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AN: I'm going to try to write longer chapters but I don't know how long that's going to take me so I might not update as frequently as I want to. Just a warning. But anyway, love you all.

April's POV

Angel Lillia Moreno was smirking at her, her usual confidence radiating through the whole room and making her feel slightly bad for not having time to brush her hair. But that all slipped as she heard her name. Yes, she was very different appearance wise. Gone was the petite girl with the winning smile and gorgeous eyes that drew in judges'. But her smirk was the same, like the rest of the world needed to catch up with her instead of her running along with it. She still had the eyebrows that somehow looked good when they were going in different directions and...she had the same face. God, she had memorized that face as she reported on her. First for Nationals, then twice for her disappearance.

"Looks like you got a great case here, maybe you can get boosted up to..." She tuned out the insult thrown at her by one of the other reporters. What did they matter? She was here for a job and a job she was going to do well. "Are you even listening to me, April?"

She glanced at her watch and almost sighed in relief. She'd had to grab her research and was waiting for Vernon to bring the van around from the garage, glad to see he would be out front unless he was late. "No, I wasn't listening to you. I'm like most of the viewers forced to watch you, I can't shut it off but I can mute it!" She waved goodbye with a smirk and slid happily into the passenger seat.

When they got to the dance hall, they were immediately shuffled back to talk to the dancers who were already set up or were late and therefore had later spots. They asked if they were nervous, how long they had practiced and who they say as competition. They asked about the judges and what they thought of them, if any of them had anything that seemed a little weird like cheating or bribes for the judges. The girls were too polite.

"Shouldn't you be asking questions about our routines?" The girl in front of her was small like most of the other dancers, but then again so was she if she wasn't in heels. This girl was one of the taller ones, almost 5'4. "Like how long we've been practicing for this or what it means if we win? You might be looking for drama but the only way you're going to find it is if you make it happen."

"Well then, why don't you answer those questions for us. I did some previous research and I found that most girls your age do about 10 hours a week leading up to this. Is that any different from what you have actively participated in?"

The girl seemed much more relaxed with this kind of questioning and a smirk graced her face like she knew this was going to happen and she was so very proud of herself. "Our studios require us to do ten hours a week at least, yes. But we are not required to be at the studio for some of these hours. They want us to remain healthy and with homework and other activities such as work, it's hard to force your body through that. So they give us a certain amount of hours we have to be in the studio to actually learn our dances but then give us some time to do things at home. Some of the other girls and I do yoga at my house Sunday nights after practice to relax, but also study and get work done."

After a few more questions, she waved us off and said she had to warm up. She came back a second later with one of the younger competitors who seemed excited to be here. We talked with her and she explained the differences between the ages. She had less hours and more yoga time to keep her body fit and ready but not stressed and overworked. "And it's so much fun! A lot of the girls here are really competitive and harsh at times, but we all do it because we love it! I would die if I couldn't do this. I can picture my gravestone, death by boredom!" She bounced away to warmups and we took our seats.

I never thought I would see either of those girls again but it turned out their studio won medals in a lot of the categories, even if some of them were bronze. They were stars for what looked to be a week.

"I need you to get over to the studio that won all those metals. I can't remember the name..." On Your Toes, April thought with a small smile. It dropped as soon as he finished his sentence. "...but the girls who dance here got kidnapped last night. No locks were broken or anything so I think they were trying to go for stealthy, but the girls fought back hard. We need you to cover this."

The studio was a mess. Some of the glass was shattered, the lights didn't really work and the bars were ripped off the wall. Pillows were everywhere, a tv was smashed in the corner..."Oh my god." Her hand flew to her face before she could stop herself. "Did anyone get out of here? Do we know who attacked?"

She needed to go into investigation mode. She had to. So she went around and she wrote things down, she talked to people on and off camera. She needed to do this. Finally she was talking to someone who said, "...and from what I can understand, this happened Sunday night. Some of the girls wanted to go home to study but a teenager, Angel, and a few of the older kids stayed behind because they had another big competition going on..."

"Angel, Angel Moreno? The girl who won gold at Nationals a month ago?" And suddenly it hurt so much worse thinking she knew one of the faces in the detectives' file. "I interviewed her there. They said...she said she never missed a yoga night after practice."

"Well she's on the list. There's a guy her age and four older girls. And one kid."

She didn't want to be the one to do this. She wanted to scream and fight and punch one of those stupid Foot soldiers in the face. They said it was a gang thing and one of the girls had gotten in a mess with her ex boyfriend in the Purple Dragons so they tried to grab her and ended up taking everyone in the studio too. Everyone knew it was a lie. It was the Foot, they were just as strong as they used to be. They just didn't do daylight anymore.

"Bodies have been found that resemble who is most likely the missing ballerinas from last year. One of them has been identified as Molly Hawkins, who won silver in her category during their national competition. She was a month away from being fourteen when she died." April could picture her tomb stone as her parents mourned the loss of their child. Death by torture.

Time was frozen in the lair as she tried to take in what was happening. Almost two years ago, this girl won gold at a national competition. A month later, she was kidnapped from her studio by foot soldiers along with Molly Hawkins, Travis O'Connell and four eighteen year olds whose parents asked that we not disclose their names so she never learned them. After almost a year, they found the bodies. Molly was the one one identifiable by fingerprint, appearance or any other typical methods. The rest of them...it took analyzing their bones to figure out who was who.

And now, right in front of her, was the girl who everyone thought was lost to the ocean. They didn't see her body with the rest so they swept and looked in dumpsters but there was nothing. They assumed her body was in worse condition than anyone else's so it was either cremated or already decomposing in the ground.

"You're that reporter who was snooping around while we were trying to get ready for nationals. You were the one Molly wouldn't stop freaking out about because she thought she said something stupid on TV." Angel wasn't angry. She wasn't happy. She wasn't confused. No, her voice held no emotion what so ever. "You were the one who told her parents...or did you even think to? Because I don't know what's worse. It being publicized or learning about it that way."

That wasn't my job, was on the tip of her tongue but she forced it down. "The police informed everyone before we were even allowed on scene or told about it." She turned her attention to the rest of the girls. She didn't like the one with Mikey and how she was trying to intimidate her with baring teeth, it took a lot more than that. The one with Donnie was more unnerving than anything else and the way he was standing...the girls were taking them in one at a time. And the one next to Raph was clearly already territorial.

"I'm sorry babe, I can't hug you. I got my hands full." Mikey laughed at his awful joke, tightening his grip on the girl in the hood as she tried to hit him. Her breath caught for a second as it fell away from the movement, revealing dark marks like a mask across her eyes and razor teeth.

"You bet you do." She kissed his cheek before leaning back on his plastron and smirking. Suddenly a face popped into her head of a lean and mean girl with vampire fangs in crashing a part she was at, terrifying guests and breaking glasses. "Hello April O'Neil. Long time no see..."

April was never tempted to growl before but she was now, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe that's because you're blind." She forced her expression to stay still but the girl before her hissed darkly like she'd been threatened. Not in anyway the boys would understand but she wanted it clear the boys were her's. She named them, she found them and she fought with them.

"April, Angel, Antoinette, I believe that's enough." Splinter's voice was quiet but firm. "I believe we discussing arrangements for you all. If my sons put the effort in, I believe the new garage will do until we can find something else. Just as a reminder, the doors leading to the lair tend to lock." That was almost enough to make her smile. "And as for the discussion on the Foot, that can wait for the morning."

Donnie found her in the lab, spinning lazily in his chair. "You don't like them very much do you?" She shook her head, it was always hard to lie to him. "Is there a reason why? I mean I get that you're kind of protective of us but I already looked them up while Charlotte was running through her program."

"You let her play with your computers?" She couldn't believe it. Or could she? April knew what girls were like and how they worked against guys above ground. But they didn't know anyone but her and there was no way she was using her powers on them. "Donnie, how much do you actually know about them?"

Jasmine's POV

April didn't like them and that was completely fine with her. She went into the garage with the cars and started working on the project Donnie had given her on their first date. Was that what it was? A date. She smiled softly as she thought of it, cursing herself for not telling him she felt sick earlier. Almost dying with him racing her home and then climbing out the window would have been a cheesy rom com if her survival wasn't in question. She hissed as her finger hit a wire that she hadn't covered yet, almost electrocuting herself. "Fuck."

"Can't believe Donnie kisses that mouth." She hissed as she spun around in the chair, almost crashing into a large form. "You're Jasmine, righ'?" Raph. the one with the thicker accent and the tendency to act like a tough guy. Red mask. She tried to calm her heart as she nodded slowly, her tongue flicking out on reflex. "Dad doesn't like swearing so I'd keep it to the garage. He knows he can't stop us in here."

Jasmine laughed. "Oh I wanna see Donnie swear like a mother trucker!" They high fived before scrambling to catch her as she almost fell off the spinning chair, making them laugh harder. Charlotte walked in to find Jasmine sitting on the floor, shaking horribly and Raph kneeling next to her. Jasmine didn't know the girl could look more confused than that time she tried a brain teaser.

AN: TWO UPDATES WITHIN LIKE THREE DAYS I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF! There was a storm with 70 MPH winds and the town my high school is in literally shut down. No power, no driving. School was canceled so I had fun today. Hope you like!