I would like to than Amonraphoenix as always for beta reading this chapter and for her lovely suggestions and ideas;)

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Chapter 25

Mr. White studied the black and white surveillance photograph that had been slipped under his door nearly two months ago.

Katherine Brooks, or as she was legally know, Katherine Wraith, was still alive and well. He had no idea how she had managed to defuse the bomb that had been strapped around her neck or survive the massive explosion, but she had. Which meant that somehow the four freaks were probably still alive as well. Though they had managed to stay low, Katherine had emerged out of hiding. Of course Katherine was his problem not the freaks. A single white business card had fluttered from the envelope to land at his feet. On the card was nothing but a number. Curious, he had dialled the number and a digitally distorted voice who had called himself 'Mr. Green' had offered him a deal. Mr. Green would kill Katherine Wraith if, after her death had been confirmed and verified by The Face himself, Mr. White promised to put in a good word for him with The Face.

Mr. Green had then said that he wanted The Face to contact him immediately after Katherine's death had been verified. Mr. White had readily agreed to the plan. Mr. White was of course no fool. He realized that if Mr. Green did indeed manage to kill Katherine Wraith, that Mr. White's own position would be forfeit, and his life as well. So he planned to rid himself of his competition by tracking Mr. Green's phone while Mr. Green was busy talking with The Face.

Mr. White also knew that going to his boss and telling him that he had failed would lead to possible unpleasantness for him, but going in with a plan would possibly lessen the chances of his face ending up displayed on a mannequins head.

Mr. Green had then given him a date and a time when Katherine's death would occur and then hung up.

The Face had of course been furious when shown the picture of Katherine walking into a convenience store, but had agreed to the hiring of the outside assassin.

Mr. White let out a growl of irritation. He didn't know how she had managed to get in his head and make him afraid of his own shadow. Mr. White straightened his coat and smiled, but he no longer cared, because tonight was the night she died.

Karai tapped her foot in irritation as she waited at the cafe. She was confused at the message she had received from the man who had bid on the sword she had placed up for auction at the museum fundraiser. He had said he found the quality of the item to be misrepresented and he wanted to give it back to her. He expected no monetary return, since the funds were given to charity, but he had said that he could not bear to have such an inferior item in his collection. She had been furious, but he had insisted on setting up a meeting at the tiny corner coffee shop outside of her headquarters. She had reluctantly agreed, if only to give him a piece of her mind.

"It is a pleasure to see you again. Ms. Saki." A smooth, pleasant voice greeted her.

She looked up at a man who she thought she should know, but whose face she could not place. He watched her from behind dark glasses, his hair covered by a light grey fedora, his face partially hidden beneath scruffy reddish stubble.

"I wished to return this item to you for the reasons I mentioned in our previous conversation." He said as he lay the sword in front of her on the small circular table. She opened her mouth to reply when he bowed slightly and touched the brim of his hat. "It was nice seeing you. Take care now." And with that he strode away.

Karai turned around angrily in her chair, furious at being treated this way, but the man was already exiting the shop.

Irritated and confused she turned back around and looked at the fine antique sword sitting on the table. A small square of white caught her eye as she pried the folded piece of paper from the hilt of the sword.

She discreetly unfolded the note and read the words. She frowned in confusion, committed the lines to memory and placed the paper in her tea, throwing the contents in the trash as she exited the shop, taking the sword with her.

Barry walked swiftly towards the taxi that would drop him off at his car, which he had parked several blocks away. He had set his pawn in motion, he just hoped that Karai Saki would move the way he wanted her to.

Michelangelo made a silly face as Toshiro looked down at him as he held the two month old baby up above his head. I can't believe it's been two months already! I've been an uncle for two months and it's been the most wonderful, amazing experience that I have ever had. He thought happily to himself. "Should we go find your daddies, yes we should, because someone is stinky." He said wrinkling his snout in playful disgust. Toshiro giggled, his large amber eyes staring at Michelangelo's snout. "Uncle Mikey wants to start his movie night. Yes he does." He cooed. "Tonight's movie marathon is all the Classic monster movies; Dracula, Frankenstein, Wolfman, The Creature From the Black Lagoon. And when you get older Uncle Mikey is going to show you all of them. Yes I will." He cooed. "But first, if you really loved your Uncle Mikey you'll pee on your daddy Leo," He whispered conspiratorially. "Because it really would only be fair since you already peed on daddy Raph and that was hilarious. Yes it was. Yes it was!" Michelangelo said with a devilish grin as he picked up the bag of baby supplies.

"You really shouldn't encourage him." Katherine said from the doorway, a teasing smile on her face.

Michelangelo grinned at Katherine over his shoulder.

"And how is my little man?" She cooed to her son as she walked up to them.

"Stinky." Was Michelangelo's prompt reply as Katherine chuckled. "We were just on our way to find daddy Raph and Leo."

Katherine nodded as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"You going for a shower?" Michelangelo asked as Katherine took Toshiro from his arms.

"Yep." She said with a smile. Michelangelo knew that Katherine had been in their training room trying to take off the 'baby' weight. Where there was still baby weight on her, he didn't know, she looked stunning as always, even as tired and bedraggled as she was, with her face flushed, her shoulder length silver hair falling out of her ponytail, and sweat glistening on her body.

"Most women would hate you, you know. I think there is a law about not even looking like you had a kid two months ago." Michelangelo pointed out as Katherine nuzzled Toshiro's snout with her nose.

"Uncle Mikey's funny, isn't he Shiri?" She asked smiling lovingly at her son. "But I think daddy Leo needs to be peed on too." She said with a smile as she gave Toshiro back to Michelangelo. "And I blame my mother and her ridiculously good genes, being in a coma for over 3 months, and the fact that I barely get to even hold Shiri or spend time with him because it is more like he has four fathers all squabbling over him, so I probably have a lot more time than most mothers do." Katherine said with a wide grin. "So are you watching your movies tonight Michelangelo?" Katherine asked him.

Michelangelo grinned widely. "Yes I am. I am hoggin' the TV all night! I was just telling Shiri about it and telling him that when he gets old enough I am going to show him all the great movies I watch." Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Okay not all of them, but these are Classics Kitten. Dracula with Bela Lugosi, Frankenstein with Boris Karloff! Classic!"

Katherine smiled at his excitement. "Well have fun, you deserve it." She said as she gave Michelangelo a quick hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Michelangelo, for everything." She said softly as she pulled away.

Michelangelo looked down at her. "You okay Kitten?" He asked softly a flicker of concern riding over his face.

She seemed to think about the question for a moment. "I will be Michelangelo, I will be." She said softly with a smile as she walked towards the bathroom.

Michelangelo felt strangely uneasy about Katherine's answer, but turned and walked to Donatello's lab without finding out more about Katherine's cryptic answer. The door to Donatello's lab was closed but he knew his brother's had to be in there since he had checked everywhere else.

He opened the door and the room suddenly went silent. He looked at his three brothers. Raphael looked furious and was standing with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a table, Leonardo was sitting in a chair his face set into disapproving lines and Donatello stood beside his computer looking frustrated and irritated.

"Get in here Mikey, and close the door." Raphael snapped. "Where's Kitten?"

"Having a shower." Michelangelo answered as he frowned at his brothers.

"Good."Raphael grunted.

"What's going on?" Michelangelo asked as he stepped further into the room.

"Donny here isn't sharing the DNA test with us." Raphael said in frustration.

Donatello let out a huff of irritation. "I told you Raph, the results took longer than I thought they were going to."

"It's been two months Donny." Leonardo put in softly. "We've waited long enough for an answer."

"This isn't going to solve anything." Donatello protested. "You two have both been acting like Toshiro's father."

"By that theory we would all be Toshiro's father." Raphael cut in harshly. Raphael closed his eyes, took in a deep calming breath and breathed out, opening his eyes slowly. "All of us act like he is ours and that's great. But Donny, me an' Leo need to know. He's got my eyes Donny, and I know he ain't as dark as me, but if he's mine I want to know. Please."

Michelangelo looked at all of his brothers in worry as he set Toshiro down on Donatello's work bench and began changing him while his brothers continued to talk.

Deon looked at the woman who crawled into the backseat of his car. "Are you sure about this?" He asked her.

Katherine looked at him with her disturbingly direct green eyes as she pulled on the wig with the golden, brown and reddish locks that curled and waved around her shoulders and down her back in a glorious waterfall. "Yes." She said with grim determination as she finished pulling on the rest of her clothing.

Deon frowned in worry but gave a curt nod of understanding as he pulled into traffic.

Leonardo watched as Donatello looked back and forth between himself and Raphael. Donatello finally nodded, sat down heavily on his computer chair and took out a manila folder that had been hidden in amongst a pile of papers and magazines. "It took me so long to run the tests because as I said, there were issues with what I thought were the samples and contamination. So I did an in-depth DNA profile on all of us to make sure the samples were good and not contaminated."

"Donny, just tell us who the father is." Raphael interrupted with a low growl of impatience growing in his chest.

"Raph, have you ever wondered if any of us are actually related by blood?" Donatello asked softly.

Leonardo felt his eyes widen in surprise and shock as he quickly glanced at all of his brothers. He had never wondered if they were all related by blood because it didn't matter. They were all brother's in the truest sense of the word.

Raphael frowned. "Not really." He admitted slowly "You're my brothers period, end of story."

"So then if Katherine says that you are his father..." Donatello began.

"Because it matters." Raphael said firmly.

Donatello sighed and then nodded. "I ran a DNA test on all of us. We are all related by blood, but we aren't biologically full brothers. We all have the same mother, but Mikey and Raph are the only two who have the same father. My father and Leo's fathers are different."

Leonardo nodded. It still didn't matter, though it was nice to know that they were all related by blood, even if all of them were not full brother's.

Leonardo watched as Michelangelo finished changing Toshiro's diaper. Michelangelo quickly did up the sleeper and wrapped Toshiro back up in a blanket a frown on his face as he quietly completed his task.

Toshiro still had to be kept very warm, but his shell had hardened so there was no longer the worry of damaging the soft shell.

"Okay Donny," Leonardo began as he continued to study Michelangelo and Toshiro, something in the back of his mind clamouring to be heard. "So we are all related by blood, what does any of this have to do with Toshiro?" Leonardo asked in confusion.

"Am I the father or not?" Raphael asked with a growl, his amber eyes narrowing into golden slits.

Donatello remained silent. Raphael closed his eyes and nodded. "Congratulations Leo, I guess you got what you wanted." Raphael said softly, a hitch of raw hurt in his voice.

Leonardo felt his eyes widen in surprise. His eyes sought out Toshiro's amber eyes, but frowned when Donatello remained silent, not confirming Raphael's conclusion.

"Donny?" Leonardo questioned in surprise.

Raphael frowned at Donatello. "So you are sayin' Leo ain't the father either?" He asked in confusion as Leonardo continued to look at Toshiro and Michelangelo.

"Not exactly." Donatello finally answered. "There were DNA markers for both you and Leo in Toshiro's DNA profile."

They looked at Donatello in confusion.

Raphael frowned. "You said that we all had the same mother." Raphael said as Donatello nodded. "But me and Leo are only half related, but me and Mikey are full brothers."

"Yes." Donatello said with a nod of his head, but a frown of confusion forming between his brow ridges.

It was then that Leonardo's eyes widened in understanding as he studied the similarities between Michelangelo and Toshiro. He closed his eyes against the evidence and the hot bile that rose in his throat at his brother's betrayal. "Donny," Leonardo began softly, his voice shaking slightly as he silently hoped that Donatello would tell him his suspicions were wrong. "The real reason you had to run DNA profiles on all of us was because you didn't get a match with me and Raph, because neither of us is Toshiro's father." Raphael turned his head sharply to look at Michelangelo, who looked at Raphael and Leonardo in confusion. "Because Mikey's the father." Leonardo concluded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

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But is Mikey really the father? Guess you will have to read the next chapter to find out;)

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