"It wasn't your fault."

"I shoulda been there," Spike mutters.

"You might have risked Casey knowing about them," April reasons. "You can't blame yourself."

Spike rubs her forehead. "Yeah, I guess."

"Spike….are you okay?"

"Why are you always asking me that?! Of course I'm okay!" Spike exclaims. "I'm fine! Unhurt!"

April frowns. "You don't seem like it."

"I am," Spike growls. "Stop asking."

"Okay," April says softly.

~Trouble Strikes Again~

Journal

Had to spend an awkward evening with April and Casey flirting. And you can't tell me Casey wasn't trying.

"Candles do make things a little more romantic, wouldn't you say?"

That jerk.

I wouldn't be so concerned if April didn't appear to enjoy it. I'd rather she wound up with ANYBODY else.

Heck, even Mikey.

Actually, no. Mikey's lost interest in April and has found a new focus for his affections. Irma.

Fine.

So I'd rather her with Donnie.

Casey may look like he's gotten better, but he's good at subtly slamming me.

Believe me, April should see it soon.

~Trouble Strikes Again~

"Watcha drawin'?" Michelangelo flops on the couch next to Spike, jostling her slightly.

"My old room," she answers. She frowns and erases a line. "I'm trying to remember it."

"Blue walls," Michelangelo points. "Not pink?"

"No." Spike's nose wrinkles up. "I hate pink."

"Your parents knew that when you were a baby?"

"They figured blue was a nice color," Spike shrugs. She outlines a bookcase.

"Sorry for killing your legs," Michelangelo says quietly.

"No pain no gain, so they say." Spike raises a hand to grasp at her hair and sighs. "Keep forgettin' it's short."

"Do you miss your hair?" Michelangelo asks.

Spike stops and taps her chin with her pencil. "You know, I'm not sure. My hair was my favorite physical feature, I guess, but it's still there, just shorter. Sometimes I miss it long, but it's more practical this way." She starts adding the details to the bookcase.

Michelangelo shrugs. "When's your birthday?"

Spike glances up. "August fifteenth. Why?"

"I was just wondering. Because April says hers is in April." He chuckles. "That's funny."

Spike hums vaguely, erasing a smudge of lead. "I guess."

Leonardo appears in front of her. "Ready for a mission?"

Spike stands quickly. "Sure. What's the situation?"

"We're picking up odd information. An apartment complex on the outskirts of town. C'mon."

Spike nods and pulls a jacket on. "Let's go."

~Trouble Strikes Again~

Donatello squints over the building. "Nothing yet."

"Are you sure this is the right building?" April asks.

Donatello gives her a slightly hurt look. "Of course I am."

April pats his arm. "Sorry. I'm not doubting you, I'm wondering if they moved or made it look like they're here."

"Do we even know what 'they' are? Kraang or Foot?" Spike crosses her arms. "There's too much of both in this city."

Donatello frowns and pulls his binoculars out. He raises them to his eyes and stares across the street.

He points. "There's someone over there!"

Leonardo nods. "Right. Capture and interrogate."

"I'll go." Raphael steps to the edge of the building.

"Me too," Spike declares.

"Why two?" Donatello glances at them.

Spike and Michelangelo exchange glances. "It went well last time."