Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. They're just staring in my own story. They aren't getting paid and nether am I. I do own however Jeanetta Patterson and Monica Patterson.

And a Thank You goes to Raphs No.1 Girl for beta reading.

A/N: What nobody like? Come on…tell me do you like or what?

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Jeanetta made her way to an old antiques store that she had 'stumbled' upon a while back. Stumbled meaning she had literally stumbled into the store. She had been walking along the sidewalk when her two feet had become entangled, and she had stumbled through the door. She had looked around enjoying the old dusty 'junk' as her mother would call it. She had been looking through a book when the store's owner greeted her. The woman was a laid back earthy woman and, after recognizing her 'as the daughter of Monica Patterson', they had become friends.

Jeanetta went to the store every chance she got.

She turned the corner, and the store and the building 2nd Time Around Antiques & More loomed ahead. It was a nice one. The first one had been burnt to the ground two years before.
She quickly crossed the street and went inside. "Hello? April?" she turned a corner that was piled high with books.

"Jean? Is that you?" the voice of the red head came from the middle of the store.

Jeanetta smiled at the simple name. Her mother refused to call her by the shortened version of her name.

"Yeah, don't move, I'll find you."

"No! You don't move. I'll find you."

It took a few minutes but April came around a corner. She smiled, her light green eyes sparkling. "You see, my first store was burnt down. I don't need a cyclone coming through here."

"Hey, I didn't trip once all the way here." Jean put her hands on her hips and gave April a crooked grin. "So any 'new' stuff?"

"Nope, but a friend gave me a book. I think you'll have more use for it." April turned and walked back to the store Jean following her. "So how'd you escape?"

They sat down at a table and April passed Jean a book that she had gotten out from behind the counter. She slid the book across the table. Jean picked it up and raised an eyebrow.
"'Magnet Therapy : Balancing Your Body's Energy Flow for Self- Healing' are you kidding me?"

"No. He gave that to me. They're 'trying' to give me a few lessons in Martial Arts, kind of the family thing." April winced at a painful memory of a past lesson.

Jean's eye went wide, "Really?! So cool! Are you any good?"

April laughed and shook her head. "Really I'm too old for the stuff, but I can at least hold my own in fighting now. Though I'm not as good as the others."

"Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph… so, when can I met these big mystery friends of yours?" Jean leaned forward in anticipation. She had heard a lot about these four friends of April's. She had already met Casey Jones, April's on and off boyfriend, but she had never met those April always talked lovingly about. In fact, she talked about their personalities, some of their antics and told her that they excelled in Martial Arts but never told her what they looked like nor showed a picture.

April had a fleeting moment of panic as Jean watched her. She swallowed hard, knowing she had peaked the interest of the teenager by telling her about them. But it really wasn't like the girl had any other friends that she ran to. April knew most of Jean's story.

Though why her mother didn't care for the pretty teenager she'd never know. True, the girl was very clumsy, but her sheer personality made up for it. And her mismatched eyes were stunning. The deep almost yellow and the bright green gave the light dusky skinned teen an almost cat-like look. However, the slightly swollen cheek did her face no good. April narrowed her eyes at it. "Did your mother hit you again?" she asked out of both concern and to defer the girl's interest in her friends.

Jean's eyes darkened as she nodded slowly. "Yes. But she's gone for two whole weeks!" she brightened and smiled.

"Jean…you can't let her beat on you like that." April said sternly.

Jean's face fell and she turned her head away for the first time ashamed of herself. She covered her right cheek. "Yeah, I know. But it's only slaps. They bruise but it's never more than that. So…" she brightened again, her dark mood fading as fast as it came, "How is Casey doing?"

April sighed and dropped it. "He's…fine. Wild, high strung, but fine. He'll be back from another one of his excursions tomorrow."

They continued to talk, until a customer came in. It was just about that time that the phone rang. "I've got it, April!" Jean let April know, as she was busy helping an old woman that couldn't make up her mind. She picked up the phone. "April's 2nd Time Around Antiques & More, can I help you?"

"April?" a rough young male voice sounded in her ear.

"No. April's busy helping a customer, this is a friend."

"Put April on will ya?" the voice asked roughly.

"Ok. Fine." she covered the mouth piece and called out to April. "April? Phone." she sang.

"Who is it? I'm kind of busy at the moment." the exasperated voice of April replied.

"Sorry friend, she's still rather busy. Can I ask who's calling?" Jean asked sweetly into the phone.

The voice growled and mumbled something then spoke up, "Tell her it's Raph. Tell her it's important." the voice trailed off again mumbling something in the background.

"Raph? Oh, one of April's friends." She pulled away from the phone and called back out to April. She didn't however hear the cursing that came from the other side. "April? Sorry, but they say it's important. It's Raph."

That got her attention. April excused herself and hurried over to the phone. "Can you finish helping the woman?" Jean nodded. April took the phone from Jean. "Raph? What's wrong?...We'll talk about that later." Jean didn't hear anymore as she moved to help the woman. She did keep thinking about the rough voice. If that was one of April's mystery friends that did the Martial Arts, then he at least was a Mr. Grump.

The old woman finally chose what she wanted and left. It was at that time that April came back looking very hassled. "I'm going to have to close up for the rest of the day. I gotta go help some friends."

"That's fine. I better head home anyway." Jean smiled as she picked up the book and made her way to the doors.

"Ah, Jean…are you sure that you'll be alright at your apartment? You can always stay with me for awhile." April placed a hand on Jean's shoulder after she locked the door.

"Nah, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine."

But she wasn't fine. She found that out the moment she got home. The entire apartment was ransacked. Her home was in shambles; everything was knocked over and a lot of stuff was broken. She stood there in shock. Not for long though. She quickly called the police.

It didn't take them long to arrive. Being the daughter of one of the city's top modeling companies' director they were thorough in their search. Jean was taken down to one of the stations and questioned. They shook their heads when she couldn't give them the number of the hotel that her mother was staying at. They wouldn't let her go back to the apartment. They asked her if she had friends to stay with. At first she shook her head, then remembered April's offer.

That's where they were heading now. Jean had a few things in a backpack that the police allowed her to take. After a long car ride and five stumbles later they were climbing the stairs to April's apartment. Jean stared at her gangly feet as one of the cops knocked on the door.
There were sounds of light shuffling before the door opened a crack. April's face peered out.

"Yes?"

"Uh Miss O'Neil? Do you know a Jeanetta Patterson?" the cop asked as he looked down at a small pad.

"Oh God! What happened? Is she alright?!" the door opened more.

Jean stepped into the line of view. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"It seems that Miss Patterson's home was broken into," the cop again looked down at the pad.
"And it seems since her mother didn't leave a number as to where she will be staying, and since
Miss Patterson gave your name as a contact, we believe it be wise that she stay with you until we can contact her mother."

"Oh. Yes, it's no problem. Come on Jean. Good day officer." April shooed Jean in and closed the door. She turned to Jean. "What happened?!"

"Calm down April! Jeez, I think you're more upset then I am. As soon as I got back I found that the door was opened and everything was trashed." She walked over to the couch and sat down thinking. "You know the funniest thing is that even though the place was destroyed, nothing was missing."

Jean stretched out on the couch later that night. After April was done fussing over her she was allowed to get some sleep. Jean sighed and yawned. She propped up and looked out at the simple but nice apartment. It was a one bedroom apartment and Jean had refused to take April's bed. She loved the couch anyway. It was a deep maroon leather couch that was as soft as a bed. She looked out at the empty living room. The half-moon was shining in through the windows limiting the living room. She didn't have an idea as to why her apartment had been broken into. There was nothing stolen. Nothing at all, though there were a lot of valuables in the place. Her mother's jewelry, the entertainment equipment, vases, even the crystal that held over two hundred dollars worth of brandy was worth several hundred. But none was missing. It was like the people hadn't been regular crooks. It was like they weren't after those things. If it had been her they had been after then why? She hadn't been there, they could still have took the other valuables.

Jean sighed. She was thinking too much into it. I watch too much TV. She thought as she laid her head on the pillow.