A/N: Sorry I haven't updated my internet stopped working. Do me a favor and check out the poll on my profile to help me figure out what eye colour Florence should have. Enjoy the update :D

Florence jumped from one roof to the other. She laughed as the wind blew in her face. She loved being topside, even if it was just at night time. Florence was a fast runner, so her brothers had quite a hard time keeping up. They called out to her several time for her to slow down, but Florence was having way too much fun.

"Florie, slow down!" Leo warned vigilantly.

His brothers shared the same worried looks. Florence had never run off without them at her side. Her usual place was beside either Leonardo or Raphael, where they could both keep and eye on the tween while not being to smothering. So when a clutter and bang resonated from a couple alleyways down the turtles had hardly any time to stop their little sister. Florence had always taken an interest in the people of this city, especially those that turned to the comfort of committing crimes night after night. She followed the noise to the edge of the building a few yards from her brothers, where she could watch without fear of being seen. The criminals intrigued her, what went through one's head during a crime? What kind of past had they had to wind up thieving on the streets? In any case, it was Florence's own curiosity that would find her in trouble on that evening. She could almost sense it, a slight tingle in the back of her mind, but not enough to stop her.

"Hey Leo, remember when I said taking Florence on patrol was a good idea?" Donatello panted.

"Yeah," Leo breathed.

"Never listen to me again!"

"I'll keep that on mind, now come on we need to catch up with Flo,"

The four brothers raced after their sister and found her watching the two thieves in the alley below. The brothers never voiced it, but the interest Florence showed towards criminals gave them concern. But like most things there was no time to bring up the issue in that moment. Florence turned and smiled meekly at her brothers, having the dignity to look embarrassed under her brothers fierce glares.

"Florence you're supposed to stay with us!" Mikey reprimanded.

"Yeah green bean you could of got hurt," Raph added.

Florence pouted as her brothers scolded her. Crossing her arms over her chest she looked away. A flash of black and white crossed her vision. She dropped her arms and turned to her right searching for the blur in questions. She couldn't make out much as she was straining her eyes to see all the way across the street. Florence looked up to see that her brothers Leo and Raph were arguing. She took her chance and scurried over to the edge of the building. Leaning out from the edge of the building Florence gained view to what had passed her vision. What she saw was a group of heavily armed men in black suits; their attention on a fit middle-aged looking man in a suit (And super cheesy sunglasses Flo thought Like who the heck wears sunglasses at night?) She squinted her eye to get a better view of the man with cheesy sunglasses, only to knock an empty can from the ledge. The clutter and clang it made on it descent seemed terribly loud in the impossibly empty New York City street. that was when the tingle in her head intensified. It almost sounded like a scream, a muffled 'no'. That wasn't me, Florence thought absentmindedly.

The gun fire shocked the pink haired turtle. She was shot? When did that happen? Did sunglasses guy actually see her? Watched she not so stealthy attempt to get closer?She didn't realise that she was screaming. She felt more than saw her brothers rush over to her side. Florence held her hands to the wound on the right side of her chest and began to sob. Out of fear, out of pain; the pink haired turtle wasn't sure. The bullet had shot clean through her shell, Wonder how you fix a broken shell? Florence mused. She fell to her side and to jerk about, why could she control her body anymore? It was only a bullet wound right? She'd be fine; but the reassurance did nothing to soothe her. Muffled voices floated above her head. Blood poured from her wound, More pressure she thought. Her head swam. Her vision blackened. A trembling breath rattled out of her lips. Florence didn't want to die.

You won't my child, I'll keep you safe.


Raphael sat cradling the unconscious child as his brothers fought off the criminals responsible for harming his pink haired angel, his little sister. How dare they, those low-life good for nothing cowards! He continued to press his elbow pad against the bleeding wound. The youngster's hands had fallen away from their spot on her chest when she lost consciousness. He couldn't wait for his brothers any longer. Still holding Florence he jumped to his feet and raced off towards the sewers. How did this happen? How could they have let it? If anything happened to Florence... After flying down a fire escape the red banded turtle jumped down the nearest manhole and sprinted off towards Leatherhead's home. The mutant crocodile had become an Uncle to the little turtle. And there were many ocassions when the youngest turtle sort refuge at Leatherhead's home after a falling out with either a brother or father. Raphael had come to learn many different ways to the home, he just hoped he chose the fastest. He hoped, no- he needed Leatherhead to help Florence. To save her

He arrived screaming out for help. Leatherhead dashed out and took one look at the pale, bleeding child and scooped her out of the ninja's arms before he could say a word.

"Wait here," commanded the deep voice.

Raphael could only listen as he collasped to the floor, his shell creating an awful noise against the front door. He softly banged his head back against it and felt tears sting his eyes. He'd never admit that some may have fallen. it seemed like an eternity before his brothers met up with him. Glancing around at his brothers, Raphael could see his emotions were shared. Leonardo sat to his left while Michelangelo was on his right. The orange clad turtle sat with his knees to his plastron and his head bowed. Leo share the same position as Raphael, only he chose to rest his head on the door, unlike Raph who preferred his incessant banging. Donatello sat in front of him, looking utterly distraught. He was a scientist not a doctor, and Raphael knew that the slight difference was exactly what was causing him pain. That Donatello felt he should be in helping Leatherhead, instead of being useless as he obviously felt. They sat together praying, hoping and wishing that Florence would be alright.

The time was now 4:21am; five hours later Leatherhead emerged from his private chambers. He stripped off a pair of bloodied plastic gloves. He gave the turtles a solemn look.

"I've done all I can for Florence. It's a miracle that she's even alive. She's a strong girl, just like her-,"

"Just tell us what's wrong already!" Raphael exclaimed.

Leatherhead grimaced at his hot-headed friend. "She's in a coma, lost a lot of blood."

The turtles' faces lost all expressions.

"I'm sorry, but we might lose her,"