A/N: I bump up my word limit…and I go and break it -.-'. I tried to shorten it I swear, but it's still 1002 words… and I didn't really want to post it as a one-shot… um…oops? I don't even know where this came from, it randomly popped in my head at work of all places.

Oh! Jewel Princess1992 was looking for a Raph/Leo 'bonding fic', I wonder if this counts? If not I can always try again.

Disclaimer: Raph and Leo aren't mine, but I can dream can't I?

There was a tiny squeal and Leo stopped what he was doing to peer down into the blanketed confines of the stroller. The little one inside giggled, oblivious to the situation it was in, and waved its arms around. The turtle smiled and returned to the task of tying up a thug with his own coat.

"What kinda jokers are these?" Raph asked in disgust, giving the unconscious man at his feet a final kick, "Who tries kidnappin' a kid from a lady walkin' down the street?"

"Desperate whack-jobs?" Leo haphazard.

"Morons more like." Another squeal had the blue masked turtle looking back down. The baby was gleefully squirming around, a tangle of chubby limbs and blanket, with a large grin on its face as it turned this way and that as if trying to locate the source of the mystery speaker.

"I think he agrees with you."

"How'd ya know it's a guy?" Raph asked, peering into the stroller with a confused expression and studying the little human.

Leo shrugged, "I guessed from the green cap."

"But it's got yellow blankets and what about the purple elephant?"

"I don't know, I was just guessing. Besides, I don't think the colour of its stuffed animal determines its gender."

"Don't humans colour-code their babies? How come there's no blue or pink on this kid? OW!" Raphael's head abruptly jerked out from under the stroller's canopy, clutching at his eye, just as more delighted squeals erupted from the little one.

"Little twerp poked me in the eye!"

Leo smirked and bent down to cover the child back up, chuckling when it patted his nose a few times.

"Come on, we better return him – or her – before the mother starts going crazy."

"Like she ain't already?" Raph mumbled, but nodded anyway and continued to mutter under his breath about annoying children.

Leo studied the fire escape and the stroller a moment before his gaze locked onto the part of the street visible from their alley.

"Whatcha thinkin' Fearless?"

"That despite it being dark out I'm not comfortable traipsing down the street."

"Getting' the stroller up ta the roofs and back down's gunna be a pain in the ass." Leo merely nodded; he'd been thinking that too, but got an idea a second later and squatted to scrutinize the stroller more carefully, snapping his fingers when he found what he'd been looking for.

"What?" Raph asked coming around to stand by his brother and avoid having his elbow pad pulled on by the grabby baby, "What is it?"

"It's collapsible! If we can compact it it'll be much easier for one of us to carry around."

They spent what had to be at least 15 minutes trying to figure how to actually accomplish that task, though the process was probably slowed down by the debate of who would hold the child so they wouldn't fold it up too. Leo ended up with the baby after Raph metaphorically ground his feet in and declared that he wasn't holding Baby Grabby Hands.

At first Leo was hesitant, he'd never been around a baby before and wasn't really sure of what he was doing. There was some sort of process, a set of rules you were supposed to follow when handling small humans, he knew that. But that didn't help the fact that he didn't know what said rules were. He reminded himself of the worried mother and picked it up as gently as he could and ended up relaxing when it grabbed onto one of the plates of his plastron, rubbing it as if it was fascinated by the texture, then continued to gently beat on it as if it were a drum.

It took only slightly longer to get up to the roofs since Raph was a little hampered by the folded baby carriage, but once up there it hadn't taken more than five minutes before they heard the frantic cries of the distraught mother. They watched as she ran to the end of the street and stopped, probably for breath, before calling for her child again. The baby squealed in response, moving its head in its mother's direction and seemed to try and raise its arms like it wanted to be picked up despite the fact that one of its hands was entwined with Leo's wrist guard.

The two turtles made it down to an alley close by as quickly and stealthily as they could and set the stroller back up. Raph ran to the end of the alley and hid himself so he could see both street and alley while Leo situated the child back into its blankets.

"Hey lady!" Raph called out from the shadows when Leo started over to him. The woman snapped her head their direction and froze.

"Who's there?" she called back, voice strained and eyes frantically wide. She started taking hesitant steps that slowly got more bold before calling out angrily, "Are you the psychos that took my baby?!" then proceeded yelling threateningly in what they guessed was Spanish as she continued to stomp their way with sharp gestures.

From the shadows Leo and Raph silently looked at one another with raised eye ridges, a mute agreement passing between them as Leo gently pushed the stroller out into the open and they retreated to the roof. They heard the woman's relieved cry and watched as she cuddled her baby and immediately started cooing.

Leo had a smile on his face when he turned around, pleased to know that they'd done some good. He was about to suggest they resume their patrol when he caught Raphael looking at him strangely.

"What?"

His brother remained silent when suddenly a smirk broke across his face, "Good thing I wasn't carryin' it."

Before Leo could ask his brother to clarify he pointed to Leo's chest and said, "The kid left ya a present."

Confused, Leo looked to his plastron and found a large splotch of drool near where the baby's head had been.

"Ugh…"