A/N: I know what you're saying, 'Look at the eighteen year old loser, writing a TMNT fiction.' Well, you know what? I am proud to be that loser. I have always liked the ninja turtles (especially Mikey) and have wanted to do a fic on them. It's just taken me a while. Plus the fact that my friend challenged me to write one with all of us (my two other friends, her and me) in it. So, I hope you will enjoy it too, and not brush it off as a Mary Sue, or normal author insert. I am basing a lot of the turtles and other characters from the three live action movies and the new cartoon, since it has been more than eight years since I've watched the original cartoons. Although Splinter is still considered to be Hamoto Yoshi. The lair will more than likely more resemble the lair from the new cartoon on the Foxbox, so please do not get mad at me. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TMNT. I only own the plot, Delaney, Eros, Callista and Amity with my own other little original characters. And I am not getting any profit off of it except for reviews. Which I love dearly.
All I've Ever Wanted, Ever Needed
Prologue:
"Yeah right, Delaney," Callista sighed and rolled her dark brown eyes at her best friend's naivety, "There are giant reptiles living in our own New York sewer system."
"I don't need your sarcasm," Delaney said and stepped in front of the group made up of her other three friends, who were each showing their disbelief in her rambles, "I think that some of what the tabloids say are true. Not all of it, of course, but some of the stories have concrete bases in truth. Besides, they're not reptiles… they're amphibians."
"Well, excuse me," Callista put her hands up defensively and pushed passed Delaney and began to walk toward the group's favorite eating spot. Delaney began to lose her balance as she leaned back a little too far as Callista passed her.
"Guys, can we just drop the urban myth discussion, please?" Amity sighed and followed after Callista stepping next to Delaney to help her regain her coordination, "You know, Delaney, if you looked more at the truth aspects then you might actually see the fallacies in the stories that you read so often."
"So what? I like to read new age," Delaney shrugged her shoulders and began walking with her, "But it's not like I'm trying to track Big Foot in the suburbs. I think that these 'myths'- as you call them- actually exist. If you open your mind instead of closing off everything that you dub 'impossible' you might actually see some proof that you so desperately search for."
"I doubt that will happen anytime soon. Especially considering these figures are just that, urban myths," Amity sat down on one of the stone benches with in the courtyard of the eating establishment.
"They are not urban myths!" Delaney sat down and pouted across from Callista and Amity who held on to their stable denial, "You and your scientific nonsense. You understand that most of science is just inductive reasoning, don't you?"
"Yes, I know."
"I think it would be interesting to meet mutants- er giant turtles, or whatever they are," Eros finally spoke up as she sat next to Delaney, finally giving her some back up.
"You're interested just because they also happen to be all male," Callista said exasperated and turned to Delaney, "Right?"
"As far as anyone knows, yeah- they are," Delaney stuck her tongue out at the 'non-believers' and turned to Eros, "Speaking of guys, how is Greg doing?"
Eros took a deep breath and looked up from her purse that she just laid on her lap, "It didn't work out."
"What? You guys have a good evening at the movies and then make out in your car… and then it's nothing?"
"Yup," Eros shrugged her shoulders and put a smile on her face, thankfully as far as Delaney saw it was genuine, "Some work out, while others don't. I'm personally glad this one didn't. Plus, my old friend Ben contacted me, I think this one might work."
"So the mythical Eros, archer of love, missed your bulls eye once again," Callista chuckled and looked toward a waitress coming toward them.
"Shut up," Eros smiled and lightly kicked Callista from underneath the table.
"Let's just order and talk about something else," Amity said absent mindedly as she tried to figure out what she wanted.
"Like…?" Delaney drew out her voice, "You have shot down the urban truth discussion- which I had going on a roll- and the boy discussion as well. What else are we suppose to talk about?"
"It's alright. We'll figure something else," Eros said quickly before she greeted the waitress, "I'll have a number three and a lime freeze."
"Hey Callista, how are my jojos coming by the way?" Delaney asked.
"I only have a few more details and they're done."
"Excuse me…" Eros interjected, "Jojos?"
"You know, Callista is making her own start of a clothing line, right?" Delaney began to explain, "She's going to be a great clothing designer."
"Yeah…so…"
"Well, in that clothing line we call pants jojos. I gave a pair of my old jeans to her and she said she would make me a pair of jojos."
"Ah… wouldn't it have been easier to just stick with pants?"
"Yeah, but where would be the fun in it?" Callista smiled and went over her options.
Delaney took her time and looked at each one of her friends around the table. It was their last summer as a group. The last summer before the group was going to break up. Both Delaney and Eros graduated from their high schools and would be going off to college out of state when September rolled around. Callista was on her way off to designer school to start off on her clothing design enterprise after she spent the last year in community college earning her general education. Last, but not least, Amity was still going to be in high school going into her junior year. They all saw the break up coming, but they didn't want it to happen. They wanted to stay together. They wanted- strange enough- to stay in New York where everything was familiar and everything made sense most of the time.
Even though Delaney could be described as the leader in the group, Callista was the forceful one that made her face harsh reality. She has done so ever since Delaney was three years old playing together in her grandmother's small front lawn when Delaney first moved from California. She had past shoulder length raven black hair and dark brown eyes that were so dark they could be called black. Her skin was dark and showed her Mexican heritage that she received from her mother's side. But her eyes were so intense; sometimes Delaney could swear that she was looking right into her brain, so she never kept anything from her. Although, she never wanted to keep anything from Callista anyway. As a best friend of fifteen years, Callista knew every in and out of Delaney better than Delaney ever would.
Eros met Delaney in a town just outside New York when they were both around six years old, which gave them twelve years of friendship. Eventually Eros moved into central New York and joined the group of close friends. She had dark blond hair that covered her green eyes most of the time. Boy crazy, and Delaney had to admit that some boys were crazy over her. Sure, she had her ups and downs in the boy department, with the record of three guys in a week, but she was very loyal to the guy she was with. She just needed to find a guy that was in for a relationship and not just because they think she looks hot in a miniskirt.
Amity has live up to her name's meaning in every way possible. Friendship. She has been the best living, walking, talking journal and friend that Delaney has ever known. Sure Callista knew everything about her, but Amity gave a little more comfort when something really bad happens. She is the voice that was supposed to be in Delaney's mind already, but didn't really develop all the way when Delaney began to get into new age topics. She brings Delaney back down to Earth when her mind begins to float into space. Although she may be the youngest, everyone in the group silently agrees that she was also the smartest. With Delaney having four Advance placement classes in the last year, Amity is trying to beat her with five this next year. The young member has brown hair that used to reach her hips, but was recently donated to cancer patients and now reached just below her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and if anyone looked into them knew better than to argue, because they would know they would lose.
Then last was Delaney herself. There wasn't much she could or want to say about herself. She was average, but was hoping to change that. Her newly colored auburn hair was braided in two separate braids that emerged from underneath her black apple hat- or as she liked to call it her 'New Yorker hat'. Her hazel eyes looked over her hair as she twirled it between her fingers and watched the strands shine in the sunlight. She was kind of considered the leader of the group even though she was a bit ditzy and loved to focus on the supernatural, convinced that some of the events were real. Ever since they got together quite a few years ago, she was the 'glue that stuck them together' as Amity would say. They have never been apart, but now it was all going to change.
"Hey Delaney," Eros poked her in the side, "Your turn to order."
"Oh sorry," Delaney shook her head and looked at the waitress, "I'll have a personal Hawaiian pizza and a small sprite, please."
"No problem. I'll be back in a couple of minutes," the waitress put on her regular fake smile and walked back to the building to place the orders.
"Zoning again, D?" Callista tapped her own temple and looked over at Delaney.
"A little," Delaney said softly and fingered the edge of the table.
"You're having pizza again?"
"Hey, some say pizza is good for you."
"Uh huh…"
Delaney got her sprite and looked out at the street. For some unknown reason she was compelled to look at the street. More specifically at the manhole cover- that she could have sworn just closed on its own. She shook her head and looked back at Callista.
"I got to talk to my dad down at the department later."
"Why?"
"Well, I told you that I thinking about going into law enforcement. I need to talk to him about a few things."
"So you're really thinking about totally shutting off Biology and going into law enforcement?" Amity spoke up.
"Why not? I want to take some of the scum off the street. After actually looking into it, I can see why my dad went into it."
"So you aren't going to UCSD?"
"Nope. Going to the academy."
"Mind all made up?"
"Yup."
"You hoping that 'chief' is going to be there tonight?" Eros asked, batting her eyes at Delaney, "He is only twenty-one after all."
"Come on, chief just got into the department. I don't want to bother the poor guy. I mean if he is ever going actually to reach the point of police chief, he can't have a detective's daughter bothering him all the time."
"Does this whole SVU detective career choice have anything to do with any crime fighting reptiles by any chance?" Callista put a smile on her face and motioned her eyes toward the manhole cover that Delaney was looking at only a moment ago.
"Amphibians," Delaney corrected, gave her own smile back and looked away from her just in time to see her small pizza being set down in front of her.
Delaney hopped up the steps to the department and walked through the doors. She walked up to the front desk waving at the clerk sitting behind the wooden structure.
"Hey chief," she greeted leaning on the desk using the nickname she gave the young officer right after he came into the department.
She looked down at the young man looking over some papers laid out neatly in front of him. Delaney thought that the papers were probably on some new admittance into the jail toward the back of the department. The young man had black hair and dark brown eyes; Delaney always thought he looked like he had a bit of an Asian heritage. He had a good build, especially when he just got out of the academy about a month ago. They flirted with each other a lot when he first came into the department; neither of them actually meant anything by it. The two of them often joked about running off together when Delaney graduated, but they dropped the act when she actually walked down the aisle to get her diploma. He was very attractive, a given, but Delaney really couldn't focus on anything close to a relationship at the moment.
"Hello Delaney," he let out a slow breath and gave her an amused smile, "Here to see your dad?"
"Yeah, he here? Or did I 'just miss' him as always and I'm stuck talking to my future husband?" they both laughed at the secret joke.
"You're in luck today. It seems like he's working late tonight. Something about a homicide a couple of nights ago," he waved his hand a little and looked back down at the papers.
"Ah, fun," she chuckled under her breath and rubbed the back of her neck showing her discomfort at the word of homicide, "How long did he say he would be tonight?"
"He said he probably will be burning past the midnight oil," the officer looked up at her and shook his head, "And you say you want to get into the Special Victims Unit?"
"Hey, I want to take some of these creeps off the streets. If that means looking onto a blood filled scene, so be it. Talk to you later, chief. I got to say goodnight to Daddy," she winked at the young officer and walked passed the desk and toward the double doors.
Usually there were other officers trying to stop her from just waltzing into the department. Other detectives that usually sat behind the desks, or that were walking suspects into the interrogation rooms would tell Delaney that she wasn't allowed without clearance, but her father usually bailed her out. Now she tried to get to the department a little late, and that meant that there wasn't anyone else in the department except her dad and chief most of the time.
Something was off tonight though. Delaney slowed her pace as she neared the two doors heading into the huge room with all the desks and investigative diagrams. Something was poking at the back of her brain, but she brushed it off as always believing that it was her imagination once again. She had to remind herself to keep that in check since it has been known to run away with her every once in a while. After a few minutes she walked into the huge room and found her dad looking over a board with a lot of pictures and diagrams. Some of the pictures she could have done without, but examined them all the same. She had to get used to it if she was serious about this line of work. He let a huge sigh escape his lungs and sat back down in his chair putting his forehead in the palm of one of his hands. Delaney smiled and let the poking sensation in the back of her mind drop as she approached her father from the back.
She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed on the side of the head, "How's the investigation goin'?"
"Not that it's any of your business, young lady, but I think I'm getting closer," he sighed again and leaned back in his chair, "I'm not going to be home for another few dozen hours. I would appreciate it if you spent the night at your mom's place. It might be a bit safer. I don't want you to be alone at night with this kind of stuff happening."
"No problem," Delaney smiled and looked up at the board, "Need any help from a civilian?"
"You know I won't allow you to look at that," he got up and turned the board around before she could get a good look.
"No problem, I got a good look at it before you sat down," she grinned at him and tried to look innocent, "I think that most of the serious wounds may be caused by a sword or long knife. Slice and stab wounds, multiple bruises, which probably means multiple weapons. There is also some difference in foot patterns around the body. Different sizes and widths. I'm thinking either a small group of five or more people."
"I swear, Delaney," he shook his head from side to side and smiled, "You're going to be one hell of a detective."
"Why? 'Cause I'm so observant?"
"No, because you love to stick your nose into other people's business," he flicked the tip of her nose and pushed her toward the door, "Now get home before the bad guys start coming out of the wood work."
"Oh come on, you know those guys are always out," she smiled, "Don't worry, I have my mace. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow, hopefully after you've had some rest."
"Love ya," he kissed her on the forehead and pushed her again toward the door.
Once she reached the door she looked back at her dad, "Are you ever going to let me into the investigations?"
"I don't want you to look at this stuff until you have to. I want to protect you for as long as I can."
"You can't do that forever, you know."
"I know. That's why I try so hard now."
Delaney smiled, "I totally forgot why I came here. I wanted to ask you about the academy and what I get to look forward to, but it can wait, right?"
"I'm here when you need me."
She nodded and opened the door as far as she could on her way out. She wanted to make sure that he saw her reach the front desk safely. He always asked chief if she got out all right, and she wanted to save him the trouble tonight. Then the feeling came back, stronger than ever. The poking became more prominent and she turned around just in time to see the hard wooden door nearly slam in her face. She stepped back and held tightly to her favorite orange backpack that was slung over her shoulder.
"Dad?" she called through the door and tried to open it once again. It was locked, and it felt as if something was lodged against the door. She started to struggle with the handle on the door and tried to shake the door open. With her heart going a hundred miles per hour she didn't hear chief come from behind her with gun drawn.
"Dad! Dad?" She was still banging on the door as he ran up to her.
"Delaney, what's going on?"
"I don't know. I was just leaving when the door slammed shut and locked on me," from inside both could hear tables being over turn and sounds as if a struggle was occurring. Delaney started toward the door again, "Dad!"
"No!" the young man held her back and pushed her toward the door, "Go call some units. The call sheet is by the phone. Go!"
"What if they don't-"
"They will, go!"
Delaney took down the hall and grabbed the phone up to hear… nothing. No tone, no nothing, "Oh crap."
She heard some glass shattering from down the hall and a gun being fired. She tried to decide which way to go, toward the fight or out the door. She looked through her bag only to find her wallet, some keys and some mace, none of which seem like they will help much. She shook her head to herself, 'What a day to leave my cell phone at home.'
She took off running down the department steps and toward a coffee shop down the street. She had to get to a phone, and home was just too far away. In a few minutes of running she knew she was being followed, and she had to get to a public place before they caught up to her. Otherwise, she could be one of the next cases in her father's department. After two minutes of running like a mad woman she reached the shop and pleaded for the phone. It was given to her without question. If the daughter of a detective looks like she did and was out of breath something was going on. And the owner knew Delaney and her father very well.
Calling 911, brought reinforcements that she knew would probably come too late, but at least she did something. She held on to the phone because the dispatcher told her not to hang up, but she couldn't handle this much at once. She felt the horror and fear climb into her system. Her father was being attacked, and she had very big doubts that Chief was all right when she left. The fear and pain was just too much and Delaney felt herself fall into the darkness as her mind began to shut down. She leaned over on the counter that separated the owner from the customers. The last thing she heard from the phone wasn't very comforting.
"Delaney, stay with us. We'll need to ask you a few questions."