Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.

Song for this Fic: Iris as performed by the GooGooDolls

Leo and his brothers are 34 years old. Tony is 40.

**NOTE This is a ONESHOT based off of my What We Hide Series, this takes place while Leo was sent away but connects to the third book in the series.**
The Nightwatcher's Admirer

Rae's POV

My back is up against the wall of an alley, my bike trashed, and a man in metal armor is standing in front of me with metal chains handing from his hands one is spinning and the metal helmet he is wearing hides his face.

My black hair falls in my face as I squirm back when the Nightwatcher turns to check on me.

The men that had attacked me have either fled or lay broken at his feet.

"You ok?" he asks gruffly.

I manage to nod before I frown.

"You could've stopped them from ruining my bike," I grumble after spying my Harley Sportster Forty-Eight over turned and twisted up.

Then to my shock he starts laughing, it's deep and harsh, but not cruel.

"Aren't chicks usually more worried about their shoes?" he chuckles before offering me a hand up.

"I'm not most girls," I mutter with a roll of my eyes, I turn to lift up my bike and see if there is anything I can do to save it.

"How far are you from home?" I hear the Nightwatcher ask.

"About a block, not sure how I'm getting my bike back though," I snap before turning to glare at him again.

Never figured this guy was the talkative type.

He's gone!

I gasp startled at his sudden and freakishly silent disappearance.

Then I am forced to walk home and begrudgingly leave my bike behind. What a jerk.

But then another thought occurs to me.

How does someone with that much metal on them just disappear like that?

By the time I get home I am shocked to find my bike against the garage…how it got there baffles me until I take five seconds to think about it and I hear the distinctive sound of the Nightwatcher's bike roaring away.

Jerk…could've at least given me a ride home.

But a decent jerk, he got my bike here.

I sigh as I finish rinsing the blood from my scrapes and mutter as I inspect my bruised face.

I look like a train wreck and groan as I fumble with my bandana and the rub the fiery rose tattoo on my right bicep.

I am part of a small bike gang here in New York, if you can call it a gang. We get together on weekends, go cruising and hit the bars, although Pete the "leader" of our group seems a bit fishy lately.

I groan at the sight of the dark bruising along my jaw, that's going to hurt like hell.

Wonderful, this will be fun to explain at work tomorrow.

After that I keep an eye out for him, the Nightwatcher, why I'm not entirely sure…but I find the fact that he took extra time to help me, intriguing.

I don't ever run into him again and it's weeks later that he simply vanishes from the news reports. There are all sorts of speculations, that he was killed, that he was injured.

No one knows for sure but everyone wants to know.

What happened to the Nightwatcher?

Me? I hold out the hope that someday, somehow, I get to meet him again.

A/N: Well now what did I just do? *winks* The next installment of the series is coming soon! Hope to hear from you guys!