Leatherhead stared down at his untouched tea with a thoughtful expression on his face as Donatello cleared his throat and asked, "So what's on your mind LH?" Looking up from his cup, the crocodile glanced at his friend with a peculiar expression on his face before saying.

"I think I'm starting to lose my mind..." Donatello put his cup down on the table and gave him a worried frown before asking,

"What makes you think that you're losing your mind?"

Leatherhead opened his mouth to reply, then shut it and looked away before answering, "I have been hearing and seeing things that are not there..." Like phantom females with jade green eyes. He thought to himself before Donatello asked him if he had been resting normally. Leatherhead nodded his head, not wanting to admit that he had only slept every other day or so for the past few months.

Which probably contributed to his current tiredness.

Donatello stared at him for a second then opened his mouth and abruptly closed it again without saying anything as he averted his eyes and muttered under his breath. "Well, seeing and hearing what isn't there would make anyone think they were going mad."

"I'm sorry Donatello, I missed that. What were you saying?"

"Nothing." Don said a little too quickly for the crocodile's liking. Growling softly at the younger male he picked up his cup and downed his tea then snapped,

"Well thanks for nothing-" He started to get up to take his cup to the sink, startling Don with his snarky tone. "Since you don't want to hear me out then I'll just leave." Leatherhead said as he washed his tea cup and set it aside, not caring to look over his shoulder at Donatello at the moment since the turtle had hurt his feelings. After all he had come to his friend with a genuine problem and had felt he could talk to Don about it openly.

He hadn't expected the turtle to act like he was an idiot and mutter under his breath. The jerk.

"Wait, LH, I'm sorry. I was just thinking aloud-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever-" The croc muttered as he made his way out of the kitchen and towards the door. Pausing only long enough to wave at Donatello's brothers before he left.

Leaving a group of four concerned turtles behind.

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Hanna was making a salad for lunch when she heard a car pull up to her house and paused at cutting the vegetables just long enough to look outside and see who it was before muttering an oath. Damn.

It was Mrs. Morrison, a local real estate agent whom had been harrassing her for the past few months in an effort to get her to sell her house. "And I thought my day couldn't get any worse." She groused as the woman walked up the porch steps and started to knock on the kitchen door.

Pissed that Mrs. Morrison didn't seem to understand that 'no' meant 'no'. Hanna opened the door and then stood there glaring at the woman all while wishing she could strangle her with her sky blue floral scarf.

"Mrs. Morrison." She said in a cold tone.

Mrs. Morrison gave Hanna a quick look over, taking in what she was wearing with a brief look of distaste, then plastered on her brightest, friendliest, fake smile and said, "Oh Hanna, hello dear. How have you been? Well I hope."

Hanna narrowed her eyes at the woman's attempt at pleasantries and all but snarled, "Didn't I tell you the last time you were here that I'd have you arrested for trespassing the next time I saw you?"

Mrs. Morrison's smile faltered a bit before it kicked up a notch and she said cheerfully, "Oh pish dear. Even I know that was a ploy. After all holding out until the last moment can get you considerably more money from the buyer I have lined up for this place." Hanna growled at the woman, baring her teeth to show her hostility openly. Hoping that the woman would finally take the hint.

But Mrs. Morrison was stubborn and it didn't stop her from shoving her way inside Hanna's home without permission. Nor did it stop her from checking out what she had been fixing for lunch before inviting herself to join, then sit down at the island in the middle of Hanna's kitchen and set her large heavy looking leather bag on the tiled surface.

And started pulling papers out and talking while Hanna fantasized about killing her and putting bricks in the woman's bag then dumping her in the ocean. And I'd do it in a flipping heartbeat if not for the fact that Leatherhead might hate me for it. After all, the ocean was his place to splash around and she was fairly certain that having dead bodies polluting his water would be something that he may not appreciate.

She was so busy thinking of creative ways to get rid of the woman that she didn't hear her speaking until she said, "Hanna dear? Are you listening?" Snapping her out of her warped thoughts in time to slam her kitchen door shut and snap at the woman,

"Fuck no, I'm not listening." Why was it that everytime this woman opened her mouth she spouted off nonsense that put Hanna's teeth on edge?

"Well you should dear. The buyer has made a more than generous offer for the house and the land. Hell, she's even thrown in an extra thirty thousand on top of her fifty thousand dollar offer. That's more than enough to get a place closer to the city. You could get a nice condo and still have enough to live on for a while. Perhaps until you find yourself a nice man-"

"My grandparents paid well over a million for the house and the thirteen acres of beach that came with it. They lived and died here. My happiest memories of them are in this house. I'm not selling. That's final." Hanna said in a clipped tone as she glared at the woman. Mrs. Morrison sighed and shook her head at her.

"You know Hanna, the buyer I have lined up for this house isn't a very nice person. In fact she's been rumored to be a gang boss. You don't want to get in the way of someone who makes people disappear for a living. It's simply not wise."

Hanna gave her a dark look and took a threatening step towards the woman. Her instincts telling her that Mrs. Morrison had just threatened her in some capacity. And the part of her that she had locked away since she had been thirteen surfaced with a vengance.

Reaching over to the opposit counter she grasped the handle of the knife she'd been using a few minutes before and held it up and ran her fingers along the blade, checking the sharpness before saying, "You know Mrs. Morrison, when I was younger I ran with city gangs too. I even had one that is still loyal to me even after all this time. All it would take is one phone call and you would vanish. You're kids would vanish. Hell, even the family pet would vanish..." Setting the knife down on the counter again she leaned down into the woman's personal space and hissed. "So the next time you want to come here and fucking threaten me, expect trouble. Now get your shit and get the hell out of my home."

Mrs. Morrison gulped and quickly grabbed all of her things and ran to the door, Hanna dogging her steps as she went. Grasping the doorknob in her hand the real estate agent turned and gave Hanna one last look, her slate grey eyes spitting venom as she said, "You'll pay for turning down the offer."

Hanna said nothing, she merely crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare as the woman scampered out the door, slamming it behind her.