Hello my lovely peoples! I apologize for the delay in updates, but work is a pain in the shell, and as the holidays approach, it becomes more of a pain. Sometimes I wish I had some smoke bombs, so I could throw them and escape when my manager is giving me a hard time... just be able to 'poof!' and be gone. . .

Yeah, that would be nice.

A extra big hug to my S.H.O.T.S sisters! Thank you for keeping me semi-sane as the stress go's up!

S.H.O.T.S

The Sister Hood Of The Shell

Established January 23, 2013

'Normal is just a setting on your washing machine.'


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What a difference a few moments made... The last echo's of Michelangelo's brash but passionate declaration had just died as the door to the roof opened again, allowing three terrapin figures to exit. The bugging devices in the dojo and living room where on, recording and transmitting like a charm. Don smiled to himself warily. He'd been exceptionally careful in hiding them this time... the last thing he wanted was to record pigeon sounds...

That still pissed him off... not that he would ever admit it.

Raph had been all for waiting around and grabbing Mikey the minute he came through the door, but Don knew better. No person that invested in that kind of security system was going to miss the fact that it had been successfully hacked. And if they left, there was no telling how long it could be before they found them again.

Don sat on the roof as his brothers stood watch, and put the alarm back together.

Casey Jones had intended to go down and see the guys sometime in the last 24 hours, but weird stuff like sleep and being interrogated by his Mom about his 'date' had prevented him from going anywhere. Tonight though, he had plans:

1) Go bash in some purple-dragon punks.

2) Call up Raph and see if he wanted to bash in some more purple-dragon punks.

3) Go down and see if the guys'd had any luck getting a lead on Mikey.

He hoped they had. He was one of the first people to get aggravated by the baby of the family, but at the same time, he didn't like the idea of him getting hurt. Not to mention that Mikester shared his love of video games in a way that Raph never would.

He laughed to himself. Mikey could go from goof-ball to all business to needing ADHD meds in a matter of seconds. It varied between funny, annoying as hell, and downright scary.

He skated down another side street not to far from the park as a digital clock in a shop window flashed that it was almost 5 am. Suddenly, he heard the tell-tale sounds of a fight. In a flash, he'd spun around and headed towards the sounds. He took a corner sharply, and then could only stare.

Michelangelo gave his nun-chucks on last twirl as they looked around at the unconscious bodies laying on the cold sidewalk. He looked healthy enough, untill he turned and Casey saw the long, ugly scar decorating his side.

"Man, you can find anything just lying around in New York!" Mikey joked at a girl dressed in black.

Her back was to him, but at his words, she shot a look over her shoulder. Her mouth said nothing, but her violet eyes laughed at the remark. Her nose wrinkled, and then she smiled. "You definitely know how to show a girl a good time Mike."

"Well, I have it on good authority that beating up bad guys is a sure-fire way to impress a girl." He replied impishly. "But it's sooo much better if the girl's next to you in the fight."

Phoenix opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes widened, looking over Mike's shoulder.

'MIKE!' her mind shouted into his, 'We've got an audience! Let's move before we end up on you-tube!' She took off up the near-bye fire escape.

Mikey didn't even check for said audience, he trusted and followed her.

Jones wasn't sure what had just happened. Neither of the two had spoken, and Mikey hadn't even looked in his direction. Something beyond weird was going on. Casey pulled out his T-phone, and hit his #1 on speed dial.

"Raph?... Yeah, it's Casey... uh huh. I just saw something... I thought you should know about..."

Phoenix and Mikey made it back to her apartment as the city began to come to life.

"GOD." She let out a breath as they both collapsed in the Lani near the pool. "Ok, new rule: We need to be back here before 5. There are too many 'normal' people," she air-quoted " awake after that. Not that the guy who saw us looked normal."

Mikey had dropped onto his shell making a face. "As long as he didn't get incriminating photos of us defending the innocent I think we're ok." He pushed himself up on his elbows and gave a worried look. "He didn't have a phone out or anything, did he?"

"No... I didn't see one." She shook her head. "And he didn't run away screaming, so maybe he was to tired or drunk to realize that the giant turtle and the ninja girl where real." She pushed to her feet and offered her hand to him.

He let her pull him to his feet in an exaggerated motion, and yawned. "Don't tell me, meditation, shower, sleep. Yes?"

"You know me far to well, Takara." She smiled.

"What dose that mean?" He walked with her towards the dojo. "You've called me that twice."

"Oh... Um," She couldn't help it, she blushed. "It means... It's Japanese. It means 'My Treasure'." She was red at that point, refusing to look him in the face.

Mike stopped her before she opened the dojo, and cupped her face in his hands. "That's the best nick-name I've ever had. And that includes 'Mike'," He smiled. "That mean I can call you 'Imsadi' if I want to, huh?"

She looked up. "I don't know the language. What dose it mean?"

"It's Bediziod. It means 'Beloved'." He took in her confused look. "What? Leo's not the only turtle that watches 'Space Heros'."

"Imsadi, huh?" She leaned in to his arms that had come up around her. "I like that.

"Yeah?" Mikey smiled back, and touched his mouth to hers lightly.

"But don't think that means I'm going to take it easy on you later sparring." She teased as they walked into the dojo, oblivious to the fact that they where being recorded. "In here, it's 100% business as usual, ok?"

Mikey gave a little sad-puppy pout, but then nodded, and held up a hand before she could continue. "Meditation, shower, sleep. I know."

At the lair, Raphael threw his shell-cell into the wall, watching it shatter.