A/N: After...how long? Finally managed to get back on track with this story. Sorry for the long wait, but the plot got away from me and I had to find it again. Sorry if the chapter is a bit on the short side, but it was written really late at night while being super tired. Curse you, muse for being nocturnal and not letting me sleep. Anyway, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The night was pierced by the beam of a spotlight and the roar of a helicopter motor. The light swept over the rooftops, searching. But, nothing would appear. The ones the light was searching for were no longer part of the upper world. The helicopter moved on, always looking, always vigilant. The men had their orders. They had to find the Turtles, especially the orange masked one. He was the most important.

The man at the spotlight motioned for the pilot to move on; nothing was moving down below. They passed over a satellite dish on one of the rooftops, however they didn't notice the light that began flashing as they moved over it.

Down below, Donatello was jolted awake when he heard an alarm sound on his computer. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the screen. A red blip showed where a helicopter had passed over a radar dish. Bishop was still on the prowl, but Donatello had done everything in his power to keep their location secret from the crazed government agent. Michelangelo and Raphael didn't need to know the details of Bishop's search; especially not Michelangelo.

Donatello's attention was briefly drawn to a noise coming from upstairs. He got up from the desk and poked his head around the door. Raphael was standing in the doorway of Michelangelo's room. After a few minutes, the red masked turtle stepped away and headed downstairs, making his way to the dojo. Donatello slipped out of his lab and jogged across the lair, arriving at the dojo entrance just as Raphael started a round at the punching bag.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" Raphael asked. "Bishop must be on the move again if you're still up."

Donatello swallowed nervously. "Yeah," he answered truthfully.

"How close?" Raphael wanted to know.

"A few blocks from the warehouse," Donatello replied.

Raphael paused for a brief moment before continuing his workout. "Too close for comfort," he commented.

"Bishop won't find us, Raph. I've made sure of that," Donatello promised.

Raphael ceased his punching and just stood there, watching the bag swing on its chain. Something was bothering his brother, Donatello could tell just by looking at the way Raphael was standing. His hot-tempered sibling was on the defensive, like a cornered animal. Donatello couldn't blame Raphael, really. They had completely cut themselves off from the outside world; even from April and Casey. It was just too dangerous going around topside with Bishop lurking around.

"What's up, Raphie?" Donatello asked. "You seem tense."

"Tense ain't the word, Donnie," Raphael confessed.

Donatello took a step further into the room. "What is it, then?"

Raphael sighed, his shoulders drooping. "I'm scared," he whispered in a small voice.

Donatello blinked in surprise. It must be serious if Raphael was openly admitting that he was scared. It was so rare for Raphael to show anything other than anger that Donatello sometimes forgot that his hot-headed brother had other emotions.

"I'm not just scared about Mikey and the baby," Raphael continued. "I'm scared for April and Casey."

"What do you mean?" Donatello asked.

"What if Bishop tries to get to us by going through them?" Raphael clarified. "He's not afraid to use whatever's necessary to make them talk."

"April and Casey will be fine, Raph," Donatello said. "Last I heard, they weren't even in the city. They were out West, somewhere."

Raphael gave the punching bag a half-hearted punch. He ran a hand over his face, exhaling heavily. He turned to face his brother.

"Do you think I'm being too paranoid?" he asked.

"You're being a parent, bro," Donatello replied. "I'm sure human parents have moments like these."

"Yes, but normal people don't have crazed government agents hunting them and their offspring down," Raphael pointed out.

Can't argue with that, Donatello thought. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was well passed midnight.

"It's late. You should get some rest," Donatello told his brother.

"Got any heavy duty sleeping pills?" Raphael asked. "I'm starting to have nightmares."

"I'll see what I have," Donatello said.

Raphael watched his brother leave the dojo and head for the infirmary. He placed a hand on the punching bag, his thoughts racing. He gave the bag a shove and headed out of the dojo when he heard Donatello call his name. Hopefully a sleeping pill would help calm his troubled thoughts and bring him a peaceful sleep.

Amber eyes shot open, wide with fright. Breathing came out in raspy gasps. Raphael turned over on to his back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Why did his dreams hate him so much? Why couldn't he have one night of dreamless sleep? Raphael put his hands over his eyes, his baby brother's terrified screams echoing through his memories. He pushed back the sheets and got out of bed, heading for Michelangelo's room.

His baby brother was curled up in bed, cozy under the blankets. Raphael tapped the outside of his fist against the doorframe as his eyes fell on the digital clock sitting on his brother's bedside table. 3:05 A.M. He had gotten an hour's sleep since talking with Donatello in the dojo.

"Get a hold of yourself, Raph," he whispered to himself. "It was just a dream."

Rubbing his eyes, Raphael headed back to his room. He sat down on the bed, arms resting on his knees. He knew that Donatello's security measures would hold up, but it seemed his mind had other ideas. Raphael rubbed his eyes again. They burned whenever he closed them.

"Raphie?" came a small voice.

Raphael looked up to see Michelangelo standing in the doorway. "Mikey? What are you doing up?" he asked.

Michelangelo rubbed his belly and Raphael immediately knew the answer.

"Me too," he said.

"Will this be the life our baby will ever know?" Michelangelo asked. "A life of fear?"

"I don't know, Mike," Raphael confessed. "I hope not. I want her to experience the world with all of its beauty and splendor. Its mysteries and intrigue. I want her to experience life to the fullest."

"But, she won't get to do that if Bishop is constantly searching for her," Michelangelo pointed out.

"He can't look forever," Raphael pointed out. "He'll give up. Move on. We'll have our old lives back."

"Well...maybe not our old lives," Michelangelo said. "But certainly close enough."

Raphael smiled. "Yeah," he agreed. He yawned. "It's getting late. We should try to get some sleep."

He got up and crawled into bed. Michelangelo waddled over and climbed under the blankets next to his brother.

"Night, Raphie," he said, cuddling up against his brother's side.

"Night, Mikey," Raphael replied, putting an arm around his sibling.

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