A/N: Hey everyone. Hope everyone is having a good week so far. Can't believe its Wednesday already. Amazing how fast the week goes. Really appreciate those who take the time to review. Hope everyone enjoys the rest of their weeks. I'll be back Sunday.

Chapter 4

Oroku Karai walked down the dimly lit halls, Takeshi her first in command easily matching her pace. He was more brawn than brain, but Karai knew he was loyal, which is why she kept him around. She had been tempted to dispose of him after he had failed to kill the turtle that her soldiers had wounded, but had thought better of it. For now anyway.

Ahead of her two prison guards led the way, opening up secured doors.

Visiting a prison was such a bother. She'd never done so before. But the letter she had received had been enough to peak her interest. Any news on getting to Leonardo's family – getting her revenge was worth a visit. And if this man, Graham, really did have information. She would make sure to acquire it.

"Through here, Miss Oroku," one of the guards instructed as he opened the door to the visitor's hall.

Karai's green eyes narrowed a little as she walked into the room, her eyes scanning the occupants. She'd already done her research of course. Looking into who Graham was, a once successful business man, who had tried to kill his wife and young daughter. He'd been sentenced to life in prison but had appealed the court's decision. He had a trial in a week and had asked for Karai's help in exchange for information on the turtles.

The man was in the far corner. Sitting at one of the tables close to a window. The light played over his face. He had the appearance of one who had lost quite a bit of weight in a short amount of time. His hair was disheveled and un-kept. Wearing an orange jumper like the rest of the inmates, his face scruffy with a rather shaggy beard. He scratched at it as he stared around at the other prisoners who were visiting with their families.

Karai headed in his direction, Takeshi following. As she approached the man's eyes snapped up to her, taking in her sleeveless black dress and high heel shoes. Her short haircut, her oval face, green eyes. His eyes narrowing a little, sizing her up. As if deciding whether or not she was really what he expected her to be. Karai bristled a little.

"Mr. Cooper?"

"Miss Oroku." He stood up, offering a hand. She didn't take it. She looked him over, just as he had done to her.

He scowled, obviously not appreciating the gesture. He was a man that was used to being in control, though you didn't run a million dollar company by being a pushover Karai thought with a satisfied smirk. She sat without being invited. With a moment's hesitation Graham sat as well, eyeing Takeshi warily.

Takeshi did not sit, he stood behind Karai, like an obedient guard dog, watching its master's back.

"You said you had news for me," Karai snapped, impatient to get this over with. She had other matters to deal with this afternoon, one included an important meeting with the mayor. Talking to a low life in prison wasn't her top priority.

Graham's eyes snapped to her face again.

"What do you know of the turtles?" Karai hissed.

"Our deal?"

"Our deal will only stand if your information is worth the having!"

A vein popped in the man's forehead as he scowled. Graham never liked being out of control in a situation, but he knew he was not in control of this situation. Karai held all the cards except one, his ace and she wasn't going to show him her hand until he gave it up.

"How do you know of the turtles?" Karai's voice was clipped, impatient. She was studying him like someone would study a bug under a microscope. It made Graham feel uneasy. But he refused to show it. He had dealt with several tough business men while he'd been running his own, this was no different.

"They kidnapped my wife. That filthy creature took her from me, brainwashed her. Impregnated her."

"You still believe the child to be theirs? The DNA test performed on the girl proved that you were her father."

Graham snorted. He obviously believed that the results had been forged so that it would put him away for a longer period of time. Karai raised a perfectly curved eyebrow at him.

"Is this all the information you have?"

"No. A few weeks ago some new people were brought in. Six or seven. All of them looked pretty banged up, and all of them had the same tattoo. A purple dragon."

Karai pursed her lips. She was not associated to the purple dragons. She and Hun had made how they felt about each other very clear on more than one occasion.

"… they were talking about the turtles," Graham continued not disregarding her obvious disdain. "Said they fought with the turtles. Their leader, Hun… he had a… " Graham hesitated looking at the guards posted around the room before looking at Karai. "A deal he had to close in this week. They said if the turtles got wind of it… they would try to stop him from collecting."

Karai nodded slowly. If the turtles got wind of it, there was no doubt they would be there. And if Hun wasn't too big of an idiot to have a few extra fighters… the turtles might just be in for a surprise. Of course, this meant she would have to actually contact the big idiot and see if he would be willing to work out some sort of deal. Perhaps if she was lucky she'd actually be able to get her hands on Leonardo…of course, she didn't want the turtles completely destroyed. Not quickly anyway. She wanted to finish Leonardo off herself. But she had no time for such foolishness, she would send her soldiers out to fight the turtles. With orders to bring Leonardo back to her. Between Hun's fools and her own trained soldiers the turtles would be outmatched.

Karai kept her face impassive, unwilling to let the flicker of anticipation touch her eyes. She met Graham's eyes evenly and saw a bit of the color slowly leave his sunken face.

"Perhaps," Karai pushed her chair away from the table, clearly this was all the information this man had. "Is that all the information you have of them?"

Graham seemed reluctant, but he nodded. "Our bargain?"

Karai considered him, wondering if his information really was as valuable as he hoped. Still, if this did work out… if she was able to get her revenge for her father… as pathetic as Graham Cooper was, Karai was sure that his connections could certainly come in handy if he were to come work for her.

She smiled sweetly as she stood. "Your lawyer will be here in the morning, when you are free. Call me. I think that you will be an excellent addition to the company. And having a job waiting would be looked upon favorably by the court."

"Thank you, Miss Oroku."

She nodded her head and walked away, Takeshi at her side. As they left the hall she looked at him. "Contact Hun… we have plans to make."

"Yes mistress."

"And make sure he knows… that it is in his best interests if he wishes to keep his assets secure. Perhaps it is time for a truce, even if only temporarily." She smirked. The man bowed.

As soon as they had gathered up their things from the lockers and left the prison. Karai stepped into her waiting car and Takeshi left to go hunt down Hun.

Elizabeth was feeling decipherably uneasy as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. But at last, loaded down with groceries, and a bag of new clothes for Melinda, the girls were headed home. Elizabeth gingerly lowered the bags of groceries to the floor of the second hand car Elizabeth had bought for supply runs. It was less conspicuous than the battle shell and blended in better with the New York City traffic. She maneuvered the bags carefully, not wanting to crush the eggs between the milk and orange juice containers.

"You still feeling sick? Should we get you a shake or something?"

The girls shopping had been interrupted quite suddenly when Elizabeth had been forced into a bathroom to throw up for several long minutes. Even after she was done, the queasy feeling hadn't abated and Melinda had decided to finish up the clothes shopping quickly so they could go get groceries and get home.

Elizabeth shook her head. Right now she could use a cup of Splinter's herbal tea. It had really helped her when she had been pregnant with Akemi, settling her stomach even on the worst days. Perhaps she would make some of that when they got home. Of course, it was getting close to dinner time now. She was sure Michelangelo had probably started it by now.

Melinda glanced over her shoulder and merged out into traffic before shooting Elizabeth another worried look. "You sure?"

"I'll be ok when we get home, Melinda. I'm just a little tired," Elizabeth rested her forehead against the window, the cool glass felt good against her skin. She closed her eyes.

Melinda hummed a little to herself as she turned her eyes back to the road, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. "Ok then, well if you start to feel sick let me know and I can pull over… "

Elizabeth kept her eyes closed and her mouth shut. She let the familiar purr of the engine soothe her as Melinda drove along, making her way expertly through New York's heavy traffic. The red behind her eyelids began to fade as the sun sank and disappeared, though New York's lights quickly replaced the absence of the sun.

She knew that guys would be worried by now. She opened her eyes.

"Do you have your shell cell?"

Melinda's brows pulled together but she didn't look away from the road. She pushed hard on the breaks as a cab cut in front of them. Elizabeth grunted as the seat belt dug into her shoulder and waist.

"Sorry… " Melinda apologized, sheepishly. "I'm not sure. You can check my purse… "

Elizabeth reached down, picking up the silver bag, digging around for the familiar shell shaped device. It took her a few minutes, and she had to remove some of the other items in the purse before her fingers finally brushed it. She grasped it and pulled it out, tucking Melinda's items back into her bag before flipping it open.

Automatically she dialed Raphael's number. She frowned as it went right to voice mail. Did Raphael turn off his phone? That wasn't like him. She pulled the phone away from her ear, hung up and tried again. Again it went to voice mail. Her stomach tightened as it used to do before she'd met Raphael, when she'd been married to Graham and he'd been too angry to answer her phone calls. It was usually prelude to a beating.

Elizabeth forced herself to take several deep breaths.

"What's the matter?"

"He's not answering the phone."

"Raphael?"

Elizabeth nodded. She flipped the phone open again and dialed Michelangelo's number instead.

"Michelangelo's pizza and buffet… can I take your name for a reservation?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but smiled. Relieved. "Mike… is Raph there? He's not answering his shell cell."

"Hey, Elizabeth… yeah sorry bout that. Not sure if Donny has had time to fix Raph's shell cell yet, he's been working on that security camera today, trying to find parts and get a list together of parts he'll need when he, Raph and Leo head to the dump tonight."

Elizabeth's stomach unclenched at once. She'd forgotten that Raphael's shell cell wasn't working. "Oh… I forgot about that… "

Michelangelo chuckled.

"Dat 'Lizbeth?"

Elizabeth could hear Raphael's tense tone clearly through the line.

"Yep… "

"'Lizbeth? Where are ya?!" Raphael's voice was strained.

"We're almost back to the warehouse, Raph. We had to make a few extra stops while we were out here. Took longer than we thought it would."

She could almost see Raphael's shoulders slump in relief. When he spoke again he sounded much calmer. "How long? Mike's got dinner jus' about done."

"Oh, about ten minutes or so," Elizabeth said tiredly.

"Ya alright?"

"Yeah, just been a long afternoon. We'll be home soon."

"Ok, 'Lizabeth… "

Elizabeth went to hang up.

"'Lizabeth, wait… "

Elizabeth paused. "What is it, Raph?"

"Ya… ya know I love ya right?"

Elizabeth frowned, he sounded so insecure. What was he questioning? "I love you too, Raph."

She sighed when she heard the soft click telling her that Raphael had hung up. She closed the shell cell and put it back into Melinda's bag.

"Everything alright?"

Elizabeth frowned out the window. "I don't know… I just don't know… "

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