Hand in hand, the new couple made their way through the sewers to the turtle's lair. As they stepped through the gate, they were met with smirking faces of their friends and family and one frown from a very annoyed turtle who had managed to make his escape from under the bed at some point during the night.

"Whoo hoo hooo," Mikey hollered. "Donnie stayed out all night with a girl. I think it's getting hot in here, Dudes."

Raphael rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, glaring at Donatello. His expression quickly changed when he caught Becky glance in his direction, concern plastered on her face. Attempting to force a smile, he watched as her face dropped and she quickly turned away from him, crimson flushing her cheeks. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards his geeky brother holding the hand of the girl that he also wanted, but definitely didn't deserve.

The touch of Master Splinter's hand caused him to turn away from the sickeningly happy couple. Splinter nodded once in Raphael's direction. Raphael lowered his head then walked back towards his room unable to remain in the same room as the love birds. Seeing Donnie's stupid grin was doing nothing to improve his mood. Loneliness was much easier to handle when secluded.

Becky watched as her friend sulked out of the room. Guilt of her happiness with his brother washed over her, but she tried to squash the uneasy feeling back down. She smiled up at Donnie, convincing herself that following Raphael would just be a mistake and would only lead to a fight. Then, in a move that surprised them all, Leonardo excused himself and followed his sullen brother. Preparing for the worst, Donnie grabbed Becky's hand and excitedly pulled on her arm to get her away from the area. "Come on," he said. "There's something I want to show you."

Before she could agree, he was pulling her toward his garage. Trying to keep up, she forced her legs to jog beside him, unsure how he managed to move so quickly-he was a turtle after all. As they approached the garage door, he slowed his pace, letting her catch her breath.

His smile spread as he reached for the door, forcing himself not to jump up and down in anticipation of her reaction. "So, as I recently told you, I've been working on a few projects and I want you to be the first to see them."

Excitement of being let into his secret world ran through her as he opened the garage door. He quickly pushed her inside and shut the door behind them, darkness blanketing them. "Ready?" She nodded, but realizing that there was no way he could see the gesture she quickly yelled yes.

Donnie flipped the light switch and proudly presented the beat up old van sitting on cinder blocks in the middle of the garage. Her eyes widened as she took in the site. "I call it the Turtle Van," he explained. "I still have a ways to go with her, but there is a lot of potential here." He began to circle around the van pointing along the way. "I'm going to install a new lift on the back here so we can all get in and out easier. Then I'm going to install computer monitors and speakers on the inside so we can listen to the police scanners and have a better awareness of our surroundings. We're going to be true crime fighting machines someday. I want to make sure we're ready."

She smiled up at him watching as he giddily ran around the van. "This is awesome," she said, running her hand along the rusted door. "Definitely shows promise."

Before she could duck into the back for a quick peek, he grabbed her hand again and pulled her further into the garage. Stopping at a tarp covered object, he smiled again. "This is for Raphael. I figure if he wants to play vigilante, he'll need it." Grabbing the tarp with both hands, he jerked it away to reveal a silver plated motorcycle. Becky let out a whistle, knowing at once that Raphael was going to love it. "I have it rigged with a police scanner, GPS system and of course, a place for a few throwing stars and smoke balls, just in case he needs them." Donnie pushed a button on the handlebars that opened up a compartment under the seat.

Becky pushed the compartment closed, sat upon the bike and grinned up at him. "Donnie, Raph is going to freak out when he sees this. It's so him!"

Nodding, he stared at the piece of machinery in front of him, his thoughts lost on his hotheaded brother. "I just hope he appreciates it," Donnie sighed.

"He will, in his own way. Just be prepared to repair it every night. You know Raph."

"That I do." Donnie grabbed her arm and helped her off of the bike. "Come on. There's one more thing I want you to see."

Leading her back toward the door, they walked back around the van to his work bench. She looked around to see a soldering iron and scraps of metal scattered around the bench. As they reached the bench, Donnie dropped her hand. Fumbling around the bench, he flicked a few papers around and grabbed a small green box from under a set of blueprints. His face reddened as he handed it to her. "I made this for you," he said shyly. "I hope you like it."

Becky smiled again, taking the box into her hands. "I'm sure I'll love it," she promised. Taking great care, she slowly removed the lid from the box and gently pushed the tissue paper out of the way. Tears welled in her eyes as the light caught the silver of the pendant in the box. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed as she pulled the silver chain out of the box. Attached to the chain was a silver turtle with an engraved shell hinged as a locket. She carefully ran her finger along the engraving finding herself in awe at the delicate features. Opening the shell, she found that the locket was empty. Looking up at him in confusion, he took the locket from her, closed it and smiled. Turning her around, he placed the chain around her neck and clasped it shut. She slowly twirled back around to face him. "It's empty," she said.

Donnie laughed at her, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. "It's for you to fill, not me."

Becky smiled, realizing that she had no photos of her friends, something that she would have to remedy. She was about to comment on her thought when Donnie muttered a quiet "crap." She looked up at him following his gaze to the clock on the wall. "What's wrong?"

"I'm late for training. You can hang out here for awhile if you want. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone though."

"Actually, I might head back to my place for awhile. I have some dishes from last night's baking session to clean up. And I forgot to bring the cookies down for the guys anyway."

Donnie grabbed her by the shoulders looking her straight in the eye. "Okay, but promise me you will be careful and watch out for anything strange. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'll be fine," she promised.

Laying in her bed, Becky stared up at her ceiling, eighties pop music playing from her CD player, her broken MP3 player laid to rest on top of one of the speakers. Sighing, she let the music take her back to a simpler time, back before she needed a great protector from Foot Soldier scum. Since Donnie had gone to practice, Casey had insisted on walking her home from the lair. She wasn't completely convinced that anyone was actually following her or planning her any harm, but seeing that even Casey was a bit concerned, she was thankful that she had so many people watching out for her. Even if she did feel it was a bit excessive.

Her fingers absently ran along the chain around her neck. The locket Donnie had made her was absolutely beautiful and by far the nicest gift anyone had ever given her. The fact that he had made it by hand made it even more special and she promised herself that she would wear it every day. Glancing up at the clock, she realized she had been gone for several hours and if she didn't hurry back, Donnie was bound to send out a turtle search party.

Leaping from her bed, she ran into the kitchen to box up the cookies for her friends. She'd no sooner boxed up the last of the cookies when the expected knocking started on her window. Sighing, she left the boxes on the counter to see which brother had been sent to fetch her.

Pulling the window open, she let Donnie and Raph into her room, glaring at both of them. "First off, you guys have got to give a girl some time away. Secondly, I'm getting you all keys to my apartment and teaching you how to use a freaking door!" She looked back at them, seeing for the first time that they had unhappy looks on their face. "What's going on?"

"Mikey had a pizza experiment go awry and kinda started a fire," Raph explained, rubbing the back of his head. "It's still pretty smokey down there and Donnie and I were kinda wondering if we could stay here tonight?"

"We'll stay out in the living room, of course," Donnie rushed in, blushing.

Becky took a moment to process the request before shaking her head. "Um, no problem. Sure you guys can stay here. What about Leo, Mikey and Splinter?"

Raphael snorted. "Mikey's going to stick it out at the lair and clean up the mess he made. Leo took Splinter over to April and Casey's to stay in their spare room."

"If it's too much of an imposition, we could stay over there, too. We just thought it might be more fun to hang out here instead," Donnie added.

Becky shut the window, clicked the lock and shut the curtains. Grabbing each of their hands, she pulled the boys into the living, sat them on either side of the couch and went into the kitchen. "This is going to be so much fun," she said in her best valley girl voice. "We can, like, paint each other's nails, gab about boys and watch chick flicks all night!"

The guys turned around to face her, each with their own horror stricken look plastered on his face. "Or better thought," she said, her voice back to normal. "I pop some popcorn, make some daiquiris and we watch The Avengers."

"Much better plan, Babe" Raph said, "But can you make mine a beer? I'll leave the girly drinks to you and Donnie here."

"Hey, I happen to like daiquiris," Donnie protested.

"Such a girl," Raph whispered.

"I don't have any beer, Raph. You'll have to go over to April's and raid Casey's fridge."

Raphael shot her a shocked look. With his hand clutching his chest he stood with his mouth wide open."How do you not have beer in this place?"

Rolling her eyes, she pulled a bag of ice from the freezer. "I don't drink the swill."

Raph stood up, heading to the front door. "Well Babe, if I'm going to be hanging out here with ya, you're gonna have to stock up."

"I'm sorry, when did I become your wife? You can get your own damn beer," she smiled at him. Smirking back, he slammed the door as he headed down the hall.

Filling the blender with ice, Becky set to work on the good drinks as Donnie tried to get comfortable on the couch. "Hey Donnie," Becky called from the kitchen.

Hearing his name, he jumped up, nearly running into the room. "Yes?"

She released a laugh as she watched him nearly trip over himself. "Well, I was thinking that maybe, if you wanted to that is, we could put Raph in the spare bedroom and you could, um, well, um."

"Stay in your room tonight?" As he asked, the deep red returning to his cheeks. Blushing she bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. Trying to play it cool, Donnie leaned an elbow against the kitchen counter, nearly missing. "Yeah, well," he cleared his throat. "I was gonna suggest that but I didn't want you thinking I was being too pushy or anything."

Becky rolled her eyes, and laughed. "It's not like you haven't stayed the night in my bed before."

"True," he began but was interrupted when he lost his balance. His feet refused to gain traction and he crashed right into the blender. The appliance crashed to the floor shooting ice and shattered glass all over the tile. "Oh no," he called out. Regaining his balance, he reached over to pick Becky up off of the floor and carried her to the couch. "Stay here while I clean that up. I'm so sorry."

As he turned to head back to the kitchen, his foot caught the leg of the coffee table sending him crashing on top of Becky on the couch. To add to his never ending embarrassment, Donatello noticed that Raphael chose that exact moment to return with a cooler full of beer. Catching the two on the couch he let out an exaggerated sigh. "Dudes, that's where I'm sleeping tonight. Can't you do that somewhere else?"