Spike drops onto the couch at the same moment Michelangelo falls onto his plastron dramatically on the floor in front of her.
"You're not tired, are ya?" Spike asks dryly.
"I could do that all day," Michelangelo jokes.
Splinter comes in and eyes them. "You are both unhurt?"
"Yep," Spike reports. "No bones broken."
"I sure hope not," Leonardo's voice calls out. He strolls in, followed by a heavily breathing April.
"You okay, girl?" Spike stands and takes a step towards April. April waves an arm.
"No, I'm fine. Just tired. Leo wouldn't let me take any bad guys on. He's almost as bad as you," April teases.
Spike shakes her head. "I gotta step up my game."
"Please don't," Donatello says, entering.
"Yeah," Raphael adds. "You're bad enough as it is."
Spike shrugs. "I don't think you mind. And it's not like you aren't a handful," she jabs. "So, how'd it go?"
"We busted some heads," Raphael says, sitting down in the spot Spike vacated. "You?"
"Busted heads, almost got stuck in an elevator shaft, jailed the Foot," Spike says modestly. Michelangelo nods from his spot on the floor.
"It was fun," Michelangelo adds.
Spike plunks herself down next to Raphael and reaches for her backpack on the floor, taking out a thick book and kicking off her boots, bringing her legs up onto the couch. She brings the book up in front of her face and starts reading, evidently finished with the conversation.
April leans over her shoulder. "Anything good?"
Spike closes the book with a sigh. "I think so."
"Can I see?"
Spike hands the book back. It's black, with the title on the front: Collection of the Best Horror Stories To Give You Nightmares.
"Nice," April comments sarcastically. She flips the book over and reads the back. "Here's the description of one: 'My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in the house. She was murdered by an intruder two years ago.'" April makes a face. "Not fun."
"Sounds cool," Raphael comments.
"Sounds the 'The Twilight Zone'," Donatello points out.
Spike turns to him, book forgotten. "You watch it?"
"Occasionally."
Spike nods. "Cool show."
He shoves his glasses up his nose with a little smile. "Yeah."
April is still holding her book, so Spike stretches out on the couch, pressing her socks against Raphael's knee. She closes her eyes. "Move your leg, Red."
April puts the book on Spike's stomach and walks away. Spike turns onto her side, letting the book fall to the floor.
"You can't go to sleep," April warns. "We have to go to work tomorrow."
"I'm not gonna go to sleep," Spike assures her, eyes still closed. "Jus' restin'…."
A few minutes later, she buries her nose into the edge of the couch and snores softly.
April shakes her head.