Still crazy, this chapter is a little out of date... and boring. Nothing happens. Sorry.

I do not own Master Splinter or the turtles.

Chapter thirteen; As long as they're careful

I curled up on the lounge chair and stared at the city from more than thirty floors up.

Las Vegas.

I was actually going to get married in Vegas. The chapel was reserved, my dress hung in the closet -a nice summer dress for a simple wedding, our parents were checked in and probably asleep right now. Everything was just about perfect.

Or it would be...

If I didn't have turtles in my suite.

"You're telling me YOU caused our rooms to be overbooked?"

Donatello nodded. "The best thing I could think of for a wedding present." He assured me. A nice thought actually, we'd gone from a nice suite on the twenty-somethingth floor to an executive suite more than ten floors higher. I liked having a sitting room for my parents and future parents, and the dining area was nice... not to mention the extra bathroom, full shower, jacuzzi, distance from the elevator... but I digress.

More important that the wonderful room was my future husband... who was somewhere in the casino and could at any moment come in through the door. Honestly I wasn't sure which idea bothered me more; him walking into the room and finding the place filled with green ninja that weren't supposed to exist, or him walking into the room and seeing me talking to nothing and panicking about him seeing things that weren't actually there. Either way I figured it was grounds for calling the wedding off.

"Cool! There's candy and drinks in here!" Mikey called.

"You move it you pay for it." I warned.

"How much would that cost?"

"Check the menu on the table."

Donnie cringed sympathetically and apologized for that part while Mikey found and read the menu.

"Eight dollars for a Snickers?"

"Fun Size." I replied. By now the sound of the menu card being dropped as though it were on fire was familiar to me. "Soaps' free though." I offered. In a minute Mikey was meandering through the bedroom trying to make it look like his final destination wasn't the free soaps.

Leo was frowning as he looked around the room, but it wasn't the room that had him frowning. "So you're sure he's in good standing with his co-workers?" He asked the question as if he hadn't grilled me with these questions when they all first found out I was dating him.

"Yes, he's highly respected by his subordinates and superiors." I repeated.

Standing beside the lounge chair, Raph grunted as he appreciated the view. While normally fluent in both macho and passive-aggressive Grunt, Raphael's accent made it a little hard to pick out just what he meant. If I had to guess it was something about knowing Leo had already asked the question but not having a problem with the grilling... or he liked the view but the purple casino blocked the mountains. Like I said, his accent made his grunt hard to translate.

"And he's responsible with the income that he-"

"Leo." Don broke in. "It's fine. She has her own brothers and father... remember?" He gave the eldest turtle a look that might have been learned from Mikey.

Leo frowned for a moment then seemed to relax. "Right. Anyway, congratulations. I can tell you love him and he's lucky to have someone admire him so much. Just make sure he remembers that you deserve to be loved and respected too."

I smiled, feeling the increasingly familiar yet still befuddling combination of embarrassment and gratitude. "Thanks Leo. Really."

Donatello nodded. He'd supported my choice for a husband ever since he'd discovered a bachelor's degree in... well, some science I hadn't fully been aware of before and still wasn't sure what it entailed. Anyway, Don was thrilled. In his mind's eye I'm sure he had some vision of someday either meeting my husband and talking science with him, or my husband teaching me engineering and my being able to talk to Donnie about that stuff. Not likely, my greatest engineering accomplishment was learning how to set the clock on almost any microwave.

Wait... was that engineering?

Never mind.

"Guys, I really hate always feeling like I'm trying to get rid of you, really, but..."

"Right, the man of the hour is on his way back at any time, right?" Mikey asked.

Leo's face went dark. Crap. I saw what was coming and dreaded it. My parents had been trusting...or maybe just tactful enough to not mention anything but now I sensed Leo's prude alert going off. It was easy to recognize because it gave off an annoying tone only a note or two different from my own. "Speaking of which, are you two sharing this room? Tonight I mean?"

Raph grunted and left the window. I agreed with him fully, the answer to Leo's question was really none of his business, but I was blushing pretty bad and felt the need to defend myself. "Yes, we are."

He frowned deeply and casually rubbed at his beak to cover the look. "Don't give me that, we can't afford two rooms, and we're not doing anything!"

"Of course not. It's none of my business anyway." Leo shrugged. My pride stung as my face burned.

How dare he out-prude me. ME!

Before I could even decide to try and defend myself Donnie hissed, "Door!"

I glanced at the door and heard the key enter the slot. Quickly I stood and by the time my legs straightened out the guys were gone and I hadn't tracked where they'd gone. By the time I reached the living room my fiance was opening the door and stepping inside. I resisted the urge to look around for the guys as I smiled at him. He held up a bag of snacks from the car and told me that he'd run into his mother and new step-father downstairs in the casino.

As he set the snacks on the table he failed to notice the door didn't shut and he certainly failed to see four ninja dart through the door behind him, one stopping to wink and give me a thumbs-up before he was dragged from the room by his mask. "Goofball." I muttered.

"What?" My fiance asked.

"Glad you saw them!" I covered quickly.