AN: HI! This is my first time creating fanfiction for the TMNT so please be nice! Please review! Also I DO NOT OWN THE COVER IMAGE!

deviant art : TMNT-Red-504630299 by mariadenisebrebos is where I found the image.

This is set after the events of the 2014 Movie version!

Many things in life are avoidable. Use condoms to avoid pregnancy and STDs. Install house security to avoid break ins. And keep away from dark alleyways in New York City to avoid trouble. Good advice, however, good advice is not always followed 100% of the time. If it was Isabella would not be staring down the barrel of a gun right now.

Why the hell did I have to take this shortcut home?

Isabella chastised herself as she tried to get a good look at the man who now held a gun to her. She couldn't see well with the shadows protecting him from being really visible but she could see the gleam of his teeth, he was smiling at her. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck and it wasn't cause of the weather in July that night. Isabella watched as he put his left index finger to his lips, before she heard him ready the gun. All Isabella had on her was her dance bag, which did have her wallet inside unfortunately.

"Now listen suga," she could hear the Brooklyn accent the guy sported as he spoke to her, teeth glittering a little.

Does this guy have tracks over his teeth?

"I t'ink you know whadda I want," he gestured to her bag before bringing the gun back up to her face. His tone made her skin crawl. She slowly raised her hands, seeing that they were slightly shaking as she tried to remain calm.

"Look," Isabella was happy when her voice didn't break from fear, "I really don't want to give you my wallet. My ID is in there. You have any idea how long it takes to get a new one?" She babbled as she watched the guy look at her confused before she quickly reached for the gun.

Thank you grandpa for teaching me this!

Isabella remembered from all those years ago when her grandpa had taken her and her little sister aside to teach them the basics of how to shoot a gun and how to disarm someone as well.

"Brace your feet before quickly knocking the person's arm off to the side while pushing your body to the other, so in case the gun goes off you don't get shot. Next, while the person's grip is loosened, take the gun and turn it on them."

Isabella tried to keep her breathing even as she pointed the gun on him. She could tell that he was shocked by the turn of events, not anticipating this. Unfortunately that shock was quickly replaced with anger. In a flash, too quick for Isabella to fire the gun on him, the man took out a switch blade and lunged for her. Isabella cried out when the blade grazed her left shoulder.

"You bitch!" Isabella fell backwards, hitting the ground, dropping the gun. She heard it slide across the alley floor away from her. "Your gonna regret that!"

Scrambling to get up and away she suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly beneath her. Looking up to where her attacker was, she saw that someone else was now in the alleyway, someone big. Very big!

Isabella blinked, temporarily forgetting about the pain in her shoulder. She watched as this new person started beating up her attacker. It didn't last long. He was out cold after a few punches and was then thrown against one of the brick buildings. Isabella quickly looked back at this new person.

Her attacker had been tall but not intimidatingly so like this guy. There was something off about him though. He was oddly bulky. She was positive this person was male, with the towering height and huge arm muscles that were outlined by the street light coming into the alley.

Isabella watched as he took the gun apart, the bullets falling to the ground quietly. She watched the bullets fall before quickly looking back to the man who had no doubt just saved her life. Before she could continue analyzing, her savior jumped up to a nearby fire escape.

"Wait!" she called out as she watched him climb.

"Get to a hospital," a voice, definitely male, told her before he got to the roof and disappeared.

After hearing that Isabella felt her shoulder pain come back. She looked and was stunned to see how much she was bleeding. Getting out her phone from her bag, she dialed 911. Isabella looked up at where she had seen him last while she told the 911 operator she needed an ambulance and the police.

Five stitches!

Isabella grimaced as she listened to the doctor's instructions on how to care for it. The antibiotic ointment felt sticky on the area around the stitches as a nurse placed a nonstick bandage over it. The doctor told her to not remove the bandage for at least twenty-four hours, don't scratch at the stitches, that when showering to not scrub or soak the wound in water for the first forty-eight hours, do not stretch the skin (which meant no dancing for a while), that redness around the stitches was normal, blah blah blah.

Isabella didn't want to be rude by rolling her eyes but she really wished she could. This wasn't the first time she had ever had stitches, granted she'd never had this many but still, this guy kept going on and on. Looking around the room Isabella felt her tense shoulders loosen some. She couldn't believe that she had almost died tonight.

I can't die yet... I need to achieve all my dreams first.

Isabella then mentally cursed when she realized the audition she had been planning on going to this Tuesday would be missed thanks to her stitches.

Finally the doctor finished with stating that she'll have to come back in five days to see if the stitches would be ready to be removed. If not then she'd come back five days after that.

Sighing, Isabella glanced at the bandage. Hating the sight of it, she looked back to the doctor.

"Do you have any questions?"

Looking at the counter behind him, she gestured to the candy jar, "Can I have a red one?" Lollipops were her favorite type of candy, cherry being her favorite flavor.

The doctor smiled kindly, not making any jokes about her childish request and handed her one. As Isabella unwrapped the wrapper there was a knock on the door. Two policemen came in.

Not policemen, detectives.

She knew they were detectives because she had already told the police who had arrested her attacker what happened. Isabella had been entirely honest with their questions, knowing that they would never believe that she, at 5'4" could hurt a man who was at least 6' and a lot bigger then her. At least not hurt him that much. Isabella had gotten to see him in the street lights back at the 'scene of the crime'. His face was swollen, the back of his head scrapped from hitting the bricks, and he had been wheezing, probably from a broken rib or more. The ambulance ride over had been hard, her attacker had been the one on the stretcher while one of the EMT's attended to her shoulder. But Isabella supposed it was better then her being the one on it or... in a body bag. She shivered and was so grateful that someone had appeared and saved her.

Isabella sucked on the lollipop as the doctor and detectives exchanged a few words before the doctor gave her a parting smile and left the room with the nurse in tow. The two men before her were large but in different ways. The tanned one with curly brown hair and a goatee was big in the muscular sense. The other man next to him was of Asian descent and round in the middle area. They both didn't look too happy to be there.

"Miss Isabella Ortiz, I'm Detective Peter Harris and this is my partner Richard Lee. We're here to follow up on the events that befell you this evening," the muscular one said. Isabella nodded, enjoying the cherry flavor on her tongue.

"Could you please explain to us how everything played out? From beginning to end till the ambulance came," Detective Lee questioned.

Isabella took out her lollipop. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Isabella explained how she had been on her way home from her dance class. Detective Harris asked if she could tell them her exact movements leading up to the attack. So she explained how her dance class was on 28th St Broadway and she had gotten the 1 subway towards Van Cortland Park before getting off at Time Sq, transferring to the Q line towards Astoria Ditmars Blvd and had gotten off at Queensboro Plaza. When she had cut in between two buildings to get home sooner she had run into the man with the gun.

"He told me to be quiet and to hand over my bag." Her free hand lightly pat her dance bag settled in her lap.

"Obviously that didn't happen," Detective Harris said, slightly smirking before looking back up at Isabella.

"You told Officer Scott that you disarmed him of his gun. How did you manage that?" Detective Lee inquired.

Isabella felt her lips curve up, "My grandpa is a retired FBI agent and taught me how to do that."

"Impressive," Harris said smiling. Isabella was beginning to wonder if this detective thought she was hot by the way his eyes subtly kept trailing over her.

Continuing she told them how even though she was able to get his gun he pulled a blade on her, cutting her and in the process knocked her to the ground.

"I thought I was done for and tried to get to my feet when I looked back at my attacker to see someone else standing there. The next part happened so fast, like two eye-blinks later my attacker was knocked out and the other guy was taking out the gun's bullets. He then leaped onto the buildings fire escape before getting to the roof. I called out to him before he told me to call for an ambulance then simply vanished."

"Could you describe this other person in detail?" Isabella thought for a few moments, trying to remember everything she had been able to make out in the darkness.

"He was very tall... he towered over my attacker, who was around 6'. So maybe the guy was probably closer to 6'7" or something crazy like that. I didn't really see much in the dark alley but his figure was... strange... Massive! I saw that he had really large arms. His voice was deep too."

Isabella watched the detectives faces as she described him and saw a look of recognition in their eyes. "Has there been other incidences like mine?" Lee blinked in surprise for a second before trying to mask it.

Harris answered, "For some time now people who have been attacked, many victims report of someone suddenly appearing, violently beating on the people harassing them before disappearing just as quickly."

"Like Batman?" Isabella couldn't help herself, she quickly bit her tongue.

"In a sense yes, but this is a very serious crime. Vigilantism is to be taken seriously Miss Ortiz," Lee said before his cellphone beeped. Lee showed it to Harris and the two men exchanged a glance before Harris stepped towards Isabella.

"Thank you for your cooperation Miss Ortiz. If you remember anything else, feel free to call me." He held out his business card to her. She read it before pulling out her wallet and slipping it inside.

"Have a good evening Miss Ortiz." Isabella nodded before she stood up, watching the two men leave. Checking her phone she sighed with how late it was now. Murphy would be waiting for her hungry.

Even though the hospital was only a ten minute walk to her studio apartment, she was shaken from the nights events and called for a cab.

Thankfully the cab didn't smell, something Isabella had found to be quite common when she first moved to the city two years ago. Walking inside her apartment complex lobby she was greeted by the concierge before getting into the elevator. Isabella was right about her little Murphy. As she opened the door he was whimpering and jumping up on her leg. It was like he couldn't decide between being hungry and overly happy to see her again. She quickly punched in her security code, disarming it.

"Let me set my things down Murph, then I'll feed you." The boston terrier puppy followed her as she set her bag on her bed and kicked off her workout shoes. Her feet were a little sore from dance and her body was asking if it would be okay if they just pass out here and now. The adrenaline had long left her system making her feel even more drained. Isabella made quick work of Murphy's food before she hopped into her bathroom to shower.

Remembering her stitches she tried to maneuver herself so she could get clean while keeping the bandage dry. The warm water helped immensely. She felt herself relax as she shampooed her long brown tresses. Nearly everything Isabella used for washing up was fruit scented. Strawberry scented shampoo, Green Apple Cinnamon conditioner, and Oatmeal and Shea Butter body wash. Even her face wash was Pomegranate scented. The aroma steaming up in the bathroom was amazing every time she showered and was one of the final keys to getting her to relax at the end of the day. Drying herself off, her hair up in a towel turban, she quickly changed into some black leggings and a ice blue tank top.

"Murphy!" the little puppy came racing to her. Smiling, Isabella went into the kitchen, getting a dog treat.

"Murphy, sit!" the puppy sat, trying to stay still, eyeballing the treat she held.

"Lay down!" Murphy continued to sit, staring at the treat. Isabella knelt forward, her free hand motioning to the floor.

"Murphy, lay down," this time the puppy obeyed. "Yay!" Isabella softly cheered as she gave him his reward.

"Good dog!" she rubbed his head behind his ears before kissing the top of his little head. Straightening up, Isabella found herself staring out her window to the roof top of the building across the way.

Before even realizing what she was doing, Isabella had gotten her tennis shoes on and took her mostly dry hair out of the towel. She got out a warm jacket, despite it only being sixty-five degrees outside. Going into her dance bag, she pulled out her SR22 pistol and put it in her jacket's inside pocket. If she had been wearing a jacket earlier, her gun would have been easy to get to and...

The vigilante probably still would have saved me.

At least from what the detectives had said before, this person was acting like Judge Dredd or Batman.

Fighting bad guys... defending innocent people.

Grabbing her phone, she went to the front door.

"Murphy, stay," the puppy looked up from his bed in the corner.

Quickly locking up, Isabella made her way back outside. She gripped her phone lightly in her jackets outside pocket. Her heart began to pick up as she got closer to the alley where she had been nearly killed a couple hours earlier.

Peeking from behind the corner, she saw no one there. She looked up to where she had last seen the vigilante. Isabella walked over to the fire escape, jumping up before pulling herself up. Gasping in pain she felt her left shoulder sting and quickly peeked underneath the bandage. Sighing in relief that she had not popped a stitch she continued climbing until she made it to the roof. Her muscles had been protesting the whole way up but she ignored it.

The roof top was covered in gravel. It crunched under her shoes and she looked around for any signs of the vigilante. Glancing all over the gravel ground she couldn't see anything, no footprints, no trace of anything out of the ordinary.

He came up here... where would he be able to go?

Isabella looked around, walking across to the other side of the roof. The distance between this roof and the next was not that far she noted.

If I had a running start I could make that leap.

If her calculations were accurate the vigilante had probably jumped the roof tops to get away before getting to the Queensboro Bridge. From their he could have disappeared down into the subway.

A chilly breeze lightly blew against her causing her to tremble a little. Isabella began to walk back towards the fire escape. Sanctuary by Utada Hikaru blared into the mostly quiet night. Isabella rapidly took her phone out. It was her mom.

"Hi mom." Isabella wondered for a moment if she should tell her mom about what had happened tonight before deciding against it. Her mom was across the country, no need to make her worry about her even more so then she already did.

"Sweety, it's almost one there, why are you still up?"

Isabella chuckled, "It's almost ten back in California. What are you doing up?"

"Who's the parent here?" She could tell her mom was smiling despite herself.

"I'm going to bed soon. I don't have to be up until eight," Isabella knew she would have to set multiple alarms to wake herself up though with how late it was getting. She really needed to go to bed but she couldn't juggle holding her phone while climbing down the fire escape.

"How's work? Still have a lot of clients?"

"Yes mom... Mom I told you that if I lose my job I will call you immediately. I won't do what Raquel did."

Isabella's younger sister moved out immediately when she had turned eighteen. This had happened back when Isabella had just moved to New York. Raquel had gotten a good job being a personal assistant to an up and coming swimwear designer. She moved to Los Angeles living with her high school friend Tina, who was trying to be discovered as a model.

For five months everything was great till Raquel was fired due to a dispute over her pay. She tried to get another similar job, going all over LA handing out her resume to other designers but unfortunately was never contacted back. Raquel hadn't wanted to go back home so she stayed out in LA, getting part-time jobs. With how expensive living in LA was she ultimately started going into debt in order to help pay for rent and food. It wasn't until Tina decided to move to Florida with her boyfriend did Raquel realize she had to ask for help from their mom. Two years later, living back at home she's in school but still trying to pay off credit card debt.

"I'm just saying, if you ever get into trouble, you'll always have a place here."

Isabella smiled softly, "I know mom. I love you."

"I love you too honey. Sleep well."

"Goodnight." Isabella put her phone back into her pocket before carefully descending the fire escape. Checking her stitches again she was relieved to see everything in place.

When she arrived back at her apartment she rushed through brushing her teeth and taking out her colored contacts before her nightly meditation. Isabella loved to mediate right before bed. It not only relaxed her body but helped clear her mind so that when her head hit the pillow she was asleep in less then two minutes flat.

Raphael and Mikey were getting lectured by Leo. Donnie was sitting on one of the stools by their new lair's kitchen, looking up some things on his iPad. All four of them had gotten home from their patrols that night. Everything had been fine till Donnie told them that the police investigation into vigilante activities had new reports coming in.

Quickly reading through the reports Donnie told them the police were getting more statements from the people they were saving. People were starting to paint a picture of them for the investigators. So far no one had a clear idea of who the vigilante was but they were being described as a very tall massive person who was able to throw people with very little effort.

Leo had told all of them a while back to tone it down on the beatings they were dealing out to petty criminals. This was hard, especially when they came across rapists and gangs of people beating on someone defenseless. Raph and Mikey were the ones who would often send people to the hospital. Raph knew he needed to control his anger better. Average humans were featherlight to him, making it hard to judge how much force to put behind a punch or kick sometimes. It had surprised Raph that Mikey, out of all his brothers would struggle with this too. The playful turtle just hated seeing all the wrong people did to one another.

Donnie had been able to hack into the police's system a while back to see if they were detecting the amount of bad people being found and beaten by them. Much to everyone's dismay the police had taken notice. Splinter had told them to always remain unseen by anyone topside. Aside from April and Vern, they interacted with no one else and always made sure to stick to the shadows.

Raph didn't see what the big deal was, no one ever got a good look at them. Their training had made them all masters of stealth and other then their height and large forms no one would ever think of a mutant turtle when people did get glimpses of them.

"Try to control yourselves when beating on criminals." Leo stood before the two brothers, his fearless leader voice coming out.

Raphael grumbled but gave a nod. He went over to look at these reports Donnie was reading.

"I think it's time for us to switch sections of the city we're patrolling Leo," Donnie said, not looking up from his iPad.

"What makes you say that?" Leo walked over, standing next to Raph as Donnie explained.

"It's mostly due to all the criminals Raph and Mikey are sending to the hospital. They are seeing a pattern with where they are occurring." Raphael grunted, not sorry for causing some bad men to be bedridden for a couple months.

They deserved it and more...

"So swapping areas would help so if Mikey slips up-" Raph was cut off.

"Heyy...!" Mikey was seated on the couch in front of the TV when he took offense to that.

"Or Raph is unable to keep his anger in check," Leo said before Donnie spoke up.

"This way we have a low percentage rate of having the police catch on to our patrol routes."

Leo thought this over before nodding to Donnie, "I'll switch with Raph and Mikey will switch with you. Everyone got that?" His voice carrying so that Mikey could hear over the TV.

"Whatever you say Fearless," Raph said before walking towards their room's area.

"I'm cookin' pizza!" Mikey said before leaping off the couch, heading into the kitchen.

Raph could hear metal clanging together as Mikey went to work on their dinner. He went to shower. Taking off all his gear and armor he thought of the reports he had been able to read over Donnie's shoulder. From what he was able to get, the investigation was starting to rely more on the information from the people they had saved, which is how they were building a profile on them.

Turning on the water before stepping behind the curtain Raph reflected on his night. There had been less gang related violence in the Queens area recently but a rise in individuals committing crimes. The rise in attempted assault and theft had been keeping him busy though. Just that night he had stopped fifteen attempted rapes, twenty-seven attempted assaults, and nearly thirty muggings. One of the muggings stuck out in his mind from that night. This guy had pulled a gun on this lady making her way home. When Raph had planned to intervene the woman surprised him. She had started talking to the guy, complaining to him about if he took her wallet it would be a big inconvenience for her. At first Raph wondered if she was simply panicking or was really stupid but he was taken aback when she managed to get her would-be muggers gun.

It had been a long time since he had seen a young woman not cower away in fear when threatened. For a moment he questioned if he should move on, but the guy pulled a blade out and lunged for her. Raphael silently leapt down and had the guy's lights out in less then a minute. The next thing he should have done was get out of there but he didn't.

Raph shut off the water, toweling himself dry. He wiped the mirror before he put some of his gear back on along with his mask.

When the guy was likely nursing a concussion and a couple broken ribs, Raph had moved to the gun. Emptying the bullets, he could feel the lady's eyes on him. Knowing he had stayed there way too long he quickly leapt to the buildings fire escape. She called out to him, something that had not happened before but that was mostly due to him never lingering long when doing his job. Raph didn't stop his climb but he did glance down at her. The lights from the street lamps were illuminating her face. During her little confrontation with the mugger, the man's shadow had covered her appearance. The light revealed to him a beautiful brunette with hazel eyes. In the same glance he saw that her left shoulder had been cut, bleeding pretty badly onto her loose neon yellow top.

Raph sighed looking at his reflection. He had made two mistakes that night, lingering around and he had spoken to her. He needed to not make those mistakes again. Raph left the bathroom, heading back out to his brothers. He could smell the pizza Mikey had made them. When he sat down at the table Splinter came out of the dojo where he had been meditating to join them. Leo and Donnie took turns filling their father in on the police investigation and on their evening patrols. Mikey would chime in every once and while telling them how he had gotten two punks trying to hijack a fancy car. The two kids had been talking about trying to take it for some revenge scheme they had before Mikey threw some smoke bombs and knocked them out before leaving them down one of the deserted alleys. He had written on one of the kid's foreheads DON'T and on the other one's STEAL. Raph kept mostly quiet, only talking when Splinter or the others would talk to him.

On Raph's third slice, still thinking about the one almost mugging, he admitted to himself why he had lingered instead of disappearing. That young woman had intrigued him, in a way that hadn't happened before. Raphael was a guy, a mutated turtle but still a guy. He was now and again able to acknowledge a woman's beauty. Most of the women he saved from nasty fates were pretty. That girl tonight though, he had been interested in her before he got to see what she looked like clearly. It was for the best with Leo switching with him, getting away from Queens would be good for him to focus on his job protecting the people of this city. He would forget about her and his life would go on.

AN: So here's the first chapter! Little inside info about Isabella's cellphone ringer, if anyone caught the Kingdom Hearts reference let me know! I want to put a link to a studio apartment that I found that I used for a visual. I plan on putting that in another chapter, hopefully you'll be able to see it (I've had trouble with putting links in on this site :( ) Also please let me know what you think so far!