The next morning Becky stormed into the living, smacking Donatello in the back of the head. Glaring daggers, she waited for him to turn around. "What the Hell Donnie! Pimping me out for a date with Raph? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

Donatello's eyes grew wide as he stood up, stomping down the hall towards Raphael's room. He had already pounded on the door twice before he heard the laughter of Becky, Michelangelo and Raphael from behind him. Twirling around to face his brothers and girlfriend, he frowned.

"Gotcha!" Raphael said, pointing at him with fake finger guns.

"Becky, why do you encourage him?" Donatello asked, trying to catch his breath.

"'Cuz it's fun," she replied, slapping Raphael a high three. Donatello shook his head and smiled. Though he wasn't terribly happy about their prank, or the slap to the head, he loved hearing her laughter fill the air of the den. The smile quickly faded as Michelangelo spoke.

"Sometimes I worry what would have happened if you two had ended up together after all," Michelangelo told them, refusing to look up at Donatello's stink eye.

"It wouldn't have worked," Becky said matter of factly. "We make great friends, but as a couple we'd fight more than him and Leo, with more blood shed."

Raphael laughed "Yeah, but we'd have some really hot make up sex," he added. Becky simply replied by smacking a pillow into his face. Shooting a devilish grin towards Donatello, Raphael continued. "Oh, who am I kidding. We already do."

Becky punched at him, but he swerved out of the way. Distracted by her growl, Raphael didn't notice Donatello move in behind him. "That's it," Donatello yelled. Grabbing Raphael by the arm, he twirled his brother around to face him. "I am sick of your perverted remarks about MY GIRLFRIEND!" Before anyone could stop him, Donatello raised his arm, punching Raphael straight in the face, knocking him to the ground. Becky gasped, but Michelangelo pulled her back before she could try to break up the fight, or inadvertently end up in the middle of it.

"For crying out loud, I'm just joking around," Raphael said, pulling himself up.

"No, once maybe twice is a joke, but with you, it's almost every day. I get it Raph. You're mad because the only person in the entire world who can tolerate being near you for any length of time is in love with me. Get over it. Or else."

Raphael's anger got the better of him. Glaring at Donatello, he let out a breath, hot and heavy. "Or else what?" Raphael growled. Taking another step forward, he moved so that his face was right up against Donatello's, his fists raised and ready to launch.

"Or else I will forbid you from EVER spending time with her again."

"Excuse me!?" Becky yelled, her patience gone. "Donatello Giovanni Hamato, you have absolutely no say on who I choose to spend my time with. And Raphael, this macho sex crazed version of you has completely lost it's charm." Grabbing her jacket from the back of the couch, Becky made her way to the gate. "I think I've had enough of both of you for awhile. I'm out of here."

So wrapped up in their anger towards each other, she was already long gone before Michelangelo was able to break the brothers apart. It was still a few moments longer before they quit staring each other down long enough to realize that she had gone topside alone. Putting their fight on hold, the three brothers chased after her but without any immediate luck in locating her. "I have got to put a tracking device on her phone," Donatello muttered to himself. "I have a feeling she's going to end up disappearing more often."

Raphael put a hand on Donatello's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Bro. You know, for lusting after your girlfriend in front of you and everything."

Donatello responded by turning around and heading back to the lair. Raphael thought about chasing after him, but thought better of it and headed down the sewers to his secret thinking spot. As he approached the opening, he was quite surprised to see that the grate was already open, and even more surprised to see that Becky was already there, having found the way on her own.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he stepped through the opening. She jumped, not noticing his arrival. Twirling around to face him, she crossed her arms to glare at him.

"I figured you'd get here sooner or later," she said. "And I really didn't want to chance Donnie seeing this." She moved toward him, an odd expression on her face.

Raphael released a sigh. "Look, Becky, I'm really sorry about what I said earlier," he began but was interrupted by her mouth covering his in a kiss. Confused, he stood there like an idiot before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back.

She tasted like forbidden fruit that he just couldn't get enough of. Risking a slap to the face, he pushed his tongue against her lips, surprised once again when she opened her mouth to let him in. His arms loosened their grip as one hand tangled itself in her hair as the other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against his body. Her own arms wrapped around his neck, as she continued to kiss him as her arms slid away, her hands slowly moving down the back of his shell. A shiver ran down his body as his mind raced through a million thoughts of what he wanted to do to her.

Then, a thought he hadn't wanted to think about crossed his mind, and he found himself pushing her away. "We can't do this," he told her, holding her at arms length. "It would be a mistake. You aren't mine." He looked at her, noticing a smile cross her face and he instantly knew that he'd been had. "You set me up, didn't you?'

She smiled, raising her eyebrows at him. "It was the only way I could think of to get you to realize what a giant ass you've been."

Raphael let her go, feeling defeated, but he knew he couldn't stop being him. "If I promise not to make the comments in front of Donnie any more, can I still make them around you?"

"I guess," she said slowly. "But you have to know it's never going to go anywhere, Raph. I love you, but in a completely different way than I love your brother. He's the one my heart belongs to."

Raphael rubbed a hand against the back of his head and he hoped she couldn't hear the sound of his heart deflating. "I know."

"Good. Now that this is settled, can you help me get back to the lair? It really was by complete accident that I managed to get out here. I really don't think I can make it back."

"Um, yeah, but just one more minute." He pulled her towards him again, leaned in and kissed her one more time. Once again he expected to be slapped but was relieved when she kissed him back again. Pulling away, he noticed the crimson in her cheeks. "We really could have a very hot night together," he whispered in her ear.

"Only if the world is burning in flames around us," she replied and headed back into the sewer, breaking the spell that had come over him.

After the encounter with Raphael, Becky decided it would be best to get out of the sewers for awhile, much to Donatello's protest. With her in the apartment, Donatello and Leonardo had to get creative in their attempts to secure the area and put up the security cameras around the building, but they managed to pull it off. If she had noticed anything out of the ordinary, she hadn't let on, and Donatello, trying his best not to invade her privacy any further, made sure to keep the roof top and hallway cameras always on, but only checked the cameras in her apartment when he felt he needed to check on her.

As the days passed, Donnie missed her terribly, but reminded himself that he had agreed to give her some space. Over the two weeks she was gone, she made sure to text him at least once a day, and he'd visited her a few times but kept the visits well under an hour.

Raphael had decided he needed a cooling off period and avoided her window, refusing to listen to the voice in his clouded mind that told him one quick visit wouldn't hurt anything. Instead, he spent his late night hours tracking crime and taking the law into his own hands to pass the time. The occasional hits to the face from thugs and burglars were far less painful than his breaking heart.

Michelangelo's wounds healed quickly, and he was back to work in the kitchen baking pizzas in just a few short days. Though he still had one hell of a headache from time to time, he bounced back into his usual routines with little problem, but found himself sad to not hear a feminine voice echoing down the hall or trying to convince him to eat something other than pizza.

It was Master Splinter's behavior that changed the most in the time she was gone. His meditative thoughts were becoming darker and he sensed a negative change coming into the lives of his sons, but he wasn't able to pin point exactly what it was or when it would happen. As the days of her absence continued, he found himself checking Donatello's surveillance screens multiple times a day, and suggested that his sons install a few more along the path back to their lair. Just in case.

Splinter's fears soon quieted down the day he made his way into the dojo to check his sons' progress for the week and he saw Becky in the middle of the floor stretching beside Donatello. A small smile curled at his lips as he saw the two of them next to each other, but a small lump in the back of his throat caught him off guard. Pushing the lump down and the fears to the back of his mind, he quickly called for the group's attention and gave them the rest of the night off.

"Score, pizza making with my favorite sis!" Michelangelo yelled. Running for the door, he grabbed onto Becky's hand, pulling her towards the kitchen. Leonardo and Donatello shook their heads before splitting off, Donatello heading back to his workshop and Leonardo to the living room, promising himself that he would actually enjoy his night off from training. As he turned to leave, Leonardo caught a glimpse of Splinter and Raphael in the middle of a heated conversation. Deciding it was best to stay out of it, he shut the dojo door behind him knowing full well Splinter could take Raphael on his own.

A few minutes later, as Becky and Michelangelo put their super supreme deluxe pizza in the oven, Raphael stormed through the room, out of the lair and into the darkness of the sewers. Becky quickly decided that this was one time she was not going to run after him, and instead agreed to watch a movie with Michelangelo. It had been way too long since she'd had some one on one time with the youngest turtle, and after being away for so long, she needed to just let loose and not have to think too hard. Spending an hour and a half with Howard the Duck seemed like the most mindless thing she could do.

Leonardo shook his head at his brother's selection and graciously bowed out of the movie. Leaving the room, he revered down the hall towards Donatello's workshop. Though he tried to keep the Foot and Shredder out of his mind, he assured himself that checking the monitors wasn't really work and was an acceptable way to spend his free evening. "Anything going on at the apartment building?" he asked his brother who was hovering over the screens.

"Not a thing," Donatello replied. "Not a single sighting of any of the foot since that night up on the roof. It has me worried, Leo. I mean, what are they planning? And when will they strike next?"

"All good questions. I wish I had the answers."

Donatello turned away from the screens, looking at his older brother. "Hey, Leo. Can I talk to you? You know, for some brotherly advice."

Leonardo pulled up the empty bar stool to sit next to his brother. "Of course, Donnie. What's going on?"

Donatello stood up, pacing across the workshop floor. "Okay, well you see. I know that you don't really think it's a good idea to trust the humans and everything and that you really aren't comfortable with me dating a human but, well..." he trailed off, not wanting to look at his brother, but also not really sure how to finish the sentence. "Leo, is Becky really that bad for us?" he rushed through, holding his breath as he waited for a reply.

Leonardo chuckled, shaking his head. "I think she's wonderful and probably one of the best things to happen to us," he replied.

Donatello released the breath he was holding, turning on his heels to look at his brother. "But, Leo, she's... Wait. What?"

Laughing, Leonardo stood up, placing an arm around his brother. "Look Donnie. In the beginning I was a little worried about her coming into our lives, and yes, it was weird to see my little brother in love and even weirder to see a human in love with him, but the truth is, she's wonderful. She's hard working, she's caring, she's trust worthy, she makes you happy and some how, she keeps Raph from being a total asshole. I have to admit it, she's amazing and has proven time and time again that she deserves to be a part of this team and this family."

Donatello smiled as he stood up straight. "So um. Do you think it would be okay if I asked her to move in with us. You know, permanently?"

"Are you asking me if I think she'd do it, or if it's okay?"

With a shrug, Donatello stepped away from his brother. "Both, I guess."

Leonardo paused for a moment, allowing himself time to think before he answered.. "I honestly don't know what she would say if you were to ask her, but I do think it's a good idea to bring her down here. That way we can keep an eye on her to keep her safe, and it might be fun to have a sister hanging out around the place."

Donatello hugged his brother, something that he rarely ever did, a giant smile spreading like wildfire across his face. "Thanks, Leo." Leonardo patted his shell hugging Donnie back. "There is one more thing I would like to get your help with," Donatello said, pulling away from his brother. "April and Casey let me in on a little secret about Becky and there's something I really want to do for her."

Confusion covered his face as he looked at his brother. "What's that?"

Donatello pulled his workshop door closed to keep out any eavesdroppers as he filled his brother in on the news. Leonardo quickly agreed to help and the two set up a plan.