Hello to everyone reading this story!

Ok, so, this is my second 'long' fic about Primeval, and I can't help but put Jess as heroine. Again. I don't know why, she seems the type.

Anyway, there should not be any spoiler, and can be placed anytime during the fourth season.

Unlike 'Draig Cryf', this story is not entirely written as of now, so don't expect the same update rate as for the first story. This story is also (hopefully) shorter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval nor any of its characters and universe. I only own the plot (100% this time, I hope).

"…and that's exactly how I discovered it!" Connor finished, obviously excited.

Abby hummed in approval, but was more interested in curing the latest addition to her menagerie. He knew that noise.

"You didn't hear a word of what I was saying, right?" the young scientist accused after a moment's consideration.

"Connor, I tried to listen to you" Sort of, she admitted to herself "but that's the twelfth time – yes, I counted – that you've told me this story! I could narrate now, with all the dramatic sighs at all the good spots, just as well as you do."

"I know but that's just so-"

"-amazing yadda yadda yadda," the blond snorted, slightly exasperated at the distraction by now. "Connor, don't you have actual work to do?".

"There's nothing fun about watching the ADD all day long," he pouted.

"I don't see Jess getting bored with it. You know, she goes back through reports, checking CCTV and all those nice things that keep things livable around here…"

"But she's a perfectionist!" Was the young man's whine.

Finally, she snapped. Abby stopped what she was doing to turn and glare at Connor properly.

"No, she's not, she just thinks, unlike some people around here."

"When Becker's not around" Connor muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. Look," Connor slipped on a easy smile, ready to change the topic as soon as possible, "there's no anomaly, so I can spend time with you. Isn't that great? We don't seem to find time otherwise…"

Abby couldn't help but roll her eyes at his childish antics.

"We do too find time. But right now, we're at work, which means you have to go back to the ADD before an anomaly does happen while I do my job," she said firmly before dropping into an affectionate croon as she looked back at her charges, "which is looking after these angels. Understand?"

"Alright" Connor relented with as little grace as he could manage.

Jess had the day off, so Connor, poor Connor, was on ADD duty. Even if, he wouldn't really have missed an opportunity to go through the ADD, try all the settings before, and push a lot of buttons, he had found that talking with Abby was way more interesting. Now that diversion had been forbidden, though, he made his way toward the big computer, slouching into his seat with a scowl. Matt and Becker were nowhere in sight, most likely off to some training or going through the armory supply. Not fair.

Taking Abby's advice, he began to search through CCTV cameras looking for potential blackmail material, if possible against a certain soldier. Or anything interesting, really.

The alarm caught him in the middle of a yawn, startling him out of the digital-daze brought on by hours of finding nothing. Still, it didn't take long for him to snap to attention.

"There's an anomaly. Heddon Street right in the middle of London."

"Coordinates?" Matt asked behind him, retrieving the nearest black box.

"Already sent."

"Alright, I want Becker and the six guys on call with us going now!" The team leader barked. "Let's move!"

Connor watched on the internal CCTV cameras as the soldiers retrieved their weapons and geared up before sprinting for the cars.

"Connor, see if you can find any CCTV's close enough to tell us what we're getting into here" was the sharp order passed over his earpiece.

"Matt, I'm not Jess, but I'm not dumb either," he retorted, clearly offended.

Matt scoffed riling Connor just a little more.

"We sure can't mistake the both of you." The geek bit his tongue on his witty reply and forced himself to focus on his job.

"There's nothing on the inside and the streets are empty," he informed their fearless leader. "No sign of incursion."

"Alright then-"

"There are people inside, Matt. Children. Lots of them actually" the scientist added quickly as fresh CCTV footage opened on his screen.

The Irishman swore, making Connor wonder how many docks he'd been hanging out on recently.

"Right, priority to evacuation without panic. What do you know about all this?"

"I'm still searching but I'm not finding anything-"

"We're there anyway," Matt cut him off. "Keep checking the outside in case of incursion. Damn! The bloody door's locked!"

Connor watched as a figure in the townhouse drifted toward the door, apparently drawn by the racket. The woman looked very young, maybe in her twenties, her black, slick hair framing her face. Matt caught sight of her after a minute, too, through the frosted windows in the door.

"Ma'am, could you open the door, please?" The team leader asked, voice as calm as he wasn't. He didn't want to scare her.

Through the little windows, he could see the blank expression. She had no idea what he was saying. He wanted to swear again, but couldn't risk that being all she understood from him.

"Ma'am, it is very important that you let us enter now" he said slowly, hoping his tone would at least get through. Maybe it did, but instead of helping, he watched her eyes grow wide as she shook her head in near frantic disagreement.

She shot him one last panicky look before retreating into what seemed to be the main room.

Matt and one of the soldiers tried to force the door open, in vain.

Suddenly, they heard an irritated voice from the building, approaching fast.

"… I swear God this is the last time you are ever so much as setting foot on this street, if I have to break every bone in your body and dumb you in some back alley. You have until the count of three before I'm gonna call the cops, and if you so much as-"

It wasn't until the shape attached to the voice got close enough to see out the windows, to see it who it was that was camping on her doorstep, that the angry rant broke off, leaving both her and the soldiers to gape at each other, dumbfounded.

"Jess?"

AN : I'm sorry this is very very very short, and doesn't make much sense so far. This story should be shorter than my first one.

04-17-2011: Update: I would like to thank a lot my US friend who spent a lot of time editing this chapter (I'd never seen that much red on one of my works before she edited the chapter) and who turned it very differently (for the best). I'm amazed at her work! I must admit that more than half of this chapter had been rewritten by her, thus half of these words are her words, not mine.