It was late at night when Casey texted me. Around 11:30 p.m.

Can you come over? I'm on top of the hockey arena.

I reached for my T-phone when I heard it go off. "This can't be good." I thought to myself.

I'll be there in five. What's up?

Rather not say over txt. Just get here.

I told Master Splinter that Casey needed me and that it sounded like an emergency. He told me I could go.

They hockey rink wasn't all that far from the lair. Worst part about it was that I had to go across St. Mary's.

The ice arena was a tall, cylinder shaped building with two large cooling vents on opposite sides of the roof. Casey's hunched figure sat on the opposite side of the roof, his knees slightly pulled in. I skipped over and sat myself next to him. "Hey, Em," He said, without looking at me. I turned to look at him.

I gasped at what I saw. His face was black, bruised, and bleeding. His eyes were also red, showing that he had been crying. "Casey! W-What happened?"

"Um… I-I ran into Tigerclaw. He didn't throw me off a roof again, though." He said. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

"We have to fix you up," I breathed. "I'm guessing you don't wanna go to the lair, is anybody home at your place?"

He paused. "No, my dad and sister went out. They won't be home until later… w-we can go there." We both got up, my arm still wrapped around him. I could feel him lean into me. I was happy that I was giving him comfort in a moment where it appeared that he needed it most.

His apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small, either. Two bedrooms, a full bathroom, a kitchen, a dining table, and a little sitting area with a television and a small computer sat on a small table. Casey propped his equipment up on a wall, and I did the same. "What do I need?" He asked.

I studied the injuries on his face. "A wet cloth… bandages, an ice pack, and… a paper towel." I followed him into the kitchen while he grabbed the supplies. Once his hands were full, we sat face to face on the couch. I dabbed the blood from his face, bandaged the cuts, and placed the ice pack on the large bruise above his eyebrow. I flinched when he winced in pain. "Sorry! I didn't mean to."

"It's… it's okay. I know." He said, in a quiet voice. I noticed tears in his eyes.

Casey's POV

"Casey," She said, noticing the wetness of my eyes. "What did he do to you?"

"I-It's not that I'm hurt…" I said, my voice cracking.

She put her hand under my chin, bringing my eyes to meet hers. "Then what is it? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

I turned away, but I nodded. "It's… it's that…" I stammered, not knowing how to put my thoughts into words. "I text you at almost midnight, saying you that I need help. I don't even tell you why I need help, but you say yes and come without question. When you actually see what happens, instead of saying something like, 'you shouldn't be out this late', or 'it's your own fault that you went after him', but you offer to take your own time to h-help me." Small trails of tears were running down my cheeks. I wiped my eyes and cleared my throat, my face hot with embarrassment. "I just… don't know anybody else like that."

I looked up when she wiped my eye with her thumb. "You'll always have me to call on. No matter what." She lightly kissed my hairline and pressed the ice pack back onto my bruise.

I hated crying around people, because a lot of the time, I choked when I cried. Honestly, I have no Idea why, but I always have, even when I was a little kid.

I did it.

My coughing was heavy and throaty. Emily tapped my back, her touch was warmer than usual. I remember Raph telling me that she did this when she was freaked out. "Breathe," she said, repeating it a few times. After my coughing fit died down, she buried her head in my shoulder. "Just breathe."

I rested my hand on her back. "No worries, Em, I'm breathin'…"

"Then don't stop."

I smiled and hugged her. "Wanna vandalise some shiz?"

She laughed. "Sure, Casey. And I know just the place."

I grabbed a few cans of paint from the stash I hid in my room and I followed her out the window. I jumped the rooftops next to her. "Skunk! Where are we goin'?"

Em took one last jump, and landed on a rooftop. "We're here." I almost lost her when she took off down the fire escape.

There was a huge, brick wall. Nothing on it. It was kinda sad. "Paint something happy. Like, flowers or a rainbow or somethin'." She said. "Don't ask why."

So we did. It was a big painting of a colorful tree. Some of it's leaves were a lot bigger than than the others. Those leaves had words in them, like happiness, faith, hope, etc. Than at the bottom, we wrote "All these words mean something different to different people. In the end, they're all the same thing."

Last, our signatures. I sprayed "The Masked Player" and she wrote "Queen of Flames". I liked her signature, it made her sound powerful.

"That… is awesome." She breathed, her hands on her hips. "Now, one more thing." She grabbed me by the sleeve and dragged me to the side of the building. There was another blank wall. "Draw something. Anything."

"Emily, what is this place?" I asked.

"St. Mary's Home for Children." She didn't even look at me. Her eyes were fixed on what she was doing. I thought as I drew.

I remembered Raph telling me they had adopted Emily. I'm guessing this was where she grew up.

I ended up drawing six kids. They were all different shapes, sizes, and genders. All of them were in black paint, except for the one on the end. That one was orange. She was a bit farther away from the rest of the kids.

That was Emily.

I heard Emily sigh in satisfaction. I looked over to see what she did. It wasn't a painting, but writing.

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

Places, places, get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees.

She started to sing what she wrote. It was song lyrics. "It has a meaning. Well, to me it does. Growing up here sucked."

I noticed that the first two, the 5th, the 6th, and the last four lines were in bolder painting then the rest. Then, I got it.

Emily's POV

Last night was fun. I had waited all day for this. It was finally 1:00p.m. That was the time when all the kids in St. Marys' got to go outside. My brothers went to go see the mural.

All the kids were gathered around it, pointing and laughing and smiling.

"You did that last night! Lucky!" Mikey exclaimed.

"But, I thought you hated that place," Donnie said. "Why did you do them a favor?"

"I hated it because it was miserable," I answered. "And I was trying to make it a little less miserable."

The boys moved away when some kids started to look. Then, it was just me. My hair flowed to the side, and I stood in a heroic kinda way, giving myself an enigmatic look. Kids were pointing at me. I noticed one of the care keepers, Elmer. He was looking up at me, covering his eyes from the sun. I gave everybody a two-fingered salute, and took off to catch up with my brothers.

Okay here's some Casey and Emily drabble. Personally, I believe that they would be really close in the 2k12 series.