I know... It's been six months since my last update. I'm sorry... I was struggling with the how to move it along again... Thankfully, Sol messaged me and get me in gear again. lol. So, after forever, here's another chapter of "Beautiful Disaster". And let me tell you something. I haven't written in first person POV in so long that it was odd to get back into it. lol. By the way, you people will never understand how much I HATE typing in the Word Processor on a Mac... I can't even figure out how to save it as a .doc document. I had to copy and past this chapter into another thing I've already uploaded to the site, and get rid of what was previously there...

Anyway, enough of my ramblings.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or its characters. I only have Amy and Gage. Chris (wherever he may be) belongs to Solaris Prime.

A month had passed with no incident, which worried my brothers and me. Lately, it seemed like there was always something waiting around the next corner. Then again, it could've been paranoia from years of fighting the Shredder and his forces. Relaxation was not something that was very common around the lair. Sure, my brothers and I could seem relaxed, but the fact of the matter was we always had to keep our guard up. Especially considering the fact that my brothers were still human. They were more vulnerable, though they were finally growing used to their bodies. I was even becoming more used to seeing them that way, rather than the turtles I'd grown up with.

But the lair was quiet. Master Splinter and Leo were meditating together. Mikey had a pair of earbuds on, likely blasting his favorite Bon Jovi song, while he played video games. Don was at his computers- big shocker there. Raph was out, probably on his Shell Cycle and had been gone for at least an hour. Mona was lounging back on the couch and watching the news on one of the televisions not being used by Michelangelo. I was dressed for an evening out with Gage, as he'd called me earlier.

Things were almost normal between Gage and me again. I didn't trust him as much as I used to, but I wasn't angry about what happened anymore. After the promise he'd made to Chris at his grave, I knew he would try to live up to his word. I was going to meet Gage at an Italian restaurant not far from April's shop. I could walk there, even dressed as I was. For the evening, I'd chosen to wear a skirt for the first time in years with a delicate blouse and a simple pair of sandals. The outfit wasn't extravagant, but certainly different from my usual attire.

"I'll be back in a few hours," I called out as I neared the exit to the lair.

"You have your shell cell?" Donatello asked.

"When don't I?"

"Call if you need anything."

"I'm going out with Gage. I'll be fine," I answered with a chuckle and left the lair, punching in the security code to lock the door behind me. Don used to always get on our cases if we didn't lock up behind us; it was second-nature now.

After emerging in the alley beside April's shop, I covered the manhole and began walking down the main road towards the restaurant where I would be meeting Gage. It wasn't long before I saw a few burly men dressed in black nearing me. Looking them over, I recognized their uniforms as belonging to those who worked for Agent John Bishop. He was a wack-job that was convinced my brothers were aliens and trying to take over the world. I stopped where I was and reached for my tessen, which was hooked onto the belt around my waist.

"We're going to ask you to come with us," one of the men said.

"And if I refuse?" I asked.

"We won't be so polite." I glanced around at the men. There were only three of them. I could handle it. There was no need to call my brothers.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to teach you some manners, because I'm not going anywhere with you." I whipped out my tessen and dove for the man directly in front of me, kicking my foot around his ankle to knock him off balance. The other two lunged at me as I jumped back and they nearly ran into each other. People passing by were beginning to gather into a crowd.

"What's the FBI doing here?" someone asked.

"Don't be stupid. That's the CIA," another barked.

"Either way, that girl must have really done something to get them on her."

I glanced at the bystanders, praying they didn't get caught in the crossfire that came with me defending myself. As I focused my attention back on the men before me, I reached for a a throwing-star. Unfortunately, I realized too late, I hadn't brought any because I hadn't thought they'd be necessary. Before I could leap back from the next attack, I felt a shock race through my body and I screamed as I fell to the ground. They'd used a taser on me!

"You're coming with us," one of the agents said darkly before knocking me out with a blow to the head.

When I finally came to, my head was pounding and I was upright. Odd, I thought, but pushed it aside as I tried to take in my surroundings. Wherever I was, it wasn't a place I wanted to be and I needed to get out. I opened my eyes, expecting to be blinded by some kind of spotlight in my face. Instead, I was met with complete and utter darkness. It hadn't even been worth opening my eyes for all they could tell me. I quickly relied on what my other senses could tell me, my head still pounding in time with my heartbeat. Not fun.

I was sure I was upright and it felt like my arms and legs were bound. There were metal cuffs around my wrists, holding them above my head at a painful angle. It felt like I was hanging by my arms from the ceiling, wherever that was. At my ankles were matching shackles and I was vaguely aware of something solid beneath my feet. The floor, I hoped. After testing how sturdy the surface was, I tried to stand up on my own to relieve the pain from my arms. After the soreness in my shoulders subsided, I tried to see how far I could pull my hands down. They felt numb, likely from the lack of blood reaching them. I could only pull them a couple inches down before the cuffs stopped and dug into my wrists. Note to self: don't pull on the cuffs.

I figured I probably should have been terrified in this position, but I knew I'd been taken by Bishop's goons. I was probably being held in some makeshift prison. Why they wanted me was beyond my thought process at the moment, but I was pretty sure I'd find out soon enough. I was proven correct when, only moments later, I was blinded by light pouring into the room as a door opened. One man walked inside with a holographic image of a man beside him.

I scowled at them both.

"Amelia Hamato," the physical man said. He was dressed in a black suit and tie with a pair of mirror sunglasses over his eyes. Beside him was a holographic image of a black man wearing glasses and a lab coat.

"Bishop," I spat. "And Baxter Stockman. How's the glass jar treating you?"

"Insolent brat!" the so-called genius yelled.

"If you answer our questions, we'll let you go free," Bishop said. I scoffed.

"And I'd believe you because..."

"Your life is in my hands."

"I'm shaking in my boots," I answered cheekily.

Strange, I thought, that I wasn't as scared as I normally would have been. What was giving me this confidence in the face of possible death? Normally, I would be able to put on a front, but be ready to scream on the inside. Now, nothing. No sense of impending doom was running through my veins. Was it because of what happened with Gage? Before I could put more thought into my behavior, I felt something sharp slice at my side and screamed out.

"You will answer my questions, or you won't be seeing your precious turtles again," Bishop warned darkly. I scowled but found pleasure in knowing he hadn't learned of my brothers' odd transformation. I spat in his face.

"You don't scare me, Agent Bishop."

"I will."

Bishop is intimidating, I won't lie... He gives me the creeps sometimes. So, there's another chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Please R&R.