AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello! I am back, finally, with a sequel to Return to You! yay! anyway, this time around it's our dear Raphael that gets to have his world turned upside down by a woman! read on and enjoy. Oh yes, I'm doing this in third person, not first like the last one. just a heads up.

11:30pm, Static dance club, lounge, and bar, downtown New York City...

"Pass me the vodka, my man!" Elizabeth Dawn Brent called to her employee, Dean who was working the bar with her.

"Right on it!" he shouted and tossed her the bottle. Liz caught it and poured it into the glass in front of her, followed by cranberry juice. The bar was hopping that night, crawling with Hollywood's elite. Which was normal for Liz because her establishment was one of the most exclusive and popular in the city.

The drink list was extensive and also pricey, containing plenty of of the best hard alcohol, wines, beers, and coolers out there today. But, those that came here could afford to dish out the cash. The tip jar, she notice smugly, was already filled with hundreds of dollars and they'd only been open for about and hour and a half.

The decor of the bar was simple. Leather-clad stools lined along two varnished cedar counters. behind the bar, the choices for drinks were displayed. The lounge was a bit more 'done up' as Liz liked to think of it. It had a wonderfully bold blend of blues, black, and cream coloured couches. The tables themselves were flat versions of those 'lightning balls' which was truly original.

The dance floor was huge, able to fit 300 plus people, so that crowding could usually be avoided. Right now, about 100 plus were out there, dancing to a bass-abusing hip-hop song.

"Damn," Liz said to Dean as he came to stand beside her. "it's bloody hot in here."

"I agree." Dean dabbed his towel against the back of his neck. "Wanna get Vincent and Ruby up here so we can take a break?"

It was funny, even though Liz was technically his boss and couldn't really make suggestions like that, it didn't matter to her. Dean was pretty much her family. They both had worked together in her bar since she had first opened it almost 5 years ago.

"Oh that would be wonderful!" Liz called the two people in question, who were just finishing clearing some glasses off of a nearby table.

Once the two were in place behind the bar, Liz and Dean headed outside to the Employees Only patio. A cool breeze immediately hit her skin, making her sigh happily.

"That's better." Liz and Dean watched from above while more people came in from below.

"A never-ending stream. It never ceases to amaze me." Dean commented.

"Yeah, same here." Liz took out the hair elastic that kept her raven hair back in its usual ponytail. "Ugh, sweaty hair."

Dean laughed. "You complain about that everynight, I think."

Liz glared at him playfully. "So?"

Dean only laughed more, his dark green eyes twinkling with amusement. Only a moment later, they were both startled by the sound of something clattering to the ground behind them.

"What the--" Liz started to say, but stopped once she caught sight of what the item was. It appeared to be a three-pronged metal weapon.

Dean, brow creased with curiosity, picked it up. "Odd." he said, looking it over.

Liz nodded. "It's nicely made, though. Look at the leather wrapping and the carvings on the metal. Both are gorgeous." And indeed they were. On the front there were Japanese letters. The back had a dragon. Both, it was obvious, were done with the utmost care and skill.

"I imagine whoever owns this will want it back." Dean said.

Liz agreed, and looked around to see if anyone was around that appeared to be looking for something. No such luck. Everyone was either chatting, dancing, or drinking. Nobody looked as if they had misplaced anything.

"Oh well. I'll keep it behind the bar and see if anyone comes for it." Liz announced, and once again admired the weapon before heading inside with Dean.

Meanwhile, on the roof of the bar a very pissed off red-bandana wearing turtle was glaring down at the ground.

"Dammit! Dropped it!" Raphael huffed and cursed again. If only it hadn't landed where that chick and the dude were, otherwise he would have been able to retrieve it.

Michaelangelo patted his brother on the back. "Bummer, dude. Don't worry. We'll get it back."

"How? the chick's got it inside that very public bar of hers, Mikey. It's not like we can just waltz in 'ere and get it."

"I know that, bro. That's why we send Christine, who is very human, in there." Mikey smiled with childlike delight as he mentioned his best friend and now girlfriend.

Raph smiled at Mikey's obvious solution. "Awesome! let's go get her!" And with that, the two brothers took off back to the sewer to tell her about their plan.

Christine agreed, changed into more 'bar friendly clothes' as she called them (which she didn't let Mikey see otherwise he wouldn't have let her leave), and headed back to the busy bar with Raph and Mikey in tow.

"Wow! look at all those people!" Christine exclaimed when they got closer.

"Yeah, there's tons of 'em." Raph agreed. "Ya ready?"

Christine nodded and went to go stand in the line-up, which was disconcertingly long. Thankfully, they were pretty efficient and she got to the front in about 20 minutes. That may seem long, but when the lines (as she had read) could number in the hundreds, this was pretty good.

Before she went in, she caught eyes with Mikey and slipped her trenchcoat off. Mikey's eyes, as she had predicted, bugged open when he caught sight of her short, mid-thigh, form-fitting black dress which also boosted up certain parts of anatomy.

Raph laughed at Mikey's expression. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

"Woah." Was all the turtle could say in response, which only made Raph laugh harder.

Not too long later, Christine reappeared. She glanced up at the boys, revealing the Sai.

"Yes!" Raph exclaimed. A moment later, she climbed up onto the room and handed the weapon back to Raph.

"Way to go, Chris on not only gettin' back my weapon, but leaving Mikey speachless with that dress!"

Christine smiled in triumph. "Thanks! Getting the Sai back was easy, though Liz thought I was a bit odd for having one."

"Liz?" Raph asked.

"Oh, the owner of the bar. Her name is Elizabeth Brent." Christine produced a magazine photo of the woman in question. Raph took it and studied it. As he suspected, it was the same woman he'd seen on the patio.

Damn, Raph thought, she was pretty hot. He'd only been able to see her hair from above so he hadn't really gotten a good look at her, but now he could. She had eyes the colour of dark rum to go with her raven hair. She was also slender, but still very much had a womanly figure. her lips were pouty and full in the picture and Raph found himself wishing that he was holding the real Liz and could kiss her, just to see if that mouth was as soft as it looked.

Raph shook his head, figuring she had that effect on alot of men. Perhaps even the one he'd seen her with tonight. Either way, she was out of his league.

Before any of them could move to go back to the sewer, a loud scream pierced the air.