After leaving Tempest's apartment, Leo made his way to the rendezvous point which was the warehouse that rested over their lair. Where he would meet up with his brothers and see if they had found any trouble, take stock of wounds if anyone had them and then make their way to the lair where they would treat said wounds (again if anyone had them) and then unwind.

From the way Raph had talked earlier, he doubted that there were any wounds or injuries worth mentioning. So he took his time reaching the warehouse while trying to figure out what he was going to say to his brothers. And after much thought and consideration he decided that he would say nothing about meeting Tempest.

She was his discovery. A rare treat that he had blindly stumbled across. He would not share her. Not even with his family.

At least not for a little while.

No, he intended to get to know his new friend- no wait, friend seemed a bit impersonal a word to dub Tempest. Maybe something more along the lines of 'special friend/potential mate' would be more accurate a term to dub her by.

He stopped running and skidded to a stop on the gravel rooftop he'd been about to jump from and looked down at the ground below.

Oh god where had that silly thought come from? He wondered before asking himself if he could really subject such a sweet, human female to being his mate? Could he really live with himself and his tattered honor if he did?

He wasn't sure. He didn't really understand what he was thinking at the moment.

He liked Tempest. There was just something about her that tugged at his heartstrings. Something that sent his hormones skyrocketing out of control and made his protective instincts kick in. It was like she was a rare butterfly or bird, he wanted to shelter her. To keep her safely by his side for as long as she allowed him too.

This made her...unique to him.

That and the fact that he had been able to forget his present unwell condition when he was with her made her unique. But just because she was unique to him, and he was already feeling attached to her didn't mean that his brothers, his father, or even his friends would understand or even share the same sentiments towards her.

No, if anything they would be hostile, mean, perhaps even decide that she was a danger to them and attack her with the intent to harm or kill her. He frowned. His expression thunderous. "I can't allow that to happen."

His walky crackled for a second before he heard Don's voice. "Leo? Leo?"

Sighing he grasped his walky talky from his belt and unclipped it and put it to his mouth. "Yeah Don."

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You don't exactly sound fine. Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Yes Don." Leo said from between clenched teeth. "I'm itchy. I ache in strange places and I'm not totally sure, but I think I was aroused earlier. I kept having to-"

"Ew! Say no more." Don said quickly before falling silent. Leo smirked at the walky for a second and clipped it back onto his belt. That should shut Don up for a little while. He thought in bemusement. Though he really wasn't looking forward to the physical that his brother was going to put him through once they were home. Nor was he looking forward to Raph riding him about his condition.

Whatever the hell was wrong with him.

He sighed, feeling a little tired from all his thinking and wished that he had thought to ask Tempest for her phone number or cell number so that he could have called her later and spoken to her before going to sleep. He was sure that he would have liked that very much.

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"Where's fearless?" Raph asked in his usual irked tone as he leaned his shell back against the wall of old empty crates behind him. Don looked at him as he switched on the tracking chip he'd planted in each of his brother's shell cells. Ever the prepetual worrier, Don was concerned about his eldest brother's condition.

His shell cell started to peep, and he pulled up the digital map he'd downloaded into his cell features and checked to see where Leo was.

From the looks of things he was only a half mile from the warehouse. Not too far that it should cause concern, but still far enough away where it would take him and his other two brothers a good ten minutes to reach him if something happened. God knew that Leo had a bad habit of getting into trouble when they weren't around to bail him out.

"He's a half mile from here. Signal isn't moving so I guess he's taking a little break."

"A break? You screwing with me man? Leo doesn't take breaks. He doesn't take breathers-" Raph growled as he pushed away from the crates, toppling a few over and making both Don and Mikey flinch a bit.

"Yes well, he's been feeling a little under the weather lately so..."

"You're joking right-" Mikey finally said, his sky blue eyes looking at his middle brother in concern. Raph was right. Leo never took breaks. Breathers. Hell, he didn't even stay down when he was knocking on death's door. "Leo never get's sick."

"Yes well..."

"Does he have a cold or something?"

"I doubt a cold would cause the symptoms that Leo was describing." Don said as he mentally went over some of the things that Leo had mentioned. It didn't sound like a natural condition. Maybe it was something environmental? Or chemical? Perhaps he was even overly stressed? Don sighed. He wouldn't know until he gave Leo a physical.