A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. Your reviews are greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The base's robotics lab had been converted into a temporary infirmary. The tables had been made into beds, which now held two unconscious turtles and two lifeless ones. After making sure that no one would walk in on the brothers, April and Casey went to find the inforcement groups. They found them in a makeshift interrogation room. The leader of the police group walked over to them and stopped them from going any further into the room.

"So, who's the guy whose neck I get to wring?" Casey asked in a low voice.

"Casey," April hissed at him.

Casey growled and clenched his fists. April sighed sadly. She couldn't really blame him. A part of her wanted to hit the guy so hard he would be unconscious for a month; however, another part of her wanted to curl up into a corner and cry until there were no more tears to shed.

"Who is he?" April asked, her voice low.

"Derek Alfredson," the officer began. "Age twenty-one. He disappeared five months ago and no one has heard from him since."

Casey cracked his knuckles. "So, when did he start kidnappin' people and burin' them alive?" he quizzed.

The officer took a deep breath before speaking. "When he was sixteen he was kidnapped and buried alive. His family had eight hours to find him before he ran out of air."

"Sounds familiar," April muttered bitterly.

The officer nodded. "They barely made it. Time had just run out when they found him. According to his family, his mental health went downhill from there." The man rolled his shoulders and took another deep breath. "He became obessessed with death. He got a part time job working in a funeral home. He never had a criminal record, so we didn't know who to look for."

"You couldn't have asked the nut job's family?" Casey asked.

"The entire family vanished the same time Derek did," the officer answered. "We've never found them."

There was the rattle of chains as Derek shifted in his seat. The men around him kept their guns aimed at him. A twisted smirk crossed the young man's face.

"How are my reptilian friends doing, Miss O'Neil?" Derek asked. "And, how is Blue, Mr. Jones? I trust he was still breathing when you pulled him out of that coffin?"

April grabbed Casey's arm to stop him from charging over. Derek laughed. Casey growled, pulled his arm out of April's grip and stormed out of the room.

"I told you my life's story, officer. How about letting me go?" Derek asked.

"The only place you're going is where it's mandatory to wear a straight jacket," the lead officer told him.

He headed out of the room. April and Casey were standing just outside the door. The three humans met each other's gaze for a while before the officer walked away. O'Neil and Jones heard Derek laugh again.

"I've won," he declared. "Even if only one turtle dies, Death is still triumphant."

When April and Casey got back to the infirmary, they found Michelangelo sitting beside Raphael's bed, his brother's hand clenched in his own and sound asleep. Leonardo kept a vigilant watch over Donatello. The blue masked turtle looked up, his chocolate brown eyes were swimiming with tears.

"Please tell me that monster will pay," he whispered.

"He ain't gettin' out for a long time," Casey assured his friend.

Leonardo nodded and returned his gaze to Donatello's still form. He willed his brother to start breathing. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if his brothers didn't pull through. The guilt of knowing that they allowed Raphael and Donatello to fade away would eat at him from the inside out. Behind him, Michelangelo snorted and shifted into a more comfortable position. He never let go of Raphael's hand.

"Leo, Raph's being an idiot again," he mumbled in his sleep.

April, Leonardo, and Casey smiled. The humans went over to the spare chairs and sat down. The last thing Derek had said played over in April's mind. He had said if at least one turtle died. Was there a chance that Raphael and Donatello were still alive? April looked over at Raphael. His left leg had been bandaged and his right leg was in a makeshift splint. His upper body was also covered in bandages. Donatello was in the same condition, only his legs hadn't been injured.

Leonardo gently placed a hand on Donatello's chest. He frowned. He leaned forward in his chair, pressing harder against his brother's chest. A small gasp escaped him and his eyes widened. Noticing Leonardo's reaction, Casey and April went to see what was happening. The blue masked turtle laughed triumphantly as he felt Donatello's chest begin to rise and fall. The steady beating of his brother's heart pounded against Leonardo's hand.

"He's alive," the leader exclaimed. "Donny's breathing."

Michelangelo moaned in his sleep. His hand twitched, causing him to grimace. The youngest brother slowly opened his eyes and yawned. He tried to raise his hand, but Raphael's fingers had tightened around it. Michelangelo placed his free hand against Raphael's wrist and began to push.

"Come on, Raphie, this isn't funny. Let go."

Casey went over to his red masked crime fighting pal and placed a hand on his chest. A slow, but steady heart beat greeted him. Casey laughed. What were they so worried about? The guys were ninjas. It was obvious that they would do something to save oxygen.

"Raph, ya bonehead," Casey muttered.

"You're...the bonehead," Raphael whispered.

Leonardo sat as still as he could as he watched Donatello begin to stir. His light brown eyes flickered open and looked around. The stone box had been replaced by a medium sized room, the cold was replaced by warmth, and the dark was replaced by light and his family. Donatello turned his head and looked up into the dark brown eyes of his eldest brother. Leonardo's mask was a darker shade of blue due to the tears that were streaming down his face.

"Hey, Donny," Leonardo greeted.

Donatello smiled weakly. "You have...no idea...how good...your voice sounds," he whispered.

Leonardo couldn't help but laugh. He wiped the tears away from his eyes, took Donatello's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He heard Raphael grunt and turned around. The red masked brother was trying to free himself of Michelangelo's death grip hug. Finally, Casey managed to pull the youngest off of Raphael. April took Donatello's other hand and brought it to her lips. Donatello chuckled and gently brushed the tears away from her eyes.

"You'd think we just came back from the dead," he joked.

"Mikey, let go. You're cutting off the circulation in my arm," Raphael said.

Michelangelo loosened his grip on his brother's arm, but didn't let go. He was afraid that this was all just a dream and that he would wake up if he let go of his brother's arm. It was going to be a while before life returned to normal. But, one thing was certain; they wouldn't be seeing the Grim Reaper again for a very long time.

Did you really think I would kill off my two fave turtles? I don't have the heart nor the guts to do such a thing.

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