Two hundred words exactly. By accident, but an achievement none the less. =-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or a sense of clothing style, but that never stopped me.
"What do you think it is?" whispered Jess, nervously looking over Becker's shoulder.
"I don't know. I can't identify a species from the pitch of your screams. I'm not Abby."
"Are you taking this seriously? It could be dangerous." Becker closed his eyes briefly and summoned up some patience to reply to the field co-ordinate. He leaned back and looked at Jess.
"Why don't you," began Becker, picking his words carefully, "Go and write a report? Or something?" He rested his forearm on the desk of the ADD.
"This is where I work and it's been invaded," she said, as if he'd just said the most stupid comment in the world. "I'm not going to... LOOK, THERE!" She screamed suddenly and Becker grimaced as his ears protested.
Turning back to the area below the desk, his eyes caught a tiny movement just by the right hand leg support. Reaching out, he cupped his hands and scooped the offender out. Jess backed away.
"What's going on here?" asked Abby, as she walked up. Becker noticed he had an audience.
"Just creature transportation. I'm branching out from the dinosaur trade into spider removal." He swept past, off to find an open window.
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