Disclaimer: Though I hate to admit it I don't think the turtles could all fit into my room so I guess I can't have them. Also I doubt I could live with Raph's snoring, Mikey B.O., Donatello's projects strewn around my floor, and Leo constantly nagging his brothers to show some respect to me. I guess it's probably better that they belong to someone else. Let them deal with all that and more. I also don't want Stockman or Shredder blowing a hole in my wall. I've just gotten my room the way I like it.

Tech Support was such a big hit and enough people ask for more that this little story was the result. I haven't decided how long it will last, probably till I get bored with it (or someone tells my it's horrible and I should delete it). I was going to add it as another chapter in Tech Support but since this isn't based of a real life experience, and really has nothing to do with computer, I decided to keep them separate.

Also, like most comedy sequels, it probably won't be half as funny as Tech Support. However it is going to explore how poor Donnie survived acting as leader while Leonardo was in South America.

Rated K for bad language and sexual references

Coffee Cups and Late Night Talks

Chapter One: A Dreaded Phone Call

He had a headache. It was either from the screaming costumers over his headset or the fact that he was pouring his fifth cup of coffee in less then an hour. He really didn't care. The slight buzz in his head was nothing compared to the static coming over the headset at the moment. He glanced at the clock, the phone lines usually slowed down around ten for some reason. It was a welcome reprieve from the yelling and screaming. That and it meant he had only an hour left of work.

He deemed that there was enough milk in his coffee and stepped away from counter, heading for the table which had the sugar bowl. Two spoonfuls would do it for him tonight he figured. As he began to stir the sugar into the coffee his cell phone began to ring. He snatched it up without a second thought and flipped it open. Only a handful of people knew his number and all of them were good friends. He hoped that whatever the call was about it was good news. Good news was always welcome. "Hello?"

"Donatello!"

The coffee that he had just sipped from the cup was suddenly airborne as it shot out of his nose and mouth at high velocity. As the remnants of his drink dripped down his face and soaked into the wood of the table he heard from over his phone, "Now that didn't sound good." The voice was female and definitely not April's. To Donnie's mounting horror he realized that there was only one other female that had his number.

It had to be the psychotic girl who had promised to call him a week ago so she could take him out to coffee.

He quickly glanced at the calendar as he set down his mug. Yup, a week had past, right down to the last few minutes. If anything this girl was late by about two minutes. Don was trying to wrap his head around the fact that she had actually called. He wiped the coffee off his face with the back of his hand, "I…um… you…uh…well…uh…This…Yeah…"

"Try syllables and sentences when attempting to speak the English language or any language for that matter. It tends to help," the girl had a touch of humor to her voice as she prodded the dumbstruck man over the phone. She was assuming that it was a boy anyway. She had no idea that it was actually a five foot turtle.

"T-this is unexpected," Don was finally able to get out in one rush of breath.

"Trust me, as you get to know me more then you'll realize to always expect the unexpected from me."

That gave Don a bad feeling. A very bad feeling, "Um… Okay I gue-"

"Where do you want to meet?" she suddenly cut him off and Don took a moment to pull the phone from away from the side of his head to look at the offending object as if it was responsible for the voice.

"Who said I was going to meet you anywhere?" he said as he placed the phone back to his ear.

"You said 'Okay'," she pointed out.

"Yes but if you had let me fini-"

"But if I had done that you might've talked yourself out of this."

He blinked, "Out of what?"

"A coffee." After a moment of silence she continued, "Remember I mixed up your words to the point where you were having phone bondage with me and it totally embarrassed you so I offered you a cup of coffee with me as an apology."

"Renet," Don said suddenly slightly angry that the timestress would play such a dirty trick on him. "Enough games."

"Renet? Who's Renet? Is that your girlfriend?!" The girl on the other end seemed suddenly excited.

"What!?" despite his best wishes a small blush seemed to rise on Donnie's cheeks. "No!"

The girl went on like he hadn't said anything, "You go, Donatello! Wow, and here I thought you were going to be like every other geek I have ever known. You've actually climbed out of the geeky hole you built for yourself to hide in during your adolescent years enough to find a girlfriend. Congratulations!"

"Listen to me," Donatello snapped. "She is not my girlfriend. She is just a very good friend who happens to be a girl."

"Suuuuurrrrrreeeee, she is," She sounded anything but convinced.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The egg timer sitting at his computer nook began to ring, signaling the end of his break. "Look, I have to get back to work."

"What? Wait! What about-" the click of the cell phone snapping shut cut her off in mid sentence. Part of Donnie felt bad for hanging up on her but right now his job was the most important thing to him. It wasn't just for the pay check anymore. It was more of an escape from reality. A place he could go to get away from his life for a few hours every night and not have to worry about anything or anyone.

His headset beeped, signaling an incoming call. Pressing a button on the ear piece, Donatello automatically said, "Hello, this is Donatello. How can I help you today?"

"Gee, sound a little more bored, please. It could make this conversation a whole hell of a lot easier."

"How the hell?!" Don squawked. It was that girl again.

She laughed, "You said you had to get back to work. I just had to call the tech support line and request Donatello."

Don didn't realize that someone could request him, he had always assumed that the calls had been sent to the next available support technician. "You can't talk to me here!"

"What do you call what I'm doing now?"

Don palmed his face, slowly dragging his hand down it. "This line is for business, not personnel conversations."

"And I consider taking you out to a well deserved cup of coffee business. And if you're hot, I might just have to convince you to dump Renet. Then it'll become personel."

"I am not dating her," Donatello was getting exasperated. "And I'm not going to go get coffee with you. Good night."

"Donatello! Don't you dare-" He pressed the button on the side of the headset again, hanging up on the nameless girl.

The headset beeped again. "Hello, this is Donatello. How can I help you today?"

"You know, it's very rude to hang up on some one when they are talking."

"Wha-" he said perplexed for a moment before remembering that she could request him at anytime. "Look, I'm at work. You could get me fired for this."

"Then just agree to meet me for coffee at the Starbuck's on Fifth and First at eleven thirty tonight."

"No," he pushed the button again before she could say anything. The headset beeped again and he sighed, almost dreading the outcome of answering it. "Hello, this is Donatello. How can I help you today?"

"Wil-" he didn't even let her finish the first word this time.

The headset beeped almost immediately after he hung up, "Hello, this is Donatello. How can I help you today?"

"Don-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Woul-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Ar-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "So-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "How-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "'bou-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Tha-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Coffe-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Run-" Click.

Beep. Beep. "Tonig-" Click.

Beep. Beep. Donatello could feel his eye twitching. Never before had he ever had something like this happen to him on the phone with a total stranger. Mikey, yes, but a girl he had only had four phone conversations with, no. He wasn't counting the previous eleven 'calls' either. She hadn't even gotten a full word out so as far as he was concerned they didn't count.

He pressed the button on the headset slightly harder then needed and snapped out before she could say anything, "This is considered harassment!"

"Harassment?" Don felt his stomach drop right through the floor as a very male sounding voice came through the phone. "What the hell do you mean by harassment? This is you're damn job!"

"Um…well-"

"Shut your damn mouth or I'll give you some 'harassment' that you won't ever forget!"

"Um… Sir-"

"Sir!" the voice shrieked suddenly sounding very feminine and very angry. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I-I'm sorry ma'am but you-"

"I told you to shut the hell up!" Don reached up and pulled the ear piece away from his ear to try and prevent going deaf. "Where do you get off calling me a man and that I'm harassing you! This is an outrage! It's your job to answer the phone! If you don't like it then get a new job! Or go to HELL!" with that the enraged women slammed the phone down on its cradle.

Don sighed, that could have gone better. A lot better. He put the earpiece back against his head. It was all that girl's fault, he decided bitterly. He rubbed his temples as he tried to sooth his headache. His headset beeped again and he pressed the button only because he had to. "Hello?" he said distractedly not really caring who was on the other end.

"Wow, what happened to you? You sound like someone just ran over your dog."

Don let his forehead fall onto one of his keyboards. Of course it would have to be that demon spawn of a girl. He smacked his head again just for the heck of it. "It's a long story," he mumbled and almost hit his head again but decided that his head was hurting bad enough.

"Want to tell me over coffee?" she no longer sounded teasing. Instead it was remorseful and apologetic. He could almost see her standing in a room somewhere with her brows draw together in a frown.

"If it will make you leave me alone, yes." He sat up and rubbed his forehead to try and relieve the pain.

"Eleven thirty at the Starbuck's on Fifth and First?"

"How about across the street next to the alley." He may have been giving in but Donatello didn't dare walk into a brightly lit café to have coffee with a complete stranger.

"If you trying to scare me off, it won't work."

"I didn't think so."

"What kind of coffee would you like? I'll even deliver it for you."

"Regular coffee with cream and two sugars."

"Gotcha, I'll be wearing a brown jacket and a green tee shirt. She you there, Donatello." The phone then went silent as it waited for the next call.

Don shook his head, unbelieving that he had just done that. He had a date with a girl he had only talked to a couple of times on the phone. What was worst was he was going to have to go out into public. He sighed and wondered just what else could go wrong before his unwanted 'date'.

"Gross!" Donatello blinked at Mikey's voice as it rang out in the near silence of the lair. "Don! The kitchen is a mess!" The kitchen? It took Don a moment to remember that he had sprayed coffee all over the table. "EEEEEKKKKKK!" Mikey screamed. "There's coffee on my comics!!!" Don put his elbows on his knees and hung his head.

'Why me?' he thought as Mikey started screaming and crying over the coffee stains on his magazines. 'Why does it always have to be me?'

Poor, poor Donatello. Should I tell him it's only going to get worst?

Donatello: What!? Why!?

I like torturing you, why else? (shrug) Do I need a good reason?

Donatello: I-I guess not.

Good. I don't have one.

(Donatello rolls his eyes)