a/n: Thanks again to GracefulWolves, Silent Hunter, Love-loves-love, and VibrantSausage. If I have missed anyone, sorry! But a big thanks to ALL reviewers. You guys have NO idea how much I look forward to them. Anyway, this chapter was hard to write. But I hope you guys enjoy...the boys finally get to kick some shell!

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"Renegade, 1 o'clock," whispered Donatello.

"I see him. Now where are his friends?" Leonardo scanned the area.

The turtles had tracked down a group of 5th Street Renegades to a warehouse on the eastside. Leonardo hated how everyone knew of the group's connections to drug trafficking, but no one could seem to do anything about it. They were currently atop an adjacent apartment building, looking down below.

"What's the plan, Leo?" asked Raphael, crouched on the edge of the roof.

"We need to stop them from shipping their 'cargo'. Let's go in, take them out, and leave them for the police to find."

"Ooh I love me a good brawl."

"There's no need to be brutal, Raph," Leo warned.

"Sure, Fearless. I'll keep that in mind." Raphael saluted and dropped below.

Donatello put his hand on Leonardo's shoulder. "You know, he's gotten a lot better at controlling his temper. I think he's been trying really hard."

"Yeah, like yesterday, I threw a fake spider at him? And he was all like, "Fuck you Mikey," and he smacked me on the head and then walked away! And there I was, seriously thinking I was gonna get my shell shellacked!" Michelangelo grinned and back-flipped below.

"Come on, Leo, take that pouty face off. We're gonna beat the bad guys!" Donatello made an elaborate swan dive off the building.

By the time Leo made it down, Raphael had knocked the two guards unconscious. Mikey had smashed the lock on the door, and Donatello had thrown the guards' guns in the trash bin.

"Ready?" Leo looked at his brothers.

"Yup." Raph pulled out a few smoke pellets.

"Where do you even *get* those?" asked Don.

Raphael shrugged. "Internet."

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Raph got ready to throw them the second Leonardo kicked the door open.

"Where do you *keep* them?"

Raphael sneered. "My pockets."

"Umm, Don? They might already know we're coming." Michelangelo pointed up to two cameras scanning the area.

Donatello smiled. "Taken care of, little bro. I equipped myself with my custom signal jammer!" he pointed to his belt, at a small black box with some dials on it, an antenna and a red light. "It produces interference so any camera within a four meter radius is rendered useless."

"Uh, yeah. Okay, Donatello," Mikey deadpanned.

"Guys, focus!" hissed Leonardo.

"Ready wheneva you are, Leo."

"Okay Raph. On three. One-Two-THREE!"

Leonardo kicked the door in as Raphael threw down the smoke pellets. All activity in the warehouse ceased as the gang members looked at the doors.

"Who's there?" one yelled out.

As the smoke cleared, there was silence. No one was there!

"Alright, who's fucking with us?" A large brawny gangster holding an automatic rifle asked out loud. As if it was a cue of some sort, everyone in the warehouse took out their firearms.

Suddenly, the warehouse went pitch black and a gruff voice echoed, "*I'm* fuckin' with you!"

"Argh!" yelled the lead gangster as a fist connected with his face. Clutching his broken nose, he lashed out blindly with one arm. "I'll show you, you little punk!"

"Little? Who you callin' little?" Out of the gloom, a tall figure began to take shape. Raphael picked the gangster up by the scruff of this shirt. He could see the fear in his eyes as he realized it was some inhuman thing he was fighting. "'Cuz I *ain't* little." Raphael head butted the gangster and dropped him. "Next?" he growled as he ran off in search of another.

Elsewhere, Donatello was fighting several men. He had managed to disarm them in the darkness. Spinning his bo around, he swept two men on to their backs, knocked one unconscious with a blow to the head, and smashed the wrist of a rather fat man – all in one move.

"What is it? I can't see a thing!"

"Just kill it already!"

"Yeah, sure, I'll just go and shoot my gun in the dark and- OOF!"

Donatello slid low, and hit the butt end of his staff into the man's stomach, making him double over. He then proceeded to sidestep as the guy went floorward, and with a quick snap of his bo, smacked him hard on the back of the head, sending him face first into the hard floor.

"Fuck this! I'm running!"

"Yeah, I'm with you!"

The two men who were left ran away from Donatello towards what they thought was safety.

"Boo." Michelangelo stepped out from behind some crates.

"YAAARGH!" both men yelled as they clasped their arms around each other.

"Awww...you guys want some loving? I can give you some loving! In fact, I'd loooooove to show you what these can do!" Mikey spun his nunchakus around, hitting one of the men playfully in the face and the other over the top of his head. "Like that? Hahaha. How 'bout THIS!" Michelangelo jumped straight up in the air, split kicking out. One of the men landed in a heap on the floor, clearly knocked out. The other groaned as he tried to get up off the floor. "Oh what? You're still awake? How about NOW? HAHA!" Mikey picked the guy up off the floor and finished with a suplex.

In the far corner of the warehouse, Leonardo was dishing out his own forms of punishment. He had already mowed through at least a dozen men, and was now having it out with a would-be ninja.

"Yeah I see you got some moves, but I got some of my own!"

Leonardo's assailant jumped into the air, producing a pair of kodachi. "Unh!" he grunted as he brought them down to bear.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," Leo narrowed his eyes, easily blocking the attack and sending the guy sprawling.

"What...what are you?" the man groaned as he got up slowly.

"Nothing you need to know about, lowlife. How dare you call yourself a man when you prey on the weak and innocent? On people who can't help themselves? You contribute *nothing* to society. In fact, you only serve to make it worse. You feed fear and poison to the people of this city." Leonardo stepped closer to the man on the floor and pointed his katana in his face. "I'm here to stop people like you." Whipping around quickly, Leo shifted his grip on his sword, and rammed the hilt into the man's skull. Unbeknownst to him, another gangster had gotten in behind Leonardo and was now advancing, gun drawn.

Raphael was high on top of a bunch of crates, pummeling his fist into an already unconscious man when he glimpsed the gangster sneaking up behind his brother.

"Oh no you don't!" Quickly, Raphael leapt off the crates and, handsprung himself close behind the gangster. Using his legs, he swept the guy's legs out from under him.

"What the!" the guy yelled as he fell backwards, accidentally firing the gun.

Raphael and Leonardo immediately ducked, heads down. Quickly afterward, Raphael brought down the handle of his sai hard on the man's knee, crushing it.

"Man, I hate when you guys yell so loud." Clutching the man's shirt, Raphael pulled him up and struck him hard in the face. As he slumped down, Raphael smirked. "Sleep tight, asshole."

"Thanks Raphael," nodded Leonardo.

"Don't mention it, Leo."

"I think that's the last of them." Leonardo glanced around. "We can probably turn the lights on again. Raph!" Leonardo grabbed Raphael's right wrist. "Is that blood on your hand?"

Shaking him off, Raphael shook his head. "It's not mine, so don't worry."

"Raph! I *told* you not to get so brutal!"

"I just broke his nose, Leo! Don't worry so much! These guys are scum anyway!"

Leonardo was about to retort when Donatello's yell echoed in the large warehouse.

"LEO! RAPH! HELP! MIKEY'S SHOT!"

"Shit!" hissed Raph as he and Leo bounded towards Donnie's voice.

They found the two brothers near the entrance, Michelangelo on the floor, clutching his leg, while a concerned Donatello looked on.

"I think that last bullet ricocheted and hit my calf. Oooh...it's hurts!" Mikey whined.

"Can you stand, Mikey?" asked Leo.

"Yeah, but I'll need help."

"I don't see an exit wound for the bullet," commented Donatello. "It's probably still in there."

"Woah. Does that mean I'd set off metal detectors now?"

"Shut up, Mikey. Let's get you back to the lair. You think you can fix him, Donnie?"

"I dunno, Raph. I think the bullet's in deep. I don't feel comfortable doing it. I mean, I would under normal circumstances...but since Juno's here, we should probably use her experience."

"Then let's get back to the lair. The police can take care of the rest." Leo cocked his head to one side, listening to the sirens in the air.

"We'll get Mikey to the med bay." Donatello and Leonardo helped Mikey off the BattleShell. The ride back to the lair was uneventful...save for Michelangelo's constant dramatic whining.

Raphael nodded. "I'll get Juno."

Juno... Leonardo's thoughts wandered briefly over the girl he so wanted. Conflicted with himself for feeling so jealous over her decision to be with Raphael but also wanting to feel happy for his younger brother, Leo could only hang his head as he and Donnie helped a limping Mikey along.

"My sons, what has happened?" asked a concerned Splinter, coming out of the shadows.

"Oh, nothing. We kicked some shell, we stopped the 5th Street Renegades from making a huge shipment of drugs, we kicked some more shell, and...I got shot in the leg," explained Mikey.

"Is it serious?" Splinter neared as his son lay on the medical bed.

"Nothing Juno won't be able to handle, father." Donatello patted Mikey's head as he went around to take a closer look at the bullet wound.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention to himself, Leo quietly made his way to Juno's room. He had no idea why he was doing this. Spying on Raphael and her made no difference to the situation at hand. And yet, Leonardo found himself leaning against a wall, trying to listen in to what was going on inside her room.

Raphael sat on the edge of Juno's bed gently. She was fast asleep, breathing deeply. He couldn't believe how easily he had let his feelings show for her. It was like the dam had broken. Once he had confessed to liking her...it just seemed so natural.

"Juno," he whispered. "Juno, wake up..." he shook her gently.

"Mmm...time to get up already?" she murmured.

"No, but you gotta help. Come on pretty lady...wake up."

Juno opened her eyes to see Raphael sitting by her. Smiling, she reached up and touched his face. "Hi big guy. What's the deal?"

"Mikey's been shot. Can you help?"

Juno sat up suddenly, her eyes wide. "Oh my god!" She got up quickly – too quickly, a rush of blood to her head making her see spots.

"Woah, girly. Take it easy. He's fine. But he needs the bullet that's in his leg, to be outta his leg." Raphael put his hands on Juno's shoulders, steadying the girl. He liked how much smaller she was than him. He felt he could hold her, protect her from the world. It was only when he noticed she wasn't wearing any pants that he got a bit self-conscious. "Jesus, Juno, you don't got any pants on!" Raphael turned around, embarrassed.

"Haha, yeah. I don't sleep with pants on. Okay, hold on. Lemme just find where I put them."

Listening to Juno rummage around, Raphael closed his eyes. Great. You're gonna need another knitting session aren't you? God why does she have to be so hot?

Touching him lightly on the arm, Juno turned him back towards her. "Okay big guy, ready. Let's see if I can fish this bullet out of your brother's leg."

Hearing Raphael and Juno coming his way, Leonardo quickly made his way back to the med bay. Let it go, Leo...Let it be...

a/n: anyone ever notice that it's always Raph with the smoke pellets? In the 2003 series, there's that episode with Karai where Raph throws some down, and in the 2007 movie, Raph has them, too! I've always wondered where he gets them! But more importantly: Where does he *keep* them? Anyway, reviews are more than welcome, so please feel free! Thanks to everyone who has favourited or alerted my story as well.