Donatello sighed happily as he slowly walked down the secluded path to his favourite sunset watching spot. Peaceful evenings like this were few and far between, so that made him enjoy and want to savor them even more.

The warm oranges, reds, and pinks were just starting to appear in the sky as he neared the spot. Such beauty, he thought, in nature. Something that he was sure New Yorkers didn't notice anymore…

Adjusting his coat, he went to climb onto the rock he usually sat on. That's when something caught his eye. Frowning a little, he bent to see what it was.

A small piece of paper, folded in half, had been taped to the side of the rock. Carefully, Don pealed the tape off the rock and unfolded the paper.

On it was written a simple message.

I shall meet you here when you desire to return to you your Sai. Let me know when by taping your response where I taped this letter.

Casey M. Cooper

Don stared at the letter a long time. Wow…it HAD been her after all…

A strange sense of excitement came over him at the idea of seeing her again only this time, he would be able to actually speak with her.

Quickly, he dug into his coat and found the pen he habitually carried around. Using the backside of the paper, Don wrote a date and time and re-taped it to the rock.

After that, he took his place there and watched the sunset. So…this time tomorrow…he would see her…again.

He smiled at that as he remembered the first time he'd seen her…damn, she was lovely…

Feeling his body warm in a way he'd never felt it warm before, started a little. What was that? Whatever it was…it was new…but nice…

With that thought in mind, he took in the sunset before him.

Casey found herself restless the next day as she went about her usual routine. She wanted to go out and see if he'd responded to the note she'd left. The eagerness actually startled her. She had never felt something like this before…

Not wanting to analyze it, she shook those thoughts away. That, however, didn't stop her from throwing on her jacket and heading out to answer that very question.

Casey made it there in record time. It was worth it though when she saw the note and the writing she knew wasn't hers on it. Smiling, she un-stuck it from the rock and read it. Casey put the note in her pocket and walked on. Never had she anticipated the evening so much before…

Donatello stared at the poor toaster before him on his workbench. It had been destroyed during a play fight between Raph and Mikey. With a rueful smile, he shook his head. This one was going to have to be replaced.

It had lasted a good long time, though.

His thoughts turned to the up-coming evening as he cleared the toaster's parts from the bench. A grin spread across his face.

"What's gotten you so happy, brainiac?" Donatello started at the sound of his brother's voice. Looking up, he saw Raph staring at him with an amused expression.

"I have a way to get your Sai back." He announced proudly and explained about finding the note and what it said.

Raph raised his eye ridges. "That was a stroke a' luck. So you're meetin' with her tonight, then?"

Don nodded.

"Good luck, man." Raph said and then left the room.

Later on, Don explained the plan to everyone else. There were mutters of approval and of course, a stern you-better-be-safe lecture from Leo.

Thankfully Jerry, Leo's girlfriend, poked Leo before he could go too far with it.

Don sent her a grateful look which was returned with a small smile and salute.

Jerry grinned back at him. "Someone has to keep him in line."

Don chuckled at that. Leo just sent her a mild glare. He was used to her teasing him like this, but his pride warranted at least a small retaliation and a glare was it.

To soothe Leo, Jerry gently kissed his cheeks, then his mouth. Leo gently kissed her back and offered a small smile. The two walked off arm in arm, leaving Don alone once again.

The purple masked turtle watched them go and smiled. Jerry really had turned out to be good for Leo. He'd started to relax a little and wasn't so "uptight" as Raph put it anymore. It was a nice change.

With that thought in mind, Donatello turned back to his workbench, which was piled with several unfinished projects. This, he hoped, would keep him busy until his meeting.

Casey frowned at her appearance as she stood in front of her large, full-length mirror. Adjusting her baseball cap and her ponytail just a little she finally smiled. When meeting anyone, human or otherwise, for the first time she always liked to look nice. Well, maybe not fancy as she hated dresses, girlish shoes with straps and thin heels that just made her ankle hurt by looking at them. That didn't mean, however, that she didn't like being feminine. She did, just in her own way.

For her meeting with this mysterious turtle tonight she wore one of her nicer, dark blue jeans, her favourite dark red cashmere sweater, matching dark red baseball cap and black flip-flops.

Single Sai in hand, she turned from the mirror and headed out.

The evening was a warm one, Casey was happy to discover. It made her journey all the more enjoyable.

For reasons she wasn't ready to think about, her excitement grew as she neared the location where she was to meet him.

When it came into view, she saw he was there already wearing the trench coat and hate that she had seen him that first night.

"Hello there," she said tentatively, "I am Casey Cooper. I left you the note."

Donatello turned to her and offered a soft smile. "It's nice to meet you, Casey. I'm Donatello. So, you have my Sai?" he wouldn't mention there being more of them. After all, he knew better than to trust a stranger even if it was a gorgeous woman.

Casey nodded and held up the weapon, hilt first towards Donatello. "It is nice to meet you too." And truly it was. The setting sun played on his dark green face, making his brown eyes stand out that much more. Not to mention those muscles…

She shook herself from those thoughts, still unable to believe she'd even had them before and now.

Little did she know, but Donatello was studying her aswell.

She definitely looked more attractive up close like this. Her hair looked like fire with the oranges and yellows from the sunset reflecting off of it. Her eyes were regarding him with what he knew as fascination. It was amazing she wasn't afraid. He commented on this to her.

Casey smiled a little. If only she could tell him the truth was to why that was. Instead, she had to tell him something else that would definitely be more believable than her having had visions about him.

"I am not easily frightened." And that was the truth, come to think of it considering what she'd encountered in her lifetime.

Donatello chuckled at that, which Casey found to be a very pleasant sound. "I guess when you live in New York, that could be true." He joked and shrugged.

This made Casey smile. He seemed almost boyish when he did that. One could easily forget he was a giant turtle for a moment.

Donatello gently took the weapon from her, his rough, callused fingers brushing hers. Though the contact was brief, it sent a rather pleasant jolt through his body.

He looked up into Casey's eyes and saw the awareness in them. She had felt it too.

This cannot be happening! Casey shook herself, not letting those thoughts go any further.

"Still, I'm a big, mutant turtle so that doesn't qualify as even New York scary." Donatello said finally after a moment or two of silence.

Casey bit her lip. He was right. "I have no explanation for that, then." Oh, how she hated lying to him. She didn't realize it would make her feel as slimy as it did at that moment. But, unfortunately, it was necessary.

Donatello studied her again for another moment. "I'll chalk it up to good luck, then." And that's all he could really do in this very odd case.

Casey gave him a soft smile. "Well, I will head home now. Take care, Donatello."

And with one last glance at the turtle, she turned and headed back the way she came.

Donatello watched her go, oddly sad that their meeting was over. He knew he wanted to see her again, but how?

The answer came only minutes later as Casey suddenly groaned and collapsed just a few feet from him.