Author's Note:

Guys, I know. You don't even have to say anything, because I know. Don't hate me. :$

"Leo, I can see you! I can finally see you," Michelangelo beamed. The two turtles had reached the leak of light that was coming into the air duct from a crack above them. Leonardo had reached it first, and Michelangelo was more than enthusiastic about having something to look at. "Ahh, how I missed colours," he said dreamily, while Leonardo rolled his eyes, "you're so green. And... and blue!" He stopped, noticing something else, and stared at his brother a bit harder as his eyes were still adjusting to the light. "And purple... and yellow! Shell, Leo! Where'd you get all those bruises?"

Leonardo looked down at himself, and was actually a little surprised. "I don't know, Mikey... I mean we were obviously in a fight, right? So I guess we just weren't on the winning side..." He frowned, but then shook it off and shuffled backwards. "Now your turn. Move into the light so I can see your arm."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Michelangelo crawled forwards, and instantly cringed at the sound of his brother gasping. He slapped his right hand over his eyes. "What, is it bad? Like, horror movie bad? Like Donny is gonna have to build me a new one and I'll be like a mutant turtle-borg and haunt the dreams of children bad?"

It took all he had for Leonardo to keep his voice calm. "No, Mikey. It's...fine," he cleared his throat, "I'm sure it's fine." He gave it another once over and his breath caught in his throat. His shoulder was sunken down into an unnatural position, and his collar bone jutted out on the left side to a point. The skin all around it was coloured black and purple. Along his arm from the top of his shoulder to his elbow was a long, straight cut that left red stains all the way down his arm.

Michelangelo peeked through his fingers. "You're sure?"

Leonardo bit his lip. Guilt for what he felt he could have prevented was all that he could think of, all that he could feel. His heart plunged into his stomach and he closed his eyes as he whispered, "No, Mikey... I don't think I am..."

Instantly Michelangelo opened his eyes and stared down his injury for the first time himself. His eyes widened, and he looked up towards his brother. "Leo, I don't-" He stopped as dust once again showered into his face from above. He could suddenly see Leonardo as light poured into the vent. The two turtles made eye contact and then slowly looked up to find that the crack in the ceiling was slowly expanding. The metal creaked a warning as a long line crept its way between them, and Leonardo could only think fast enough to jump and push Michelangelo out of the way before the metal of the duct came down on top of him. The second it fell, the floor that it was supporting caved in as well, and planks of wood came tumbling down on top of him as well, leaving a large hole above the two turtles.

A girly scream echoed through the duct as Michelangelo frantically waved his hand around, trying to clear the dust away. "Leo! You okay?" When he could finally see, he squinted in the bright light. Leonardo was sprawled out on his plastron, pinned down by the pile of metal and wood. He coughed a couple of times, but then gave his brother a thumbs up and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm alright."

"Dude, you were just like, crushed!"

"It-it's not really that heavy. Plus I've got a shell." Leonardo tried to get up, but he couldn't even budge. "Just try and help me get it off, and we can get out of here."

"We can?" How?"

Leonardo sighed. "We're in an air duct, remember? And the footsteps we heard above us sounded really close. What I am currently being crushed by," he gestured as best he could to his shell, "was the floor of whatever building is above us. We can climb through the hole we just made and then I guess we can start to find out where we are!"

Michelangelo, instantly curious, shuffled over to the hole and stood up, glad to finally be able to stretch his legs. He spun around one full circle, and then dropped back down to where his brother was impatiently waiting. "Leo! You'll never guess what's up there," he chuckled to himself, and then became serious, "No, I mean seriously dude. You will never guess. Ever."

Leonardo tapped his fingers on the ground. "No, you're right, I probably won't. Now can you please get me out of here so we can both go up there?"

"Oh, okay, sorry." Using his good hand, Michelangelo reached forwards and pulled a piece of wood off of his brother. He looked around, but having nowhere else to put it, he threw it out of the hole above them. He grabbed another piece and did the same thing, working his way through the pile as quickly as he could. Leonardo could feel the weight becoming lighter, but with only one hand working, it was taking a long time. "Aha!" Michelangelo suddenly yelled triumphantly, throwing a particularily large piece of wood out of the duct, "I think I'm halfway done!" Leonardo gave him a less than enthusiastic smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but his brother waved a hand at him and then brought a finger to his lips. Both turtles turned their heads to listen to the sounds coming from above them.

Footsteps could be heard coming into the room, and then they stopped short. "Oy! What in the name of-" Leonardo shut his eyes, instantly taking mental notes. The voice was male, with a very thick Scottish accent. Was this their captor? "The floor's bloody caved in!" The footsteps came closer, and Michelangelo shrank away from the light. Leonardo, however, was still very exposed. "I told that daft Hemlok about this spot when it was just a wee crack. But no. Nobody listens to old-" the voice trailed off, and Leonardo looked up to see a plump man around fifty years of age with flaming red hair staring down at him, pure horror on his face.

The eldest turtle racked his brain for anything he could say to calmly explain what this man was witnessing without making him panic. He cleared his throat and gave his best smile, "Hey there!"

Michelangelo slapped himself in the face as the man instantly erupted into hysterics and began to run out of the room, while Leonardo dropped his head down face first onto the metal, feeling like a complete idiot. "Mikey," he began, but his brother already knew what he was going to say. He sprang up out of the hole and Leonardo listened to the sounds of him grabbing the man and doing his best to quiet him down.

"No, NO! Back off, demon!"

"Dude, I'm not a-"

"AAAAAH!"

"Seriously! Stop that before somebody else comes in here!"

"HELP! SOMEBODY HEEE-" Leonardo winced at what could only be the sound of the man hitting the ground. There were a few more sounds that he couldn't place, and then Michelangelo jumped back down into the hole, breathing hard.

Leonardo stared at him. "What did you do?"

"C'mon, Leo! He was yelling louder than Raph snores! I had to do something!" His brother still looked extremely skeptical, so he added, "I only used pressure points! I didn't like, crack his skull or anything!"

Leonardo nodded, happy with that answer. "Okay. That's good. Where did you put him?"

"Well, actually, we're in a-" Michelangelo stopped instantly as more people could be heard coming down the hallway. He rolled his eyes. "Not again..." he hissed. He reached forwards and began frantically pulling off as much as he could off the pile at a time with one hand.

The footsteps sounded closer.

"Mikey you can't take on more than one at once, you have to get me out!"

"I'm going as fast as I can, Leo!"

Even closer.

"Michelangelo, come on!" Startled by the use of his full name, the younger turtle stopped what he was doing. "What? What are you-" Then he lashed out and grabbed hold of Leonardo's arm and pulled it hard as he could. With a loud grunt, Leonardo came sliding forwards, the remaining rubble falling to the ground. Breathing hard and sweating buckets, Michelangelo wordlessly jumped out of the hole and reached his arm down to help his brother up. Leonardo took it and climbed out.

He spun in a circle, quickly taking in his surroundings. Not that there was much to take in. If he wasn't mistaken, they had found themselves in a public restroom. Leonardo blinked, suddenly very confused, but snapped out of it as Michelangelo grabbed his arm, pulling him into one of the stalls and locking it behind them.

He silently clapped a hand over his own mouth, trying his best not to cry out when he turned around and came face to face with the man he had seen earlier, who was 100% unconscious, and seated on the toilet, lid down. As the footsteps sounded louder, Michelangelo turned to his brother, "Leo," he hissed, "What now? That sound like three guys!"

"I'm thinking..." Michelangelo was fidgeting nervously as the footsteps came closer, but he stopped instantly when Leonardo snapped his fingers. "How's your Scottish accent?" His brother nodded, then stood up on the toilet tank just enough to stick his head above the stall. He cleared his throat.

"Uhh, don't come in here!" he yelled in the best accent he could muster, which to Leonardo's surprise was almost dead on.

The footsteps stopped hesitantly. "Why?" someone called, sounding annoyed.

"Uhh...there's a..there's a wee mess in need o' cleanin', and you likely don't want to get involved!" Michelangelo chewed his fingers as the people just outside the door muttered to each other.

"That you, Billy?" The same person yelled angrily.

Michelangelo's eyes went wide, as he looked down to Leonardo for help. His brother scrambled to turn the man towards him and reached inside his shirt pocket, smiling when he found a name tag. "Billy, uh.. Cowan!" he hissed up at Michelangelo.

"Yep, it's just me, Billy Cowan!" His head darted between the shadows at the entrance of the washroom, and back to his brother for a minute as nobody said anything. Then the shadows grew larger, and Michelangelo began to panic. "STOP! You cannot come in! There's a huge mess!"

Leonardo grimaced. That last 'huge' had come out sounding distinctly Californian. The three men had clearly been thinking the same thing, as they whispered amongst each other, and then came running into the washroom catching Michelangelo completely off guard. He yelped and fell off of the toilet tank, landing on his shell with both his legs sticking out from under the stall door.

Instant hysteria.

Michelangelo groaned over the noise. "Déjà vu ..." Leonardo looked down at his little brother sprawled out on the floor and cradling his arm, and shook his head.

"I guess it's my turn." He leapt off of the toilet tank and over the stall, and Michelangelo could only smirk as the screaming instantly got louder. Some manly men. Maybe they had found themselves in the middle of a weenie convention. He waited patiently, humming to himself and tapping his fingers on his plastron, until the sounds of fighting ceased.

The stall door swung open, and a sweating Leonardo leaned down to help the younger turtle up. They locked the stall door behind them, leaving Billy Cowan seated on the toilet. Michelangelo walked along the row of stalls, leaned over to look under them. "Liked my idea, huh?" He smirked at the sight of four sets of shoes lined up beside each other.

Leonardo rolled his eyes. "I had nowhere else to put them. This buys us more time then someone just coming in here and seeing four guys piled on top of each other." He went to the entrance and peeked around the corner. "Now let's get going, before someone else comes."

Michelangelo came up beside him. "Leo, going where? Does this mean I'm the only one who has no idea where we are?"

"No, I don't either. But first things first. We need to find a way to what's probably the basement in order to break out Don and Raph. Then we can start to piece everything else together."

"Sounds good to me!" The orange clad turtle smiled, "Let's go!"

I seem to be getting less and less reviews. Is it because I take so long between updates? Aw, whatever. Please review guys, I know this chapter wasn't much, but I promise a more action-packed one real soon. Thanks for staying with me. :)