Bishop was glad that he received the call that the purple masked turtle was alive and well. "Bring him in when you get him here." The evil man said.

It didn't take too much longer for the commandos to bring Don in, strapped to a gurney. He was still unconscious. Then the men left their boss alone with the turtle, to do what he liked with him.

Bishop looked down at Don's stomach first off. It looked to be back to normal. He also looked on the sides for signs of stretch marks. There were a few. That's when Bishop realized that Donatello had carried for quite a while longer than when he had last had him.

As much as dissection seemed like a great idea to him, he wanted to run a few tests on Don first. After all, he had been pregnant not too long ago. Maybe it was possible to repeat the process. It would be interesting to have a baby turtle to study.

Bishop went off to get some tools and an ultrasound machine, as he wanted to study what Don's internal structure looked like now. He already had dissection saws and such in the room. He could get an internal view that way too.

Bishop soon had the tools and machine and brought them into the room. He saw Don was still out. It would make the process of taking samples so much easier.

Bishop took some skin samples first off of Don's arms, cutting deeper and removing more than the sample required. Then he collected some blood samples. He knew it wouldn't be easy to get semen samples, but he would try later on. He knew the turtle wouldn't be pregnant again so soon, so he was going to try to make a new baby.

Don's breathing was steady.

Bishop now ran the laser scan over Don's body like he had months ago, and like the first time they met. The scan showed Don's internal structures and the heat of his organs. But as Bishop studied the lower abdomen, there was no sign of life in the turtle's stomach, other than just Don's own organs.

Donny was now starting to come around while Bishop studied the scan.

It was a little bit harder to open his eyes, as the bright light was shining in them, but they adjusted quickly enough. "Where am I?" Don murmured in confusion.

Bishop then turned around. "Ah, welcome, Donatello. Good to see you're awake."

"Bishop! What do you want this time?" Don snarled nervously. "Or should I have to ask?"

"Why, I want to know how you had those twins of yours? You had them alive right?" Bishop asked.

"That's none of your business, Bishop! My twins are my concern." Don said. "Not yours."

"But it was just not possible for a male turtle like you to be pregnant in the first place. I want to know how that came to be." The man asked.

"Again, I'm not telling you anything!"

"Come, come now, Donatello. You can tell me, or should I let the DNA do the talking." Bishop warned.

"My DNA would tell you nothing of how I was impregnated." Don said, feeling pain on his arms. He knew Bishop had to have taken something by now, though he had no idea how long he had been unconscious for.

"If I had the twins, their DNA would tell me who the other source was that got you pregnant."

"Yes, but you won't know because I'll never tell you where they are!" Don yelled. He was scared and mad all at the same time.

"But if you are not pregnant now, I can find a way to get you pregnant again, so that I can have my own baby turtle to study. Your family won't be finding you anytime soon, Donatello."

Don's eyes widened at the statement of possibly being pregnant again. He didn't want to be pregnant again. And he would never give up a child to this monster. But he knew his family would find him because of the tracker under his shell.

Bishop now brought a wheeled machine over. Don recognized it as an ultrasound machine. He began to struggle. He had a feeling he knew what Bishop was going to do with that.

Once he had the machine by Don's table, he now turned to him and began undoing Don's belt.

"Don't touch me!" Don said, struggling.

Bishop tried to hurry to get the belt off; it was in the way of what he wanted to examine. It didn't take him long to undo the knot in the belt and then he let it fall upon the table.

Don's breathing had picked up. His belly was now exposed to the evil man, and the scar was still visible. There was a strap over his upper abdomen, but Don knew that Bishop's main focus would be upon his lower abdominal region.

Now that the belt was out of the way, Bishop saw a line across the turtle's lower stomach. It was definitely a scar that looked somewhat new.

"This line down here shows me that you had a c-section to have the twins." Bishop said.

"It's not your business!" Don snapped at him.

"Always the stubborn one, Donatello."

"I'll never tell you anything about them!"

"Well, how would you feel if you never got to see them again?" Bishop stated. It was more of a statement than a question.

"The others will find me. They know how much the twins need me." Don said.

"So sure of yourself. All of you would feel that way, that your family will find you."

"Shell yes they will!" Don said.

"Well, enough talk, it's time for your ultrasound." Bishop said.

Don struggled some more in the straps.

...

It was nearing dawn in the city.

At the lair, Leo knew that his brother Don had gone to the junkyard for supplies, but that had been hours ago. He should have been home by now. Leo was getting worried, and stress was not good for him when he was carrying this baby.

It was lucky in a way that Leo had not gone with Don, because Bishop would have loved to have had the opportunity to get his hands on Leo's baby.

Leo went to the others and asked them if they had seen Don.

"Nope. Not since before he left." Raph said.

"Earlier today, but not for awhile." Mikey said.

Mike and Raph were playing some video games right now.

"It's just, I'm getting a bad feeling, like Don's in trouble." Leo said. "He should have been back by now."

"He goes out all the time and stays out for hours on end trying to gather supplies." Mikey said. "I'm sure he's fine."

"Maybe, but he shouldn't have gone alone, and he should have called if he was going to be late." Leo said.

"Yeah, but you ain't goin' with him in your condition, Leo." Raph said.

"I'm going to call him to make sure he's alright." Leo said and walked away from the other two to try to hear his call better.

He picked up his phone and dialed Don's number, but Don never picked up. He tried again, and again, nothing. Now Leo was really worried.

"Guys!" Leo came back over. "Donny's not picking up! We need to go track him down."

Mikey paused the game. "Aww! We were just getting to the good part." He whined.

"If Don's in trouble, Mikey, we need to go find him." Raph said.

"I know."

"You can play again later. Right now, we have to find him." Leo said seriously. He was now heading to Don's lab to find his phone tracker.

Leo got online and typed in the phone tracker signal. Raph and Mikey appeared behind him shortly after, wanting to know where their brainy brother was too.

There was a beeping light, purple, from a junkyard uptown. "We need to go there and see if Don's hurt." Raph said.

"I'm there." Mikey said.

"Take some of Don's medical supplies just in case he's been hurt." Leo said. "We all know basic first aid."

"Yep, we do." Raph said.

Some medical supplies and bandages were loaded into another duffle bag, and then Raph and Mikey hit the road in the Battle Shell. Leo wanted to come, but he couldn't go. He had to stay behind and babysit the twins.

Raph had wanted to take the Shell Cycle, but if Don was hurt, they would need the Battle Shell to transport him.

They soon arrived at the junkyard uptown, and got out of the truck and followed Don's cell signal. They soon came upon Don's stuff. His phone, duffle bag, and Bo.

"No! He can't be gone!" Mikey cried out.

"Take it easy, Mikey. We'll find him." Raph tried to keep Mikey calm.

Raph then called Leo.

"Leo, we found Don's stuff, but Donny ain't here."

"Try to trace his other tracker, the one that Don put under our shells." Leo advised.

Raph looked up Don's other signal, and found that their brother was over in Queens.

"It's coming from Queens Island. We have to go there and get him." Raph said.

"It's good you found him, Raph." Leo said. "Now we all have to go get him."

"Not you, Leo. We may need some extra help though." Mikey said.

"Right. Call April and Casey, and get Master Splinter up." Raph said. "We'll be back to discuss the plans."

"Gotcha." Leo said.

Leo woke up Splinter, and called their human friends, that it was an emergency that they come down to the lair immediately. Raph and Mikey were on their way back.

Everyone was soon back in the lair. The humans were tired, but were glad to be of any help.

"Donny's missing." Leo began. "We traced his cell to the junkyard where we found all of his equipment. Then we traced the microchip Donny installed under our shells."

"He's over in Queens." Raph said.

"We'll get him back, no matter what it takes." Leo said.

"Yes, we will, my son, but you are not going in your condition, Leonardo. You must stay here and take care of Akemi and Virgil. I will go with them to track down Donatello." Splinter said.

Leo couldn't help but give a small groan.

"I'll stay here and talk you through the rescue." April said. "And keep Leo company."

"Good. Now let's go get our brother back." Raph said.

Raph, Mikey, Casey, and Splinter left the lair to go get Donny back.

Thanks to Darkunderworld for editing.

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