Hello all you lovely people! First off to babyface, Nancy the Mutant, Ariel Louise, Liana Walker, Guest, Madelyn Hooks, and Shigeo627; just seriously thank you all so, so much for all the amazing things you said in your reviews. It was seriously so touching to hear how much you all are enjoying my writing. As I've said many times before, writing for me is mainly a hobby and just to hear you guys say that you enjoy my writing makes my hobby all the more enjoyable and almost brings a tear to my eye. I seriously just thank you all so much for this amazing/positive community around this series. Just for a fair warning, the updates will probably become a little more infrequent again because I go back to school next week and I'll be very busy, but just bare with me because the chapters will be up and this story will be continued. This chapter begins where Molly and Zach's recon at the docks left off from last chapter. Anyway, enjoy! :)

({No POV})

It was late at the old shipping warehouse in the docks.

The inside appeared to be completely empty until Joey Turtelli and 3 of the other mobsters with him made their way into the warehouse.

The inside was completely shrouded in darkness and shadows except for moonlight passing through the skylight windows in the roof of the warehouse that; little did the mobsters know, Molly and Zach were simultaneously using them to quietly observe them from above.

They were standing there all alone, until 3 figures started to appear from the darkness across from the Italian gang. They were three men. Zach's face contorted in confusion as Molly's face shifted into one of recognition.

"HAVOC?" Molly whispered, quietly to herself, now looking really intrigued as to what is going on.

Molly knew these 3 men all too well as they kept approaching the Italian gang.

HAVOC is a gang that's composed of about 8 or so members and even though they weren't really the biggest gang ever, they still aren't the kind of people you want to mess around with.

"You mooks are late, Titanus." Joey said, sharply and looking perturbed.

The man Joey was addressing, the man standing in the middle of the two others with him, was the leader of this street gang that Molly and Kaito have busted a couple times before; Titanus.

He was a very large man, not necessarily the most in shape individual, but definitely not someone you'd want to pick a fight with. He was around 6 feet tall with a tan complexion and a helmet adorned with spikes covering his head. His torso was covered by a weathered looking purple shirt with the sleeves torn off. The bottom half of his body was covered by an old pair of brown cargo pants with a pair of brown works.

Titanus narrowed his eyes at Joey before saying, "Hey you try carrying the cargo you wanted without a van, Turtelli." "Whatevah, just show me the merchandise that my old man ordered." Joey Turtelli said, practically demanded.

Then, right after Joey said that, Titanus pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Joey Turtelli as he said, sounding very impatient, "Show me the cash first, rich boy."

Joey Turtelli was looking at him unimpressed and then, to Molly and Zach's slight shock, Joey took out a handgun of his own and took a well calculated shot to shoot the pistol right out of Titanus's hand. The pistol landed on the concrete floor right as Titanus cried out in pain and holding his injured hand that was already covered in blood.

Joey looked back up at two of the other HAVOC gang members, his expression hard and almost emotionless, and said, "Okay, maybe ya scatter brains didn't hear me right, eh? Get me the merchandise, before we waste ya in ways that you have no idea." Titanus looked back to his gang members, his face still radiating obvious pain as he nodded.

The two guys nodded back before disappearing back into the darkness only to return back with a large wooden crate.

Frankie from the Italian gang walked up to the crate with a crowbar and broke it open.

Molly and Zach couldn't make out what was in the crate but then they stopped what they were thinking when they saw Frankie slowly look back at Joey turtelli, thinking he was probably going to nod in confirmation that they got what they asked for, except that wasn't what happen. Frankie just winked at Joey with a stoic facial expression.

Joey's jaw tensed up as he looked to the rest of his underlings and nodded toward him.

"What's this Titanus? You boys thinkin' me and my boys are amateurs? Thinkin' you coulda gotten away with us givin' you the money first and then give us a crate full ah nuthin'... but damn... rocks?" Joey said, his voice laced with venom, as he was still trying to maintain his emotionless facial expression.

Then Joey and the rest of the mobsters pulled out tommy guns from beneath their trench coats and trapped Titanus and his gang members between them and a wall while the Italian mobsters pointed the barrels of their weapons at them.

Molly and Zach took off, feeling the need to go before they were seen. That and there was no longer a need to stay anymore.

One was because there was no useful intel that had anything to do with what the Italians and Purple Dragons were trying to do. And two… well, it was kind of easy to assume what was going to be the fate of Titanus and the other two gang members of HAVOC.

Earlier that same night

(April's POV)

I just got Edith settled in for the night and just kind of made my way around to Marie and Rosalind's rooms.

Marie was already asleep when I looked into her room. She was partially under her covers already, her mouth hanging open slightly with one of her arms out stretched and her phone a couple inches away from her partially open hand.

I smiled a little at her as I walked over and pulled her covers a little more over her. I keep trying to remind myself that Marie's technically a teenager now, after all she just turned 13 two weeks ago, but it's just hard for me not to look at her and still see that 3 year old little girl smiling and feeding cows with the grass from our back yard through the fence.

But, I know, she's not that little girl entirely anymore.

Actually, out of all three of my girls and even though overall our girls favor Donnie physically, Marie's the one I actually see a lot of myself in. It's actually something Donnie especially finds pretty fascinating about her. Out of our three girls and her cousins, Marie's the one who actually took the most visible maternal traits, basically meaning she looks the most like me, her mother.

And she does.

Sure she has brown hair and brown eyes like Donnie and has most of her facial features from her father, but there's many aspects about her that I see myself in.

Unlike her younger sisters she has straight hair like me, she has my freckles, and I see myself in her when she's smiling especially. That and she's also an extremely right brained person like me.

It makes me laugh sometimes when she has that frustrated look on her face when she's trying to do her math homework that she has a hard time getting, which I understand that pain all too well. After all, I'm pretty sure if I didn't have Donnie helping me when I was in high school and college, I would have definitely flunked all my math classes for sure.

And now Donnie is helping her since I'm useless to her where math is concerned. But, she does ask me for advice on her English essays, but she's a pretty good writer as far as I'm concerned.

But, surprisingly, she's really not that into writing like I am.

Actually Marie's more of an artist, mainly she loves painting, something I'm horrible at and don't know where she got that talent from. But, it's good to see that she has a creative outlet that she enjoys like that and she's actually really, really good at it for someone her age.

I was about to walk away when I saw her phone vibrate and screen light up. I tried to keep myself from looking at it, but my mom instinct took over when I involuntarily leaned closer and saw the banner showing the message.

Caleb: R u still up?

I smiled, somewhat knowingly, at the message from Caleb. I try not to read too much into it.

When I turned and walked back into the hallway, I noticed a light coming from Roz's room next door. I made my way over and her door was open enough so I could see her working at her desk.

Even though she's usually in her area of the basement when she wants to tinker with something, she'll sometimes bring something up to her room to give her something to do.

She was fiddling around with some kind of old circuit board she found at the scrap yard.

Okay, it does not take a very observant person to see that Roz is not what most people would consider an average child. Actually, she's completely brilliant. After all I watched her repeatedly solve a rubix cube when she was only a little over a year old and that she goes to this very prestigious academy on a scholarship.

I mean, Rosalind isn't socially inept or anything. She's just very different from most other kids her age.

After all, her favorite thing to do is spend some father/daughter bonding time with Donnie at the scrap yard and go picking together. Which is something Donnie still enjoys doing, even though he doesn't really have to anymore.

Donnie and I make enough money to the point where he could buy new sheets of metal to use to make his inventions in his spare time outside of work, but I think Donnie just enjoys the challenge of using scrap metal more.

That and it's what he's been using as his raw building material for his inventions for his entire life… and it's something he now bonds with Roz over.

The only light on in her room was her desk lamp, a very old desk lamp that her and Donnie rewired together when she was little. I could see her face in a complete state of concentration and accompanied by her tongue sticking out slightly from the corner of her mouth, same exact quirk as Donnie.

Alright, I may be Rosalind's mother, but I swear she didn't get a single thing from me. Rosalind is Donnie's daughter completely.

She's literally the younger girl version of Donnie and I swear she becomes more like Donnie with each passing year. She's a bit high-strung and quirky like her father, she gained every bit of her appearance from Donnie, and she's a total genius like Donnie too.

The only thing she's missing is a gap between her front teeth and then she would literally be Donnie's clone.

But, honestly… I love all those things about her and the fact that she is so much like her father makes me love her that much more. It just makes me think back to when Donnie and I were younger and how much I could completely see teenage Donnie in Rosalind, even if she's only 9.

I walked into the room and she shot her head up at me. "Roz, it's almost 10:30, so I think you need to go to bed." I say. Roz looked away and looked back at her device and said, "Aw, but mom, I'm so close to finishing this and," She had to pause halfway through her sentence when she yawned.

Again, she's completely her father's daughter.

I smirked as I walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked back up at me and I smiled knowingly, knowing I had the parent trump card, as I motioned my eyes toward her bed.

She sighed slightly in defeat as she got up and I pulled her covers down as she climbed in her bed and flopped down. I threw her covers over her as I tucked her in, something I haven't done in a couple years with her.

I kissed her on the forehead before saying, "Night hone." I started to make my way toward the door when I heard, "Night mom." I looked back and saw her smiling a little at me, causing me to immediately smile back as I flicked off her desk lamp and closed her door behind me before walking out.

After that I made my way into Donnie and I's room but the room was completely dark, our bed was still made and looking completely untouched.

I sighed as I walked out of our room and decided to go find, or get, my husband since I have a pretty good hunch of where he is. I walked down to the first floor of the house before making my way to the door leading to the basement stairs.

Well, it is the basement, but it's Donnie's workshop mainly.

Sure, Roz is down there a lot when she's experimenting and dappling with her stuff in her section that Donnie gave her, but the basement is pretty much Donnie's man cave.

I opened the door and heard a 'simmering' sound and slowly started to make my way down the stairs.

I stopped about halfway down to see Donnie sitting at his main desk with his back toward me, looking like he was using a soldering iron on some device. I couldn't see his face but from the huge sweat stain on the back of his shirt that he is in his intense state of focus.

I walked into the room and put my hands on shoulders. He whipped his head to glance over his shoulder, his work goggles over his eyes.

"Oh, what's going on?" He says quickly as he took off his goggles and turned to face me. "Well, you weren't in bed yet." I decide to start, rubbing his shoulders slightly. "Yeah, sorry, I just had a stressful day." He exasperates, sounding extremely stressed out. "What happened this time?" I ask.

Donnie scooted out his chair a little more and smiled at me a little and smiled a little back as I slowly sat on his lap and I waited for him to elaborate. I know the newest intern that's been shadowing Donnie and his co-workers has been pushing them to their limits.

"I seriously want to know how this guy even passed kindergarten. I might as well be giving instructions to a 2 year old, or better yet a pile of raw sewage. I seriously want to find what professors educated him because he seriously knows absolutely nothing. I mean, ugh, Darwin's beard! He put foil in the freaking microwave in the break room today. Who does that?!" He exasperates, looking at his limit with his eyes and jaw clenched tight and looking down, while simultaneously using the his free hand to put his fore finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose.

Honestly, I can comprehend Donnie's pain to some extent.

Okay, it is impossible for anyone to have an absolutely perfect marriage, family, and career situation simultaneously, at least for an extended period of time.

Luckily for Donnie and I though, the marriage and family aspect with us and our girls is almost never the problem, it's usually work.

I mean, Donnie and I don't hate our jobs.

Actually there are many things about being a field reporter that I really love. I like being out and on the move at different locations, meeting people and asking questions to get information for stories and I love it… and then there's everything other than that, like Vernon and Burne.

Alright, I have been working with Verne ever since I graduated from college and I always appreciate the fact that he picks me up everyday in the news van and drives me around to cover my stories, but that's the good part about Vernon. Verne is… okay, you know that person that you don't really like too much who shows up to party and you can talk to and tolerate them just for that night at the party but you would never chose to hang out with them more than you had to?

Well, that's Vernon Fenwick in a nutshell.

Then Burne is my boss and that means what he says goes on what stories I cover 9 out of 10 times, so yeah I think that's all I need to say there.

Now, Donnie, who's loved his job 100% up until this point, has to deal with the stress of practically babysitting interns at work who drive him crazy.

I smiled at him as I put my hand on the side of his face and forced him to look back at me as I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible, "Hey, put it this way, Peter will be gone by New Years when his contract expires." Donnie sighed again as he pulled me a little closer against him and looked up and smiled slightly at me.

"Well, that's true. Anyway, are the girls sleeping, I'm guessing?" He asks, smiling at me still and rubbing his hand on my back, which always feels really nice when he does that.

"Now they all are. I put Edith to bed and then I had to make Roz stop working to go to sleep, sound familiar?" I inquire a little playfully.

I was just teasing him because even all the way back to when we were dating, I always had to make Donnie stop his days on end working episodes in his lab just to make him relax and go to sleep.

Donnie let out a slight laugh before saying, "Well, she is my daughter. What about Marie?"

"Pretty sure she fell asleep while txting Caleb again." I say knowingly with a slight smile. "Does Marie like him, like… you know?" He says.

I smiled a little as I replied, "Donnie, her and Caleb have been friends since we moved into the house and even if they do feel that way about each other, you can't pretend it isn't normal. They're both 13. Don't tell me Raph is starting to rub off on you?" I say jokingly, and that got him to smile slightly and let out a slight laugh before replying, "April, come on, I'm not that paranoid. At least I hope not."

We both laughed a little at that.

As we stopped laughing, I heard Donnie saying, "Actually it isn't about that. It's just… I've been thinking a lot about her future the past couple weeks."

I smiled as I put my hand on the side of his face and said, "Donnie, I know she's our oldest, but even I think it's a little too early to think about that. After all, she's not even in high school yet."

"I know, but… it's just I never hear her saying anything she's really interested as a career and I just don't know. The only things she seems interested in are helping out at Mark's farm next door, doing sketches, and now boys apparently. I saw her and Caleb holding hands yesterday when he came over to walk back with her from the farm. Do you think she's likes him, like that?" Donnie says, looking really deep in thought about it.

Okay, in all actuality, Donnie is actually very logical guy like he's always been, but sometimes my husband can be too logical and observant for his own good.

I know, I'm one to talk since I can overthink things too sometimes, but Donnie seriously takes his thoughts a little too seriously a lot of the time. Especially since he just started overthinking Marie's life in the future when she literally just turned 13 and is still just in seventh grade.

I just shrugged and smiled before saying, deciding to just humor him, "Donnie, who knows? Marie might not want to do something different other than graduating from college. Maybe her idea of what she wants to do after high school will be getting more serious with Caleb and helping him run the farm and just taking some art classes somewhere to pursue her dream as a self employed artist on the side."

"Really? Do you think she might want that with Caleb? I know, April, you probably think I'm crazy, but do you think that might be a possibility in her future for what she'll want?" He says, still sounding very in depth about this conversation.

I glanced away slightly, still feeling kind of funny how much he's reading into my off hand prediction about Marie's future even though that is still pretty far off for her as of now, before I shrugged and replied, "Well, Marie might be happy choosing to be with her best friend… I was."

I smiled as I ran my hand through his hair, making him look up at me. But then it was his turn to catch me by surprise when I felt him put his and on the side of my face as I felt his other hand that was on my back pull me a little closer toward him.

"April, have I made you happy? Really?" He asks, smiling at me with his genuine gap-tooth grin as he brushed his thumb over my cheek. I smiled back as I ran my hand through his hair and replied, still absolutely honestly, "Donnie, I don't know why you think you really need to ask that when you already know the answer."

Donnie just kept smiling and I smiled back before we both leaned in and shared a short but tender kiss between us.

When I was 16, like most people actually, I had no idea what my life was going to be like at this point as an adult. Sure Donnie and I went through a lot of crazy situations together when we were younger, but I think that was what made the bond between us even stronger.

After the Kraang and Shredder and everything else insane that was in between, Donnie was always there and I can't imagine what my life would be like without him. And… it's the same for Donnie when it comes to me.

We just work.

Sure he started as just my best friend, but we just work on every level. I love him as my friend, as my lover, and as my husband.

It's like I said before, I'm one of the lucky ones.

That following weekend

(Mona's POV)

I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee.

As I was waiting, I heard heavy footsteps and eventually saw Raphael walk in front of the arch way and looking like he was going toward the front door. Curious, I quirked up and eyebrow as I made my way over to see what was going on.

My intrigue increased even further as I crossed my arms when I noticed Raph putting on his boots and jacket. "What's going on?" I ask, not knowing he had to go anywhere.

Raph looked up at and walked over to me before answering, "I'm going to Sensei's."

I gave him a confused look as I said, "Oh, were we supposed to visit?" "No, he said just me. He literally just called and told me to come over." Raph said, zipping up his jacket.

"Did he say why?" I ask, now even more confused.

Raph shrugged, looking just as confused as me, before replying, "Beats the hell outta me? It's probably just needing help moving a washing machine into their apartment or something like that and hopefully I'll be back in a couple hours. Bye babe."

He pulled me closer before giving me a quick peck on the lips, obviously looking like he wanted to get the visit with Splinter over with, before walking out the door.

I know, I left it on kind of a cliff hanger. But, there will be a Raphael and Splinter interaction next chapter for you guys. Also, I hope you guys liked how I incorporated the 1987 series gang H.A.V.O.C. in this chapter, even though they met a bit of a gruesome fate for trying to trick Joey Turtelli and his underlings. For those of you who don't know H.A.V.O.C., or Highly Advanced Variety Of Creatures, was a gang of mutants from the later seasons of the 1987 series that I decided to readapt into my story as a normal human street gang. Now myself and a lot of other 1987 usually go by one philosophy with the later seasons of the 1987 series and that is we treat it like fight club, we don't talk about them. It was when the show was going away from it's original character and background and was trying too hard at making themselves edgier. I personally just prefer not to think of that section of the 1987 series. But, I just decided to throw in my adaptation of H.A.V.O.C. just for kicks and to further show how ruthless the Turtelli's really are. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the Apritello section as well. Thank you all so much for reading and please leave a review if you can.

Stay classy everyone!

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