Gonzalez had gone home early that day, August 3, because he and his wife had early dinner plans. He switched off his phone, which he sometimes did when he wasn't on duty and joined his wife in the kitchen for a drink, unaware that Brennan was free and about to carry out his revenge. He hated turning off his phone, but his wife, Marisol, complained that while she understood he was a cop and that he had a job to do, she also needed his attention and she hadn't spent time with him in weeks. Neither had their son, Emilio, who was due home any minute from football practice.

Gonzalez was immensely proud of Emilio, who was the star quarter back on the football team, who was an honor student and who also helped out at a homeless center every chance he got. He was a smart, caring, boy who had a very bright future ahead of him. Emilio planned on following in his dad's footsteps and while that warmed Gonzalez's heart, he hoped the boy would change his mind and follow a less dangerous path, like maybe becoming a chef. Being a cop was rewarding, but it was tough on the policemen's families, who never knew if they'd survive their shifts.

All the stress of her husband's work had taken its toll on Marisol, who'd gone gray at thirty-five, although she was still an extremely attractive woman at fifty, with no wrinkles and looked younger than her years.

Emilio arrived home and said, "Hey, Mom. Hi, Dad."
"Hey, hon," Marisol said. "How was practice?"
"Fantastic. What's for dinner?"

"Always so hungry," Gonzalez said fondly and ruffled his son's hair. "Your Mom and I thought we could all grab a bite at the new place, the French Bistro, Emilio."
"That sounds wonderful. I'll take a quick a shower."

"Good," Marisol said. "The reservation's for six."

The home phone rang and Marisol sighed. "Don't get it, Joaquin," she said. "You promised you wouldn't answer any calls."
"It could be work."
"Exactly. They can do without you for one evening, babe. Please. We haven't spent time as a family in ages and I miss it."
"All right, but I'm turning my phone on tomorrow morning."
"Fine, fine," Marisol said and handed him a glass of red wine.

The family left at five p.m. and drove to the French Bistro.

XXXX

Brennan and Hector arrived at the Gonzalez residence at six p.m, armed with machine guns. They glanced around, checking that no one was watching them, picked the back door lock, went inside and had beers and chicken sandwiches, while they waited for the family to come home. It was strange that Gonzalez didn't have a security system, but it made it easier for what the villains had in mind. Blood, gore and revenge.

XXXX

Gonzalez and his family arrived home a little after eight, having stopped for ice cream. He spoke to a neighbor, who invited him and his family over for beers.

Marisol had declined, saying that she was tired and Emilio said he had a test to study for. They went home, unaware of the danger lurking in their home.

XXXXX

"Howdy!" Brennan said, as Marisol and her son stepped inside the house.

Marisol froze and screamed, when she saw them, her heart racing, as Emilio attempted to escape, his hand upon the door handle, but both were quickly mowed down by Brennan in their tracks, their blood staining the pine floors crimson.

Marisol and her son lay gargling on the floor, as blood gushed out of the large wounds in their stomachs, fear, misery and agony etched on their faces.

"W-why?" Marisol asked, as she looked up into Brennan's malevolent features and his stone cold stare.
"Ask your husband," Brennan said icily and shot them both in their faces.

Marisol and Emilio's eyes rolled back in their heads and their bodies shuddered a final time. Then there was nothing. Just stillness and the metallic aroma of blood permeating the room.

"Job done," Brennan said and smirked. "Well, almost."

The door opened and a panic stricken Gonzalez entered, his gun ready. He'd heard screams, had told his neighbor to call the cops and had come to investigate.

Gonzalez saw the two men and aimed his gun, but Brennan was quicker and shot him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground, where he now lay beside his fallen wife and son.

"This is for you, you bastard!" Brennan yelled, watching, as the cop moaned in anguish, his eyes wide, blood already forming a pool beneath him. "I swore I'd get vengeance and I have. First your family and now you! Then I'll get Raphael and my uncle!"

Gonzalez opened his mouth to speak, but he never managed to talk, because Brennan fired another shot into his chest, sending him into unconsciousness.

Brennan smirked at his handiwork, kicked the cop in the side and he and Hector beat a speedy retreat, leaving the same way they'd come, knowing that it was a matter of minutes before the police would arrive.

XXXX

Donnie was in his lab, when he received new e-mail just after ten p.m. on August 3. He clicked it open and saw that he had a message from Grant Fisher, the District Attorney, asking him to call him. There was a phone message and Fisher said it was urgent.

Donnie dialed the number and said, "Mr. Fisher, it's Donatello. Is this line tapped? I don't want anyone tracing this number."
"It's secure. I'm sorry to contact you so late, but there's…." Fisher's voice cracked and he said sadly, "Detective Gonzalez was off duty earlier this evening and he and his family were shot. His wife, Marisol and son, Emilio, died on the scene. He was shot twice in the chest and is in critical condition at Mount Sinai Hospital. Doctors fear the worst. That's not all. I've been fielding all calls all day and I was only able to contact you now to let you know that Brennan Worthington escaped earlier today. The police are searching for him and he is suspected of being behind tonight's shooting. Your family is in grave danger, Donatello. How secure is your security?"
"Top notch, but….You should have contacted me earlier!"
"I tried, but…Look, if you can keep your family safe for an hour, I'll have a team assembled by then and we can move you to a safe house."
"My brother's in no condition to move and no one can know about where we stay.. We'll be…"
"Donatello, I understand you're concerned about your family's welfare, but you have to trust me. I promise you me and my team will take the best care of your family. Let me talk to Leo."
"No. I'll tell Leo," Donnie said and swallowed hard. He didn't much care for humans either, other than April and Casey and now he had to trust them with all of their lives, including the babies. If he didn't, Brennan could appear any moment and if he did, what if the humans betrayed them and sent them to labs or something? They'd be alive at least. Fuck.

"Donatello?" Fisher pressed.
"All right. Bring your team to…."

Donnie told him where the lair was and then disconnected the call. He hadn't liked doing it, but he knew he had no choice.

Donnie told Mikey and Splinter about the call. Then he went to Leo and Raphael's room.

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"Hey," Donnie said from outside the bedroom. "I know it's late, but we need to talk, guys."
"What 'bout?" Raphael said sleepily. "It's unlocked, Don. Ya can come in."

The intruder alarm suddenly went off, a sign that someone was nearing their lair.

"Fuck!" Donnie shouted and locked the door. "Stay here, okay? Don't move. Leo. Go to the bathroom and lock the door. Take Raph in his chair and stay there. Don't come out, whatever you do."
"What's goin' on, Donnie?" Raphael asked worriedly.
"I think Brennan's here, Raph. Do as I say."
"Huh?" Raphael said and looked fearfully at Leo, his golden eyes wide "How, Leo? How could he escape?"

"I don't know, angel," Leo said. "But I won't let anything happen to you, I swear, Raphie. I'll protect you."

Leo didn't question Donnie. He knew he had to do what the genius said. He said a prayer for his family, helped Raphael into his chair and wheeled him to the bathroom.

"Whatever happens, Raph, know I love you," Leo said. "I'll always love you."
"I understand. Ya need ta hep the family. Go. They need ya. The babies need ya. I'll love ya forever, Leo. Aishiteru."
"Aishiteru," Leo said and tenderly kissed his beak, as they both shed tears, knowing this could be their last moment together.

Leo barricaded the bathroom door, picked the bedroom door open, locked it again, so that Raphael was double locked in and went to join his family, hoping he wasn't too late to save them if Brennan had infiltrated their home.

A/N Is it Brennan?