A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed.
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Time had become a faceless entity. Seconds quickly became minutes, the minutes turned to hours, hours gave way to days, days drifted into weeks, and both groups hoped that they weren`t faced with months.
Leonardo spent most of his time locked in his room. Toxis and Maddy had returned and he was afraid he would lose it in front Michelangelo and Slick. He had quickly developed cabin fever and slept most of the days away. It had become dangerous to venture outside, even in disguise. Apparently someone had revealed their disguises. Slick also slept away the days, which left Michelangelo to roam around the abandoned building by himself. Meanwhile, deep within the sand dunes of the Waste Lands, cabin fever of a different sort had been discovered.
"I want want out," Donatello moaned.
"I wish I could say, 'You get used to it'," Raphael said. "But, this is one thing you never get used to. No matter how many times you're thrown in here."
Donatello looked at his former racing instructor. "Just how many have you been down here?" he asked.
"Two or three. Maybe more," Raphael told him.
"On what charges?"
Raphael shrugged. "Whatever Bishop wants to slam me with," he answered.
He shifted into a more comfortable position. Donatello wiggled around a bit until his arms were out in front of him. Raphael smiked.
"What?" Donatello inquired.
"You finally managed to master the trick," Raphael noted.
Donatello looked down at his hands. "My shoulders needed a break."
Raphael laid his head against the wall and closed his eyes. Donatello lay down on the floor, using his arms as a pillow and slowly fell asleep. It was the sound of echoing footsteps that brought both Donatello and Raphael out of their peaceful sleep.
"Now what?" Raphael growled.
The cell door opened and Bishop walked into the room. His eyes first fell on Raphael, who glared back at him. He then turned his gaze to Donatello.
"A shame a gifted person such as yourself has to endure someone else's fate," he apologized.
"Empty words, Bishop," Raphael spat.
"The person you're talking about is my father, isn't it?" Donatello asked.
"Sharing company secrets again, Raphael?"
"Whatever you want, take it and get out," Raphael ordered.
Suddenly, electricity shot through his body. He screamed in pain.
"Unfortunately, your time down here hasn't done much to silence your tongue," Bishop said. From behind his back, he held up a small remote. "Have you also forgotten about the implant?" He removed his thumb from the button.
Raphael gasped for air. He groaned and curled into a ball.
"What I want isn't here," Bishop informed his former agent. "Because someone decided to play the hero."
"Whoever it was was smart," Raphael commented, pushing himself into a sitting position. "He kept you away from your main target."
"No matter. My men have complete control over the city. They'll find Summers and Hall."
And with that said, Bishop walked out of the cell. The door slammed shut and the prisoners were left in the dark once again.
"Leo, come out," Michelangelo pleaded.
"Go away, Mikey," Leonardo ordered.
"But, I'm bored! There's nothing to do."
"Come on, Leo," Maddy joined Michelangelo's whining. "We've been stuck inside for almost a month. We're going stercrazy."
"It's only been one month?" Leonardo asked.
Outside, Michelangelo frowned. "Leo, are you talkin' to yourself again?" he asked.
Leonardo buried his head under his pillow. "So what if I am?"
"They're not bad voices, are they?"
Leonardo looked towards the door. Maddy tapped his ghost-like fingers against the door handle.
"I agree with Mr. Do-Gooder over there," Toxis said. "There's nothin' to do in here."
Michelangelo moaned and headed for the living room. He collapsed on the couch, wincing as a spring stabbed him in the back. He moved around until he found a comfortable position. He then pulled up a pillow and lay down. The only thing anyone wanted to do nowadays was sleep. He was just closing his eyes when he heard a door open.
"Mikey?"
Michelangelo shot up. "Yeah, Leo?"
"You wanna go for a walk?" Leonardo asked.
Michelangelo was on his feet, in his new disguise and at the door before Leonardo could blink.
"What are we waiting for?" he asked.
"Me. I'm coming with you," Slick said, hurrying out of his room. He was also dressed in a new disguise and was in the process of pulling on his coat.
Leonardo pulled on a baseball cap and a jacket and followed his friends out of the apartment. After weeks of being cooped up inside it was a relief to get out into the fresh air. Michelangelo took a deep breath, as if cleansing his lungs of the stale air he had been breathing for the past four weeks.
"A guy could get used to this," he said, putting his hands behind his head.
Just then, a police car drove by. Leonardo, Michelangelo and Slick stopped short, fearing that they would get caught. However, the officers inside never gave them a second glance and kept driving. They breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's gonna take a while to get over this paranoia," Slick commented.
Leonardo felt his heart sink. Every day Slick reminded him of Raphael. Especially his voice. It was almost just as deep as his brother's, and it was a painful reminder of what had to happen for them to remain out of police hands.
Slick noticed Leonardo's sad expression. "You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Raph," Leonardo answered.
Michelangelo and Slick looked at each other.
"Not that I'm honored that you think that I'm my brother, but I'm not Raph," Slick pointed out.
Leonardo looked at him. "Oh. Right. Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay, Leo," Maddy tried to reassure him, patting his shoulder.
Toxis whacked him in the back of the head. "Stop lyin', Maddy. Nothin's gonna be okay."
Maddy crossed his arms in the same manner as Michelangelo. "I was trying to stay positive. But, okay, Mr. Ray of Sunshine, have it your way."
"Will you two shut up already?" Leonardo snapped.
The others didn't say anything. They had gotten used to their comrade's random outbursts. But, it still scared Michelangelo sometimes.
"Maddy and Toxis again?" the ex-surfer asked.
"He knows our names, how cute," Toxis said.
"Yes, Mikey. It's Maddy and Toxis. It's always them," Leonardo explained. "I've been hearing them every since I was a kid. It wasn't until I was twelve when I finally managed to block their voices out."
"But, now, it's gone overboard," Slick put in.
"You could put it that way," Leonardo agreed.
A few blocks away a ghost car sat watching the three friends. It inched closer every now and then, always getting closer to the most wanted racers on the island. Toxis heard the sound of a running engine and turned around. Lucky for him, he was invisible to everyone except Leonardo.
"Yo, Leo. We've got company," he announced, tapping his host on the shoulder.
Leonardo turned around and saw the car. His eyes widened when he saw the hidden lights on the dash.
"Uh...guys?"
"Show time."
Michelangelo and Slick turned around when they heard the roar of an engine. The car raced forward. Michelangelo let out a high pitched scream and took off. Leonardo and Slick weren't far behind. The passenger of the ghost car picked up the radio.
"This is unit one. We've located the targets. They're heading down Main Street."
The boys disappeared around a corner. Michelangelo looked over his shoulder.
"Did we lose 'em?" he asked. He bumped into a stationary Slick. "What's the hold-up?"
"That is," Leonardo told him, pointing ahead.
Michelangelo looked over Slick's shoulder and saw the police block. He gulped. Most of the officers had guns pointed at them, which made Michelangelo freeze. The night of his brother's murder flashed in his head.
"Mikey, stay calm," Leonardo instructed.
"Never did like guns," Michelangelo muttered.
"Put your hands up and get down on the ground!" the police chief shouted.
Summers knew he was going to regret his next move. "Mikey, Don told me about what happened to Jeff," he said.
Michelangelo shot his crystal blue eyes at him. Leonardo didn't know if he was mad, ashamed, or simply just scared.
"Why'd he do that?" he demanded.
"Put your hands up and get down on the ground," the police chief ordered.
The friends did as they were told. Three officers hurried over and handcuffed them.
"I overheard you tell Raph how you already lost a brother and that you didn't want to lose another one," Leonardo confessed as they were pulled to their feet.
"Donny promised not to tell," Michelangelo growled as he was shoved into the back of a police car.
"It wasn't your fault."
Tears began to fill Michelangelo's eyes. He blinked them away and looked out the window. Slick and Leonardo were put in different cars, but the destination was the same.
"Well, Summers, looks like you're gonna keep that appointment with the Chamber after all," the chief said, slamming the door.
You know the drill.