Guess who's back! Along with all your favorite butt-kicking terrapins, long-haired mechanic, persistent Channel 6 journalist, and four-foot, wisecracking rat! Oh, and Emma's in there too... in wouldn't be part of the M/E Chronicles without her.

I tied in a complete of one-shots, but you don't need to read them to get what's happening... however, if this' your first story reading of mine, then you will be very lost. Visit my profile page for the beginning of the stories. Or just charge ahead and enjoy this latest installment! Munch your pizza while you're at it.

}{January, 2017}{

"This is happening, this is happening..." Mikey squealed between leaps on the buildings. "Wait, what would 'this' make us, exactly?"

"Get the lead out, Mike!" his brother Raph yelled as he passed him. "You make us late and I'm knocking you into next year!"

"Raph, you promised no violence." Don warned their brother from his few feet behind them.

"Yeah," Mikey sprung himself up and flipped over Raph, giving him a taunting upside down grin. "You can't knock someone outta church. That'd be sacrificial."

"Sacrilegious!" Don and Leo corrected him, coming up quick on their left flank.

"Whatever!" Mikey rolled his eyes at them. "Oh, ramp!"

He broke out his board and the for the next six minutes, concentrated on beating Raph and the rest to the Center Street Church It was a new record of focus for him... perhaps. Mikey took a good look through the nearest window as his brothers caught up on the shingles beside him.

Raph snorted as he glanced through into the Gothic interior of the church. "Never would've pegged April or Casey for Catholics."

"You know they picked it because of the rafters." Leo shoved him over and jimmied the lock easily with the hilt of his katana. The window opened like a seal and Leo raised his fist, signaling for quiet. Of all their missions, they didn't want to screw this up!

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"They're going to screw this up!" April O'Neil adjusted the bodice for the tenth time. "I shouldn't have agreed to this, but why would't I, right? Because I'm attracted to disaster, that's why." She whirled from the full-length mirror, breathing hard. "But I don't want disaster, not today! There's so much riding on this!"

She was staring across the back room at Emma Dewittier, desperate for her friend to offer her comfort and assurance. Emma turned from the basket she'd been bent over, a chocolate heart half-bitten. "Wow... is this what I sound like all the time?"

"A little more high-pitched." April admitted. "But I'm serious! I rode Thompson for two weeks to give me this story. Now I finally have this guy's identity and I can't-" She grit her teeth as her hands met puff and lace at her sides. "And this skirt is too cumbersome!"

"It was the only one available." Emma patted her shoulder. "Now... eat this chocolate."

April took the wrapped sweet daftly. "How are you so calm?"

"Not calm, rather confident." Emma gave a shrug in her powder-blue, boat-neck dress. "I know you and I know the guys. Well, not as well as you do, but I know them enough." She snatched up another chocolate for herself. "It kinda balances out though, since I know you better then they do. That is, not as well as you and Casey know each other. I mean, you guys are getting married!"

"It's not real." April reminded her. Emma only smirked back at her. "But it will be soon enough. Man, these things must be Belgian!"

Agh, Emma though everything was simple if it got her an extra snack time. Never mind the fact that she and Casey were 'marrying' for the sake of the city. They were doing it to draw out a bomber that had been terrorizing the streets for the last month. It was the work of a Foot Clan veteran, a successful attempt in drawing retaliation from the mob. April had never thought Shredder would make such a loud move, but it didn't take long to notice that the bombings were literally chasing the mobsters out into broad daylight. They were making mistakes... thus, getting arrested.

This 'helping hand' as some officers had been calling it, didn't change the fact that someone was blasting away at the city blocks. April had learned his identity 32-hours ago, and rather then hand it in to Thompson, had agreed to Leo's plan to draw him out.

"Following Raph's hunch on this guy's psyche," Donnie had explained to all of them only this morning in the lair. "I went back and scoured every minute of street camera footage from the last six bombings. His face shows up at every one, watching the building or buildings burn."

"Shredder wouldn't allow that." April had shook her head, noting the features of the face, no matter how grainy. "The Foot are unseen, unheard of."

"Meaning he wants to stay." Casey's body had tensed beside her. "He wants to watch."

"More like he has to." Raph had snarled, a sai spinning through his fingers. "Look at 'im. Can't take his eyes off of it."

Casey had stepped forward, his fist opening and closing. "What'd we need to do to get this guy?"

April knew there was no talking him out of it after that. With every fire, Casey only saw the same flames that had ruined his dad's store. In his eyes, it was the one unforgivable sin. So here she was, dressed in a fluffy cupcake outfit to help him with that. The lengths that love would make her go to. Never mind the fact that 'jeopardy' was pretty much her and Casey's last name since their lives had combined with the turtles.

"Yeah," Emma poked her head out of the door when a knock sounded. April heard a muffled voice explain that the pastor was ready, the organist eager to start.

Everyone's eager for this to happen. April realized, alluding to more then capturing their bad guy. She looked back at the mirror, crushing the material of her white dress between her fingers. Her hair pinned up, a string of pearls decorating above her sweetheart neckline. "Why aren't you eager for this? I mean, you love Casey, right? So, why not get married?"

Why not do the thing that everybody expected of her? April's lips tightened. Because everyone expects it. I hate the expected.

"April." Emma swiped a kleenex from its box and wiped her brown-smudged fingertips. "Organ lady's pumping to go," she snorted. "Get it, pumping? Because she has to-"

"Oh my gosh, grow up." April broke herself from her serious stupor and laughed.

Okay kind of a slow beginning, but it picks up soon. I felt it important to set up an emotional base; I've always been obsessed with Casey/April wedding! Read, rate, review and be honest... are you guys happy that TMNT is back?!

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