If there was one thing in the world that irritated just about every person in the world, it was traffic. No one enjoyed being stuck in traffic. She glanced down at her watch and sighed. She was now officially late; dinner was going to burn if she didn't get home quickly. The crockpot was set on high and in another few minutes, the pot roast was going to burn. The appointment she had with her trainer started soon and he absolutely hated it when she was late. She contemplated calling him to let him know that she was running a tad behind, but he'd just lecture her about punctuality blah, blah, blah. It took half an hour just for her to finally pull into her driveway. She had recently mulled over the idea of moving closer to the city, but she loved her little too house too much and so did her family.

"Fan-freaking-tastic." She grumbled as she shed her coat and smelled her roast burning. She turned off the crockpot and sighed. She started scooping out the burned parts and she managed to actual salvage a lot of it. She grabbed a bowl and ate as she changed out of her work clothes and into some sweats. She wasn't sure if her trainer was coming over alone or with his other associates so she covered the crockpot and turned it to warm. The last time they all came and she hadn't offered food ended with the training session from hell and two-week's worth of soreness for her.

She was tying her hair into a bun when her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but decided to answer anyway. "Hello?"

"You don't know me," a pained and accented voice replied. "But I need your help."

"Who is this?" She asked, her heart starting to race.

"My name…is Grayson…Grayson Parker and I am…in desperate need…of your help." He panted, his voice so low she could barely hear him.

"How did you get this number?" She demanded.

"Please come to…these coordinates…40.6522 north…and 73.9911 west…"

"Listen buddy, I'm not doing any—"

"Please!" He whispered angrily, she knew it would've been a shout if he could've handled it. "I don't have…time to explain…everything. 40.6522 north…and 73.9911 west. They're gonna…be back soon…and then…then I'll be…dead…please hurry."

And the line went dead.

Her heart was pounding and her head was throbbing painfully. Her hands were shaking as she hit the familiar speed dial.

"Hey K—"

"Leo, we've got a problem."

"What's going on?" He asked, voice full of concern.

"I'm not too sure," she answered. "Someone just called my cell and gave me some coordinates to come and help him."

"Did you recognize who he was?" Leonardo asked.

"No. He said his name was Grayson Parker. Does that ring any bells?"

"No," He answered after a brief pause. "Did he say why or give you any more information?'

"No, just that he needed my help and that people were going to kill him."

"Text Don the coordinates, he should almost be at your place with Raph. Mikey and I will meet you guys at the location."

She did as she was told and then quickly texted Donatello.

"How sure are you that this is a legitimate threat?" Leonardo asked.

"I was listening very carefully and he wasn't projecting anything but fear and…"

"And what?"

"Hope." She answered sadly.

"Okay, pack your sword just in case. We'll see you soon."

"Thanks Leo."

"Of course."

Right as Leo hung up, she received a text from Donatello.

Mr. Brainiac: Meet us at Greenwood Cemetery.

"Ugh seriously?!" She complained aloud. "What is it with people wanting me to go to freaking cemeteries?!"

Kaliyah Miller sighed, knowing that a new adventure was on the horizon.