would have easily seen through it, she would have sent Zara to go check another area. "No, it's all right Zara. I'll take a look at these and text you if I need assistance."

Claire shot Owen a subtle glare before turning and leaving abruptly.

"I think that she's still mad about the date." Zara whispered once Claire was out of earshot.

"What is with you and reminding me of bad memories today?" Owen grumbled.

"I like to keep those memories alive," Zara answered swiftly. "Now come on, let's go eat."

"I'd rather have those memories die." Owen said before following her into the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was really empty today. It wasn't a surprise. Most of the workers were busy doing damage control. The tourists were only allowed to access their rooms and safe areas. While the main building was a safe area, it seemed like no one wanted to walk in the storm to get there. Owen could empathize with that. He would probably be staying in there until the storm passed. The couch in the break room was comfy, when one had no better options.

As Owen looked over the food options, he glanced at Zara. The dark circles under her eyes were very telling. He was pretty sure that he didn't look better. The one plus side about being forced to run in the rain was that it counted as his shower for the day and it washed off the sweat from the entire ordeal. The only issue was the ozone smell covering him. Luckily, Zara hadn't commented on it yet. It was only a matter of time though. Zara would most likely notice it more after her first cup of coffee. He turned back to the breakfast buffet and decided to grab some bacon and eggs alongside a cup of juice. Beside him, Zara grabbed the same before walking back towards the table without a word. Owen decided to grab a cup of coffee before following her.

"Are you ok?" Owen asked after sitting across from her.

"I'm pretty sure that that's my line." Zara said humorlessly.

"Well I asked first," Owen absentmindedly stabbed a piece of bacon and stuffed it in his mouth. "So answer me."

"Why are you eating your bacon with a fork?" Zara asked instead.

"Eh," Owen shrugged before stabbing another piece of bacon. "I just felt like it. Are you going to keep deflecting my question?" He couldn't tell her that he just felt like stabbing something. There was no way that he was going to be forced to see a psychiatrist. Again.

"So how are your nieces?" Zara asked. This time she was staring down at her plate as she asked while playing around with her eggs. She fidgeted a bit, realizing that her attempts to deflect his question had been noticed.

Owen had to think for a second before realizing what Zara was asking about. Frost and Gale. "They're… energetic."

Owen hoped that they were fine. He had gone to try to check up on them earlier, but the whole floor was on lock down. The power outage must have affected the labs. Unfortunately, that made it completely off limits for him. He did manage to check on his pack for a bit. That had to end quickly because it was feeding time, for him and them. He would have stayed and eaten with them, but he had learned a long time ago that his food was their food. And he wasn't in the mood to be sharing right now. Plus, he had the ozone smell going on and they practically chased him out. Apparently they weren't into the whole after rain smell. He would have to remember that.

"Oh?" Zara's eyes seemed to brighten a bit. "They arrived? That's great! Do you have pictures?"

Owen winced. That would be problematic. "Um… Not on me." Nor would he; ever. Having pictures on his phone of hybrid dinosaurs that he shouldn't know existed would cause problems if anyone ever found and looked through his phone. He hadn't lost his phone yet since coming to Jurassic world, and it would suck if he started now.

"Well get some so I can see." Zara demanded, pointing her fork at him in a threatening manner.

Owen supposed it was meant to be threatening, but he found it kind of cute. He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of her trying to stab him with the fork. He quickly stopped after she moved the fork closer to his throat. "Woah woah! I got it! Fine."

"Good." Zara smirked and withdrew the fork to resume eating.

"So I guess you're not ok?" Owen asked, seeing that Zara wouldn't reply.

Zara froze for a second before resuming eating.

"Did something happen here while I was gone?" Owen continued his line of questioning.

"Drop it, Mr. Grady." Zara said tiredly.

"It's back to Mr. Grady now, is it?" Owen groaned. "Come on, I thought we went over this."

"Maybe is you stopped being an idiot, I'd reconsider." Zara joked.

"Could an idiot take down a Metriacanthosaurus," Owen said. "Or say it, for that matter. Seriously I hate these names they come up with for dinosaurs. Like, it could have been called a smaller T-Rex and I'd be ok with it."

"Maybe you aren't an idiot," Zara conceded reluctantly. "But you are a kid."

Owen pointed at her. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"My point still stands." Zara sighed despondently.

Owen stabbed another piece of bacon and took a bite, deciding to wait until Zara answered his question.

The silence continued, and Owen took this time to observe Zara. As always, her clothing was immaculate. Even if she wasn't wearing her usual Jurassic World outfit, the obvious fashion-conscious woman was dressed to impress. Who, Owen could never be sure. Probably Claire Dearing. However, there was a difference he could see today. She had dark rings under her eyes and less make up on. That could easily be attributable to the early unwelcome wakeup call they had gotten. Still, Owen was pretty sure that Zara could have easily worked around it. Claire had, from what he had seen when he met her earlier.

Owen decided to switch to eating his eggs. He had to hand it to the Jurassic World chefs, usually cafeteria food sucked but here at Jurassic World that wasn't the case at all. They really spared no expense when it came to anything. Nothing was cheap here. He was sure that the chefs had to pass a rigorous test in order to work there, never mind the obviously top quality ingredients. He was lucky that he hadn't needed to go through any testing in order to get his position. Although in his case, his record with the Navy spoke for itself. That and his Skype interview with Simon Masrani had gone swimmingly.

The noise and appearance of a large group drew Owen's attention to the entrance of the cafeteria. Appearing as one singular tired mass was the crew working in the control center. Or half of them, at least. Owen couldn't help but wince as he saw their tired faces. If there was ever anyone he pitied more than himself here, it was them. And it's wasn't just because of the fact that they were forced to see Claire on a daily basis. Although he'd be lying if he said that wasn't the main reason for it.

They came in and sat down immediately. Some banged their heads on the table. Owen couldn't be sure, but he could swear that he could hear some of them snoring. A few managed to force themselves up again to go and get some food. Owen was forced to turn away from the sad sight and looked to Zara only to see that she had left. Apparently while he was distracted she had ditched him, leaving her tray behind.

"Shit." Owen muttered. Maybe he should've tried to harder to get her to talk about what was going on. He had a slight suspicion that it was because of him. He couldn't be sure about why though. Sighing, he got up and left. There were some other things he needed to do, like getting that reservation at NOBU for later.

"So what's going on here?" Vic asked aloud as he walked into the laboratory. No one answered him. All of the scientists were frantically running around checking on data and reports. He looked around, noting that a few of his soldiers in disguise were looking away from him. He frowned and looked around again for Henry.

Everyone was busy, even more than the staff working in control. Luckily, the lab had a couple of backup generators so there couldn't have been an issue related to the power going down. It was kept separate from the rest of the power outlay as well, in order to ensure what affected the rest of the island wouldn't affect these few special floors. It would be catastrophic if the dinosaur eggs and babies were to be injured or worse.

Henry was in his office like usual, staring at his computer screen idly. He looked up and noticed Vic staring at him before looking back in computer.

Vic grit his teeth before walking over. He took notice of the pieces of amber lining the walls. They had used to belong to John Hammond, yet after he had sold the park and everything in it to Simon, Henry had managed to get Simon to keep them in the labs. Vic doubted that Simon knew at the time that they would be going in Henry's private office, yet that was a small matter. They had still gotten used anyways. This was just their resting place. And it was mainly old school stuff. The new dinosaurs were being outsourced from other countries. Unfortunately, for this park at least, other countries were thinking of making their own dinosaur parks. Fortunately, none of them had someone like Henry Wu working for them.

'Although we're somewhat unfortunate for being stuck with a man like Doc Wu.' Vic thought to himself. It was a pain dealing with the egotistical doctor. Even if it was somewhat deserved considering how he was the main reason the park existed after John Hammond.

Henry continued to look at his computer screen, idly typing at times.

Vic waited a minute before coughing loudly.

"What do you need, Hoskins?" Henry asked dully. He kept his eyes on his screen, his eye twitched minutely at the unwelcome interruption.

"I was just wondering how things were going with you eggheads down here," Vic said with a careless shrug. "It seems like you're having problems."

"Do not insult my intelligence," Henry said slowly, looking up from his screen to stare at Vic. "You and I both know the real reason that you're here. The twins have escaped, and you're here to see how it's being taken care of."

"Well you know me," Vic laughed exuberantly. "I just had to see how the little terrors are doing on their first night out. So, is anyone dead yet?"

"No," Henry fought not to roll his eyes at the man and instead turned back to his screen. "There have been no sightings of them. The rain has washed away their footprints. They are hard to see because visibility is bad, although I thought that them having white scales would assist our security with finding them. Unfortunately, that is not the case. Masrani and Dearing are still unaware of the situation. I've held off on telling them, as you advised. It doesn't really matter to me though either way. Once they were born, I was done with them."

"That's cold," Vic said, though the grin on his face showed how little he really cared about Henry's viewpoint. "You're like the daddy of all of the dinos here. Or their God, maybe? Either way, you made them."

"I made them because I was asked to," Henry corrected tartly. "And I did it to see whether or not that I could. Of course, I was able to. And I will admit, it was an interesting experiment. I had some reservations with making the Indominus Rex. Thanks to your subtle suggestion to Masrani during that event last year, I was asked to make them. Now, however, I can see that it was surprisingly simple. Of course, there was a certain pool of dinosaurs that I had to choose from. And, in addition, I made use of modern creatures to fill in the blanks. It certainly could have been harder, but the product is finished. There is no longer any reason for me to be involved with it."

"I noticed," Vic said dryly. He sat down in the chair with a heavy sigh, knowing that it would irritate the touchy scientist. "We'll wait until nightfall to let the boss know about the situation. I'll come up with a suitable lie by then. After all, how could we have caught them so quickly? The cameras weren't installed, since we knew some hackers would try to get in and get an early peek. And the trackers? They're too young to have them installed. Besides, they were in a safe area. There was absolutely no need. What I wonder is how they managed to get out of the building so quickly. They spent their whole lives, regardless of how short, completely in that room. They shouldn't have been able to escape so easily."

"Perhaps they smelled the outside world and decided to go and take a look," Henry said disinterestedly. Sighing at the lack of silence, he locked his computer and stood up. "In any case, it appears like they need some assistance out there. I have to go. I trust that you know your way out."

"So cold," Vic chuckled before following Henry out. Once they were out of the office, he turned to leave the lab before pausing. "By the way, got any advice for my men when they see the little white devils?"

"Don't underestimate them." Henry said simply before walking away.

Night had finally fallen at Jurassic World. With that, the day was finally done and Owen could finally sleep. He took a bunch of power naps during the day to recuperate from the morning ordeal, but that could never fully match a good night's rest. He pushed his bike next to his bungalow and tossed a tarp over it to protect it from the elements. There was no need to bring it inside since the storm was over. Luckily, his bungalow had managed to remain in one piece. Although, when he got time, he would have to bring everything back outside to get it to how it properly looked before the storm had hit. Taking the guard's advice the night before was a good idea. He had taken all of his stuff indoors to protect it from the storm. Although now the inside of the bungalow was messier than ever, and the outside was strangely bare.

Owen glanced around the inside of his place. It had definitely seen better days. It was a really good thing that he didn't have a roommate. They probably would have taken one look and left after seeing the state of the place. He turned his computer on before going over to his fridge to grab dinner. He paused once he was closer. The fridge door was open for some reason. He closed it while thinking back to the morning. He could have sworn that he didn't grab anything. No, he knew that he didn't. He glanced around uneasily. There was nothing out of place. Well, he doubted he could have been able to tell regardless considering the state of the place.

After looking around for a few minutes, he decided to give up and grab a slice of pizza before going over to his computer. He checked the news for a brief minute before noticing that he had gotten a new e-mail, from Ellie. He opened it quickly.

Mr. Grady,

I'll let you know soon. Just stay safe. I heard that a storm is going to hit soon, try not to get caught up in it. Please reply as soon as you can. If you're dead, never mind.

Sincerely,

Ellie Reiman

Owen snorted at the advice. The e-mail had most likely been sent ages ago. She was probably worried that a similar situation to the last time a big storm had hit the park would have happened. Luckily for all parties involved, it didn't. It was still good to see that she care enough to check in on him. Somewhat. He decided to quickly reply.

Mrs. Reiman,

I'm still alive. I had to chase down an angry Metriaconthosaurus this morning though. That sucked. It's all good now though. I'm back home and about to sleep. If you want, I can probably score you a ticket to Jurassic World, if you're up for it. Let me know soon.

Owen

Owen checked over his message to make sure there was nothing else that needed to be said. Once he was sure that it was satisfactory, he sent it. Getting up with a yawn, he put shut his computer down and started to change his clothes. As he neared his bed, he fell into it only to quickly spin off of it once angry growls came out from under his blanket.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Owen ran for his gun only to trip over a pizza box on the ground. He swore loudly and reached to try to grab his gun when the growl turned to a familiar chitter. He froze and turned around to check on his bed.

Sitting there were two very familiar looking dinosaurs. Well, familiar aside from their coloring. A black and blue looking Frost and Gale stared back at him. To be clear, Frost was staring. Gale was undoubtedly glaring at him.

"Frost? Gale? What?" Owen couldn't believe his eyes. There was no way that they had made it to his bungalow. There was just no way that it was possible. The evidence was, unfortunately, right there before his eyes.

At the sound of his voice, Frost chittered and jumped over the bed. She carefully made her way past the empty pizza box, looking at it uncertainly, before making her way over to Owen. Once she was there, she looked up at him and made an attempt at a roar. It came out as more of a squeak though. Owen smiled at the sight, but the smile quickly left his face as he forced himself to recall that he now had two Indominus Rex babies in his bungalow. Two very expensive, very dangerous, and very not his Indominus Rex babies.

"Son of a bitch…" Owen muttered as Gale made her way over only to stop at the pizza box and start to eat it. "That's not supposed to be eaten Gale! Spit it out!"

EXTRA

"So you guys are the experts that Claire called in?" Owen asked conversationally to the newcomers who were following behind him.

"That's right," The man said with a shrug. He ran his fingers through his bright blonde hair and laughed ironically. "We're sort of experts when it comes to monsters."

"Well that sounds promising," Owen smiled in relief. It was hard to find good help. Hopefully these people would be able to get the job done. "We could use all the help that we could get in figuring out just what's going on here."

"So we've heard," One of the women said. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything other than her reflection in her mirror. "Hey, can we stop by the gift shop before we start?"

The other women rolled her eyes before going back to reading the Jurassic World brochure.

"Oh! Oh!" One of the men exclaimed. He grabbed his stomach and looked at the blonde-haired man pleadingly. "And the food court! I'm starving…"

Behind them, their dog whined in agreement.

"Sure," Owen turned and starting walking in another direction. He motioned for the others to follow him. "We can do both. Claire can wait."

"Thanks," The apparent leader said gratefully. "And I'm sorry about them."

"It's no big deal," Owen grinned. He was pretty sure that they would get along just fine. The leader appeared to be as easy-going as he was. "By the way, my name is Owen Grady. Please, call me Owen."

"It's nice to meet you Owen," The leader said, putting his hand forward to shake Owen's. "My name is Fred, the hungry guy is Shaggy. The girls are Daphne and Velma. And lastly, this fella here is Scooby Doo."

A/N: A guest suggested that I should have Owen go to the Triceratops Territory. I've decided to go with it. I'm not sure what chapter it will happen in, but at some point Owen will be there for some reason. So thank you guest.

And… Since I took so long to update this, you can (hopefully) expect a new update within 2 weeks.

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