Baxter got himself cleaned up and he practiced saying what he wanted to tell Irma in front of the mirror for a while and then he left his apartment to go to hers.
Meanwhile, Irma had just finished freshening herself up to go over to Baxter's. She started to walk towards the door when suddenly there was a knocking on it. She felt her heart skip a beat once as she wondered if it might be Baxter at the door and wanting them to get back together. She hurried to the door and opened it, and there she found Roscoe standing behind it grinning from ear to ear.
"Why, hello, Roscoe," she said as she tried to conceal her disappointment. "What a nice surprise to see you."
"It's even nicer to see you, Irma," said Roscoe still grinning. "I came to say I heard about what happened with you and Baxter and I am most sorry about it. I have to say though that he was a real jerk in dumping you."
"Oh, he didn't actually dump me," Irma said, "I think he was just ashamed of himself and felt like he had let me down. But he didn't really and I was just on my way to try to patch things up with him."
Roscoe abruptly stopped grinning. "But why would you want to go back to a nerd like that Stockman when you could have just about any other guy you'd want?"
"Baxter, for your information, is not a nerd," Irma said indignantly. "He is a brilliant minded scientist and inventor and if I can indeed have any guy I'd want then I want him and only him."
"But what about the more macho, more rugged, more handsome and daring guys out there," Roscoe pressed on. "Guys who are like... me!"
"Like you?" Irma repeated. "Well, Roscoe, I like you and all. But aren't we just friends now? I mean I realize a real relationship could never work out between us."
Roscoe glared at her. "You want to be my friend? The last thing I need is another friend!"
"Well, Roscoe, you can have any woman you'd want for you," Irma said nervously and taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness.
"That's right, I can. And I want you, and only you!" Roscoe said nearly shouting. "And I want you right now and right here!"
"Roscoe! What has gotten into you?" Irma asked in fright.
"Just shut up!" Roscoe commanded as he stepped forward and grabbed Irma by her shoulders and pulled her up to him. He then began to give open mouth kisses to her lips forcefully and when she didn't respond to them he stuck out his tongue and began trying to force it into her mouth. Irma squealed frantically in protest.
It was just then that Baxter arrived and he saw Roscoe holding Irma and kissing and was quite shocked. Especially when he realized Irma was struggling against him.
"Roscoe, what are you doing to Irma?" he demanded.
Roscoe abruptly stopped kissing Irma and turned around in shock at seeing Baxter there. "Stockman?! What are you doing here!"
"Baxter, help me!" Irma cried out to him desperately. "He's..."
Roscoe clamped his hand over Irma's mouth silencing her and then turned back to Baxter. "This is none of your business, Stockman. We are busy here. Now leave!"
"It looked to me like you were trying to take Irma against her will," Baxter said. "And I will not leave you to do so. If you want Irma you will have to get past me first."
"Ha ha!" Roscoe laughed sardonically. "A lot a wimp like you could do! You couldn't out beat those thugs three days ago so you'll have no match for me either!"
"I can still get the police to come here if you try to do anything to Irma," Baxter retorted.
"Look, Stockman, Irma doesn't want you, she wants me!" Roscoe shouted. "Didn't you read that note left for you?"
Baxter was stunned. "Hey, how did you know about the not?"
Before Baxter had time to think about that further Roscoe suddenly flung Irma to the side and she fell on the floor. Roscoe then lunged at Baxter and began punching him in every place he could reach. Baxter tried to swing a few punches back at Roscoe but they seemed to be having little if any affect at all. Then suddenly from out of nowhere Roscoe dealt Baxter a sharp blow to his forehead and suddenly everything went black and he passed out on the floor.
Roscoe then dragged Baxter to the closet and threw him in it and then locked the door behind him. He then turned his attention back to Irma.
"Now where were we?" he asked with a seductive air. "Oh yeah!"
Irma started to run for her door but Roscoe beat her to it and locked it. He then lunged for her once again and knocked her forcefully onto the couch and grabbed onto her breasts in painfully tight grip. Irma let out a loud scream.
Inside the closet, Baxter slowly began to regain consciousness. He sat up slowly and shook his head while rubbing at it. He then heard Irma screaming from behind the door and pleading for Roscoe to stop.
"Stop being a bitch and cooperate with me!" Roscoe ordered her.
Baxter could tell what was going on and he pushed hard at the door to try to open it. But it was locked to tightly and wouldn't budge. He thought quickly and then he took out his turtle-com and pressed the button for the Turtles. Within a second Leonardo's face appeared on the screen.
"Baxter? Where are you? What's wrong?" asked Leonardo noticing Baxter was surrounded by darkness.
"Leonardo," Baxter said in a low, anxious whisper, "I'm at Irma's. I'm locked in the closet. Roscoe is with Irma and I think he is trying to take advantage of her right now. You guys have got to get here as fast as you can."
"Right! We're on our way!" Leonardo said and then the screen went blank again.
Baxter put away the turtle-com Just then he heard Irma scream again, this time much harder. Then he heard the sound of clothing being torn off, and he was now sure of what was about to happen and he wouldn't allow it to happen. He just wouldn't. The Turtles were on their way but they might not be able to get here in time.
He pushed at the closet door again as hard as he could but to no avail. Then as Irma's screams and cries got louder and longer he began to feel his adrenaline building up and determination getting stronger. Then finally he stepped back and rushed at the door and rammed himself fully into it. It started to break free from its hinges. He did this again and again until at last it snapped completely off of its hinges and fell to the floor with a crash.
He saw Roscoe laying on top of Irma who was half undressed and bruised in places. Anger filled him fully to the brim and beyond and he charged forward at Roscoe and grabbed him and pulled him off of Irma, then pinned him against the wall and punched him in the nose. Then he lifted his foot and kicked him as hard as he could in a private area.
It was just then that the front door that had preciously been locked was flung open on its hinges and the Turtles leaped inside.
"We came as soon as we could," said Leonardo. "Are we in time?"
"Actually, it looks like Baxter has taken care of it himself," said Donatello pointing at the two of them.
"Good work, Baxter!" said Leonardo. "We'll take it up from here."
Then the Turtles took hold of Roscoe and carried him outside to be taken to the police.
Irma got up slowly and went trembling up to Baxter. "Baxter, you surprised me, in a good way I mean," she said.
"You know, I surprised myself," he admitted humbly. "I really never thought I had that kind of thing in me."
"If you hadn't come when you did I would have been taken against my will by the wrong man," Irma continued. "But why did you come in the first place? I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."
Baxter looked at her in puzzlement. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I thought you didn't want to see me again."
"Oh no! But you said you didn't want to in the note you left me," Irma said equally puzzled.
"What note?" asked Baxter. "I left no such note. You left me a note that said..."
He cut himself off suddenly as the realization of what had actually taken place began to dawn on him as well as Irma.
"Oh my Goodness!" Irma exclaimed as she put a hand to her mouth in shock. "Roscoe is even more of a dirty rat than I ever knew he could be!"
"Yes, indeed!" Baxter said heatedly. "But now I think it's safe to say we've seen the last of him."
Irma nodded then asked, "Baxter, what did you want to say to me that night before all the trouble started?"
Baxter swallowed and rubbed his neck as he blinked and looked away for a moment. Then he turned back to Irma and said simply, "I... just wanted to say... I love you, Irma."
Those were the easiest words he had ever had to say to anyone.
Irma smiled with relief. "Baxter, I love you, too. So much."
"It looks like I was afraid of nothing all along," Baxter said with equal relief.
"So was I," Irma said. "You won't ever leave me, will you Baxter?"
"I won't," he promised. "As long as you won't."
"I won't," she said.
