100 Theme Challenge
9. Drive

April wanted to come with them to check out Casey's information, but that idea was immediately nixed by everyone. The Kraang would love to get their hands on her and Shredder would not hesitate to use her again to get at Hamato Yoshi.

Her look of displeasure didn't waver even though Don attempted to give her a reassuring smile. He didn't doubt for one minute that he'd feel just as much a prisoner if their positions were reversed.

It was the first time Casey had gotten to ride in the Shellraiser and he spent part of the drive hovering over Raph's shoulder as his buddy gave him the low down on the weapon's controls. Eventually he rolled his chair along the floor tracks until he was next to Don, watching the genius' fingers fly over his computer keyboard.

"Don, what can you tell us about the chemical factory?" Leo asked, his eyes focused on the road.

Trying to ignore Casey's hot breath on his arm, Don said, "It was abandoned three years ago. The building was in so much disrepair that they couldn't pass any of their regulatory inspections. It's supposed to be boarded up until the city has the funds to demolish it. There shouldn't be anyone inside; it isn't safe."

Raph snorted. "I don't think the Kraang care too much about that."

"Where am I going, Mikey?" Leo asked.

Mikey had been watching Don and Casey and spun around quickly in his chair. "Left in two blocks and then right in three. That'll put us right in front of it."

"We're not going to get that close," Leo said. "I don't want the Kraang to know we're snooping around."

"I hope that doesn't mean this is a recon mission," Raph said sourly. "We haven't smashed any Kraang bots in a week."

"If we find some Kraang who need smashing, you can do it," Leo said good-naturedly.

"A-team favoritism," Mikey protested. "I want to do something too, what can I do?"

"You can be the bait," Raph told him with a grin.

"I'm sick of the Kraang and their experiments," Casey said suddenly. "There has to be a way to wipe them all out before they make any more nasty mutants. No offense guys."

"None taken bone head," Raph responded. "Why don't you stop trying to shine Donnie's shoulder with your breath and gear up; we're getting close to that building."

"Don don't mind, do you buddy?" Casey asked, resting his hand on Don's bicep.

The answer that ran through Don's head was 'yes Casey I do mind, you're about to drive me crazy', but he kept it to himself. Instead Don pretended to be too busy to have heard the youth in the hopes that Casey would back off and get into his outlandish outfit as Raph had suggested.

For several minutes Casey didn't move; leaving his hand on Don's skin. Don could feel Casey's eyes on his face; he could even see a reflection of the boy's expression in his computer screen as Casey stared at him. What was even more unnerving was when Casey's fingers stroked lightly down Don's arm and then traced back up again before the boy withdrew them.

As though nothing strange had just occurred, Casey began pulling on his gloves. Don didn't dare to turn his head, watching Casey from the corners of his eyes.

Don had no idea what would drive Casey to feel him up like that, unless the guy was as nuts as Don thought him to be. Whatever the reason, Don wished Casey would stop messing with him.

Even without looking, Don could sense Raph's eyes boring holes into the back of his head. If his brother wanted to be mad at someone, why didn't he take it out on Casey?