Author's note: Here's the next chapter...with a nice added cliffhanger as well. :D You guys get to read my fav mini-argument between Raph and Don! Three Mikey POVs in this. No Raph though. Just one each of Leo, Don, and Casey. I hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing it. In fact, if I get this next chapter done today, you may have two chap's from me! ^.^ I'm at a good part. I hope to finish it for you.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd have three mad brothers and an angry father out to get me! O.O I don't own them. I just own the plot...and Henry, Joe, Caden, Annie...well that's all the ones who appear in name or in person so...yeah.


Mikey's POV:

When I come to, all I can see clearly is Henry. I notice he doesn't look like a skeleton anymore. Instead, he looks more like a teenage boy. Other then his blood red eyes, he is more mist than solid. This scares me slightly as I know that must mean he's stronger now. He nods at that thought before looking around the place.

"It seems you are really going to need me now," He says, "Bishop is a real piece of work. You know, if you had listened to me in the first place, none of this would've happened."

"Shut up," I mutter low and dark. I try to move, but I find myself bound to one of Bishop's examining tables. I can't move at all! Bishop really doesn't want me escaping this time. I look around the room, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Soon the room comes into focus. There's a light pointed at me but it's currently turned off. The rest of the room is dark but I can see a soft orange-y glow coming from cylindrical containers each carrying its own floating fleshy thing. There are about three levels of these containers from what I can see to my right. To my left, everything's shadowed but I think that's where the computer terminals are. I don't see a door so I'm guessing that's somewhere behind me.

"How's your arm and leg?" Henry asks, reminding me of my injuries. I know my pain tolerance has increased as the stinging on my shoulder wound and the area around the bullet still lodged in my leg are only minor distractions. I guess I could thank Shredder for that… I try to look towards these areas, but its difficult with the way I've been bound to the table. I can't even turn my head as there's this leather strap wrapped around my chin prohibiting it. All I can see is the blood on my shoulder.

"It could have been worse," Henry says smugly, "The arm's only a graze. If I hadn't of pushed you, there would be a bullet in your arm as well as your leg. You may even have gotten killed!"

"Yeah, whatever," I mutter with an annoyed roll of my eyes. I don't want to trust him, but he did try his best to help me as I stupidly ignored him and at least I'm not lonely… Henry smiles but doesn't say anything before he vanishes. I look around, startled about to ask where he went when that light over me turns on, blinding me in an instant. I squeeze my eyes shut wishing I could turn away.

"Hello again, Michelangelo," I hear Bishop say, "It's been a while since we've last seen each other." The bright light is disorienting so I can't tell where his voice is coming from but I guess he's right in front of me. I hold back a sharp gasp as his fingers brush against my injured shoulder. "You weren't supposed to get injured," He says, "But at least I still have a live specimen."

"What are you planning to do to me?" I ask, blinking my eyes open a slit so I can see his reaction.

"I'm going to finish what I started the last time you were on that table." He says and I hear the sound of a saw start up. My eyes close tight at that.

"Michelangelo?" I hear Henry's voice say, "I can help you here. I can guard you against the pain you will feel at the hands of your enemy."

"No," I mutter. I still can't trust Henry completely. I don't know what he plans to do to me once he takes over again. He doesn't deserve my trust yet.

"I don't?" Henry asks, "After all I have done for you? You still refuse to trust me? Fine. I'll wait until you call my name, begging me to stop your suffering."

Oh I can handle the pain. Nothing could be worse than watching Joe's untimely death before my eyes. She didn't deserve to die. She should have escaped with the rest of us. Seeing her die like that…so heartlessly…I can take anything Bishop will throw my way. I've already faced worse. I squint my eyes open to look at Bishop. I dare you to do you worse…

Leo's POV:

The three of us are sitting together in the back of the Battle Shell. I had poisoned myself furthest from them though I hadn't realized it until now. It was more of an unintentional act but by the way Don and Raph are watching me, they had noticed it. There's so much tension here between us and not all of it is my fault. Raph and Donny are also trying to keep as far away from each other as possible. From what I can tell, it's mostly Donny who is against being in Raph's vicinity while Raph's doing it more out of worry of setting Don off. Has their relationship really gotten that bad off in my absence?

"Alright," I say after a long uncomfortable silence, "Donny? Try tracking Mikey's cell signal. It may not get us anywhere as that method has been done before. Bishop may have ditched the cell somewhere or he may use it as bait to lead us into a trap, but it's the only lead we have."

Donny nodded in response before turning in his chair to face the computer consol built into the inside wall of the van. I look over at Raph to see him anxiously moving his foot up and down in his lap. That's the first time I notice he has removed his sais since he's been here. I see them on the table beside him instead. I never knew Raph not to wear his sais especially on a mission like this. He wasn't even twirling them as he usually does when bored or anxious. I know I should ask him about this the next time we're alone together, but the idea barely passes my mind. I don't know if I'll be able to overcome my own anxieties enough to help any of my brothers in their own inner turmoil.

"It's my fault…" I hear Raph mutter under his breath. It was barely audible and I probably wouldn't have heard it at all if I hadn't of been paying so close attention to him.

"No it isn't," I tell him. Raph looks at me in a start. I know he was just thinking out loud and I wasn't meant to hear it but I continue anyway. "It wasn't your fault." I'm leaning towards him as I say this. I hear Don huff negatively and I glance his way with a brow raised.

"Go back to yer computer and keep yer comments to yerself," Raph growls at the back of Donny's head.

"I didn't say anything," Donny stats with a hint of superiority in his voice. He's still typing away and the fact he's not even bothering to acknowledge Raph is a sure way to set off my normally hotheaded brother.

"You were thinking it," Raph says, unusually calm. He actually sounds weary of the upcoming fight.

"Intelligent of you to notice," Don says, snidely.

"Don," Raph growls, warningly.

"Guys?" I ask, hesitantly. It's not often I have to break up a fight between these two. "This really isn't the time…" My voice lacks the usually authority, but it did get both of them to turn towards me. Great, now I feel like a child caught in the crossfire…

"Nothing's going on," Donny says simply. The look in his eyes completely contradicts his words. He looks so spiteful. It's a very un-Don-like look. After a moment, he's eyes lighten and I see him start to lift his hand towards his face before turning away abruptly.

"Ya see what I'm talkin' about?" Raph mouths to me as he points towards Donny. I nod slowly and dispiritedly before looking back at Donny as he types on the keyboard, ignoring us. Before I can even think of something to say, Donny stops typing.

"Found it," He says, "The signal's originating just outside the city."

Mikey's POV:

I try to watch as Bishop unwraps the bandages around my right shoulder and looks at the Foot insignia I know to be burned there. I had covered it up so I wouldn't have to see it. "You worked in the Shredder's slave camps." Bishop asks more as a statement then a question. I'm surprised he knew what the symbol meant but I guess being a government agent and all, he knows things. "You're the reason it was blown to dust I imagine. You and your brothers. That's why you can stand the pain of the net so well. I know you have the lowest pain tolerance of your brothers. Shredder ended up toughening you up. I'm sure that was not his plan. Now I know I won't be needing anesthetics. Not that I was going to use any on you, I wouldn't want to waste my funds, but now I know you can take it."

"I don't say anything after his little speech. I don't need to. I know Bishop's just talking out loud. The table's tilted back so I'm vertical now and Bishop presses down on my injured right leg below the bullet wound. With his other hand, he grabs a scalpel. I know he's going to remove that bullet a second before he starts cutting into my leg. I squeeze my eyes shut tight at this and don't make a sound. I know Henry's close by but he's not talking. I know he's waiting until I finally give up, but I can handle it. This is nothing.

Casey's POV:

The wind blowing through my shaggy black hair as I race my motorcycle between the cars on the streets helps to calm my fury. I know Raph doesn't deserve Don's put-downs. He's been trying so hard this past month. As his best friend, I know his newfound fear of sharp objects; mostly of the knife variety. He doesn't even know I know most likely, but I saw the way he looks at his sais now. He doesn't deserve what Don thinks about him at all. I just hate all of this. The guys are supposed to be back to being inseparable, but instead they're broken up. Why does it have to be like this? They really don't deserve this.

I'm still fuming by the time my shell cell rings. I get my cell out of my pocket without stopping my ride. I flip it open and answer it with one hand and mumble a greeting.

"Hey, Case?" Raph asks over the line, "Ya think ya can help us? Mikey was captured by Bishop and we're gonna get 'im back."

"Is ev'ryone there?" I ask.

"Yeah," He says, "Da three of us are all here."

"Wow, so Leo finally came back?"

"Kinda, yeah," He says, "Ya comin' 'r what?

"Ta 'elp Mike? Of course, man!" I say, "On one condition. Ya guys can take da van, but I'm takin' my 'cycle."

"No prob'em," Raph says with a question in his voice.

"I'm al'eady on it and I don't wanna drop it at April's. I don't wanna worry her, yanno?" I lie. A lie's better then the truth. We'll say it's 'cause I don't want to see Don, but that's only half the reason. That van's cramped. Just thinking about it has me shaking slightly. Now don't think I'm claustrophobic, 'cause I'm not. I just prefer to be out in the open, okay?" Raph gives me his location and I start ridding there. I hope we get there in time. Whatever Bishop has in store for Mikey, it can't be good. If we don't make it, I found my new punching bag…

Don's POV:

What's wrong with me? Why do I turn every conversation with Raph into an argument? I know now that's what I'm doing. Casey's punch showed me that. I guess I have been a jerk lately. Maybe when Hun attempted to smash my head in, it actually messed up with the way I think. I've read that could happen. Maybe that's the reason.

I guess another reason could be I'm angry at Raph because he has to lead us now. I know I'm not able to with this constant rage I feel. And Leo? He looks so different now. Almost…scared and lost. It reminds me of a child actually, even if he tries to hide it from us. I shouldn't resent Leo for walking out on us. I know now why he probably did. He wanted to protect us from seeing him like this: so broken…

Is it my fault Mikey got captured? I know Mikey always hated it when Raph and Leo fought. Maybe my fight with Raph ultimately scared him off? If it is, I'm sorry Mikey. I'll do whatever it takes to save you. I promise if Bishop laid a hand on you and hurt you in any way he will be dead! I'll personally make sure of it! My fist tightens around the steering wheel as I try to keep my speed to a minimum. The streets are slowly emptying of other cars and pedestrians as the sun sets. Soon it will be dark and the perfect time to infiltrate Bishop's base of operations. Mikey's been missing for about one and a half hours. Hopefully that means we still have time.

Mikey's POV:

I lie still, panting slightly, after the bullet's gone. I'm actually glad it's gone now. My leg feels much better, though it still stings a little. My eyes are closed when the sound of that saw starts up again. I open my eyes again to see him holding it right above my plastron. I know usually I'd start struggling now, but instead I just watch him with narrowed eyes. Only when the saw's lowered do I start feeling fear well up in my chest.

"He's going to cut you open," Henry observes on a careless note. Well thanks for stating the obvious. I know he's going to cut me open. That was his plan all along. No matter how hard I try to deny it, I'm not that brave. I just wish Joe didn't die. She would save me. I know she would.

As soon as I feel the saw cut into my chest, I gasp in pain and try to struggle against my bonds. It hurts and it's more than I can handle for long. I can feel my blood sliding down my plastron. I'm going to die.

"Will you let me help you?" Henry asks, "Will you allow me to guard you against the pain? I can make you stronger if you let me in. I can make you painless."

"No…" I moan as I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Michelangelo," Henry whispers softly, "You don't need to face this alone. Allow my assistance. I will help you."

"Please…" I say as I slowly lose my resolve.

"Just say yes and all your pains will vanish, my friend."

A tear falls down my face as I whisper my destruction. "Yes…"


Author's note: I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the cliffhanger but I realized how much I had typed up and decided to post what I had. Please review!