NOTE: I've been on a big Casey Jones kick. This is the 2nd story of the three I've written so far. I did it a little out of order because I wasn't planning on doing this part. I was just going to skip over it and then I thought what the heck? Let's write it.

P.S. In case anyone is curious, when I write about Casey Jones, I always write with the 1990 Elias Koteas version in mind. He's my all time favorite Casey Jones and I feel was massively underused after the first movie.

Chapter One

April was fidgeting. She wouldn't stop fidgeting. She moved DVD's from one side of the room to the other, wiped down the coffee table five times, and checked her phone every thirty seconds. Part of her head was mentally slapping herself. April knew what she was signing up for when she started dating Casey Jones. She knew it meant long nights of worrying and being alone because he was what he was. He was a hunter and a fighter. Street justice was at the forefront of his brain. She couldn't fault him for that, it was one of the reasons she fell for him. He was a badass with a heart. Yeah, yeah, your typical cliché bad boy with a soft side crap. Her eyes could roll out of her head just thinking of how cheesy it sounded when she thought about it.

At the same time, she couldn't help it. She and Casey had an unspoken thing for so long and now that it was a spoken thing, April didn't care how cheesy it was. She just wanted Casey to come home to her reasonably unharmed. It was still so new. Only a few weeks and though she worried about him before they were an item, it was so much worse when she knew how he felt about her. The fear stayed with her now wondering if her last moment with Casey had already happened and she didn't know it.

She tried not to worry, but it was almost 2 AM and Casey was never gone so long without a phone call to let her know something. Her eyes studied her apartment. The candles had burned to nothing, the wine in the ice bucket had warmed, and what was initially anger had turned to fear because she was no longer worried that their first night together to be was ruined by stupid boys playing in the streets of New York, but worried that something more serious had happened. Her eyes fell down upon her silk robe and lace underwear that laid beneath it. She told herself not to cry. She told herself the guys were fine. She told herself to go lay down and he would be back soon. April's face began to quiver. Then she shook her head, Stop it, April. She took a deep breath, walked to the island in the kitchen, and popped the cork. Briefly she gazed at the glass on the counter and decided it would only get in her way. She took a long sip of the wine from the bottle and walked to her bedroom.

Casey took a deep breath after he took his final swing at a thug that was after a hooker in Central Park. He left him alive… Somewhat. He knew he went too far, but he couldn't stop sometimes. Whenever he saw women in trouble, he thought about April. At any time, someone could hurt April like this and it made him go crazy trying to protect anyone in that position. What if the one time he didn't get there in time, it was April?

Raphael put a hand on his friends shoulder and cleared his throat, "C'mon, Case. You handled him, now we gotta go in case anyone heard that beat down."

Raph was the only one with Casey. He and Casey shared a darker side that the other three didn't need to be a part of. Raph didn't want to kill anybody, but he believed in low lives like this one getting what they deserve, so stood back and let Casey handle it as he saw fit. Something Leo wouldn't stand for if he were with them. Mikey was too soft to see it. Donnie probably wouldn't care either way, but he'd rather be at home playing with his gadgets.

Casey returned his bat to the golf bag slung across his back and ran a shaky hand through his long dark hair, "I hate these people, Raph."

"I know. Me, too." He responded and began walking. Casey followed him in suit.

"Shit. What time is it?" He wondered out loud.

Raph shook his head, "It's after 2, man."

Casey threw his hands up to his face, "Fuck! April is gonna kill me. C'mon!" He took off running and Raph kicked it up to keep up with him.