I Don't Own the TMNT

A/N: I hope that everyone had a good holiday! My husband was able to be here the entire holiday season, first time in a long time. Definite plus! In any case I hope that you enjoy this new chapter!

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We were doing this thing. Just the three of us. But while Don had his computer mastery and Splinter was fierce with expert martial arts skill, I needed something more tangible to be useful.

I needed guns.

Getting a legal permit in New York was hard as hell and getting a concealed carry was pretty much impossible. Buying guns illegally, however, was childs play. So first, I needed money. Luckily I had plenty of my own. I lived in ratty apartment after ratty apartment for years and pretty much only spent money on alcohol, coffee and Netflix so I wasn't a big spender. That entire time I was getting disability pay from the military the entire time and months worth of paychecks as a police officer. All in all I had over $20,000 in the bank. The only issue was that, because of my Most Wanted status, my accounts were locked.

Gotta love Donatello.

He had me go to an ATM in a more deserted street in the dead of night with a duffle bag. Linking it up somehow to my account without using a card, and somehow blocking the camera, he emptied out the ATM. I could only stand there with my mouth hanging open as a steady stream of bills flowed into my bag like fucking water. Good God if this guy were human he'd be a damn millionaire. I still had to go to five more fucking ATMs before we decided that we had enough. By that time I was actually sick of seeing money. But our time was limited. Thanks again to his ninja mastery at the computer, he located a place to buy the guns so I had to hoof it if I was going to get there before they scooted away with the morning sun. Let me tell you, that a duffle bag full of cash is fucking heavy. If Don didn't have that sewer vehicle then my shoulder and back would have crumbled away like sand.

So, here I was, at the pier, handling a bag full of my savings which would look like easy pickings for a gangster. I have to be fucking crazy. Getting out of the sewer, hauling that heavy ass thing inch by inch up the damn ladder, I made it to the alley I scoped out the area while I caught my breath. The gun dealers, gang members, were loitering about in a seemingly peaceful manner around a large car and an SUV. One man walked up, and after a few quick words, the trunk of the car opened and I could see the guns inside gleam in the moonlight, a streetlight some distance away also keeping up the illumination. Waiting until he had made a selection, secured the deal, and walked off, I headed towards them, the duffle full of money on one shoulder and two empty ones on the other.

I had opted to go in without a disguise this time. Other than the fact that I hated the fucking thing, I figured that my notariety would help. After all, a slender female making a deal with a group of gangsters in the dead of night with guns everywhere was already dangerous, best that they think of me as a crazed dangerous sociopath so they won't mess with me. I was also carrying a pistol with all of our spare ammunition as backup.

"You sure about this? They're dangerous." No shit Sherlock.

"I'm sure it will turn out alright, Don." Damn I hope so.

"Well...be safe. Mike will kill me if Iet you get hurt." I smiled at that and, squaring my shoulders, approached the men.

I could see them eye me up and down in an obvious manner as I approached. Muscles tensed, I continued undaunted. One of the gangsters, walking a little awkwardly in his sagging pants, met me several yards from the nearest vehicle. "Hey sugar, what a sweet thing like you doing here, at this time of night?"

Glaring at him, I then looked past him at the man leaning against the car. "I want to see what you have."

Just then I could see a look of recognition in the man standing directly in front of me. "H-o-l-y shit! This is the bitch from the news! The one that shot up those people!" He gave me a look of awe and leaned in to get a closer look at my face. Meanwhile, he alread turned my pissed off berometer up to ten. Bitch? Are you fucking serious? I was already tired and cranky, now he was pissing me off more. I shot him a steely eyed glare and he grinned. "I heard that you was gonna shoot up the whole police station next!" What? Who the hell told him that! Instead of refuting the fact, I instead gave him a slight smile. Let him think what he wants, if it will help me. Sure enough, his grinned widened and he slapped his thigh. "Hey Boo! This bitch is for real!"

Holy fuck. My fist tightened. "Call me a bitch one more fucking time and see what happens."

My ear buzzed. Don warned me of something but I was too pissed to hear him.

The men by the cars murrmurred 'oooh!' like little fucking school children. They leaned forward in anticipation. The man in front of me flushed slightly, feeling cocky. Amusement lit his face and he leaned in closer. "You kiss your man with that mouth, bitch? He must be a real pussy. Bitch."

Fuck you. I let go of the duffel. Before it hit the ground, I kicked the feet out of under him, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back before he fell. I could feel his shock and capitalized on it before he tried to overpower me. Shoving his arm forward behind his back at an unnateral angle, he cried out. I waited a second before wrenching it further, earning a squeal from him. From the corner of my eye I could see the others tense but do nothing, so I snarled at him. "My man has brass balls that will knock your fucking teeth out and doesn't give a flying fuck what you say. Don't call me a fucking bitch. Now will you service this paying customer?"

In front of me I heard laughter and a slow, dramatic clap. "Damn Ghost, you just go your ass handed to you! She fucking warned you! Damn!" The other one also burst out laughing. The man got off the hood and grinned a wide grin at me, his teeth flashing in the light. "A celebrity! And a performance! Damn good! Your reputation precedes you! Don't mind the fucking retard. What are you interested in?"

Letting go of Ghost, he stumbled a bit, fell on his face then stood up, struggling to put on a tough posture. This just made the third man laugh so hard that he doubled over. I could feel Ghost's glare before he slunk to the other side of the car. Fuck. I jerked a thumb in his direction. "He going to give me any more trouble?"

Boo, the one in charge, shook his head and said, loudly in the man's direction. "No man, he will stay put." Cringing, Ghost shrunk away. Then he turned to me as I neared the vehicle and he opened it up to show me. I eyed the weapons before me.

Hot fucking damn.

I would hate to think where they all came from, and that I was basically supporting gun trafficking, but if this was the only way to save Mike then so beat it. I set the duffle at my feet with a resounding thud. Instantly I regretted it when I saw his eyes zero in on it instantly. Then his eyes went to me, assessing.

Goddamnit.

As I looked it over he looked at me. "So it true? You gonna shoot up some pigs?" He eyed my full duffle bag again and inched closer to me.

Damnit. Despite me taking down his dumbass he knew what was in the duffle and was getting greedy. I had already picked an array of handguns, a sawed off shotgun, and a rifle, all in good condition. And...holy fuck was that a machine gun? Turning to the man I smiled. Best he think that we had a mutual enemy. "Thinking about it. Or maybe higher."

He raised his eyebrows. "The feds?"

This time there was nothing fake about my smile, since they were the ones that had Mike. He grinned ear to ear. "Glad that I'm going to have a hand in taking down those mother fuckers. You going solo?" He inched closer to me again until I could feel his body heat. I could see his hand flex close to his pocket.

Fuck, was he going to try something? I was essentially between him and the car, fighting woult be difficult at best. Fuck! He made an expectant sound, an answer to his question.

I mulled over how much to tell him then opted for the one that better ensured my safety. Looking towards the nearby rooftops, I smiled. "Nope." Then picked out another gun as if I didn't care what he was clearly doing.

His eyes followed mine, clearly thinking that I had a sniper somewhere. Just then my earpiece buzzed and he was close enough to hear it. "They giving you trouble?"

God bless you Donatello.

Boo's eyes went wide as I touched the earpiece, which of course was an unneccessary move, and smiled. "Going smoothly so far. Keep one in the chamber, just in case. Deal is almost done."

Don was silent for a long second before responding. "Roger. Got both of you in my scope."

Fucking awesome.

Suddenly Boo was on the other side of the trunk. He shot a nervous look at the rooftops, hiding his nervousness with a smile. "That be all?"

Looking at him I nodded, settling the guns in the spare duffles. "Just ammo for all of them. Enough to fill this." I watched and directed how much and of which ones. When they were done, I nudged the duffle of money with my foot. "I know your regular prices. This should cover it. Plus extra."

I watched them snatch it up an look in amazement at the bills crammed in there. Picking up the other two duffles I hoisted them on my shoulders. Holy fucking ass monkey this shit was heavy! My damn shoulders were already screaming! But I only had to make it to the manhole cover.

They immediately noticed my struggle, for all that I tried to hide it. So I touched my ear. "This shit is fucking heavy! You're doing the next deal you bastard. Now cover me so no one gets fresh. Head shots are fine." His face paled.

Raising my hand to the gangsters, I said "Pleasure doing business with you!" And turned my back on them.

That walk to the alley was fucking long. And not just because of the damn weight, but I was expecting a bullett at my back at any second. How the hell do some people do deals with gangsters like this? It's no wonder people are always getting fucking shot.

Once I was out of sight I dropped them on the pavement, opened the cover, and pushed them in. They fell with a resounding thud. Thank fucking God we wouldn't be using all of them, I just picked a variety that would best match whatever plan that we came up with.

I took a deep breath as I climbed down and closed the heavy cover behind me.

Now to make a plan.

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Hurt. Everything hurt. When my muscles spasmed like that, when shocks ran through me...I just hurt all over. Every time I moved I could picture that damn white room with that man, sitting calmly behind the table, not even a facial twitch as he made me scream and cry out. Who watched me cry. He asked me the same questions. I answered with movie quotes and jokes. Then he would flip the switch again.

But I couldn't think about that now. I had to concentrate on getting out. Because I would get out. I had to. I had to save my family. I had to hold Jack again.

The cage I was in was big enough that I could turn around and move, but not so big that I could stand or stretch. I still had these damn shackles on me, only now they were chained to a cuff on my ankle. The cage was high enough off the ground that I would probably by eye level with whoever wanted to peek in. Straw littered the floor, like I was some sort of animal. At least someone was kind enough to put a bucket in the corner.

I still hadn't seen my brothers and it scared me. They were probably doing it so that we couldn't plan or anything, yet I longed to see them. I especially worried about Raph. I know that his reaction will always be. Will they decide that he's too violent? Too much trouble? Did he use his superior strenght to break free and he was shot to keep from hurting anyone?

And Don and Splinter. How were they doing without us? My Jack...was she with them? Or captured like Smith had said? No, she can't be locked in a cage. Not like me. She deserves so much more.

I wish that there was a way to know.

I could feel the weight in my chest, welling up. I tried to tell myself that things could be worse, but the lump in my throat formed anyway. I slammed the back of my head against the cage. Maybe your optimism had run out. Looking on the bright side won't work. There is nothing you can do right now to save yourself, your family or the woman you love. If they are safe, they will risk their lives and safety to rescue my sorry ass. Again I'm putting them in danger. I'm just a useless stinking pile of-

"Captain America."

Blinking out of my own hateful inner monologue I looked out the thin steel bars of the cage. I saw black hair and a shoulder barely peeking out the side, someone leaning against the wall by my cage. I didn't immediately say anything, wanting to see what happened. Then the figure turned around, coming in full view to me and I immediately recognized the agent who was with me when I was tortured. The one who laughed, who looked sick at my words, and looked away when the switch was flipped. Right now his eyes were swimming with unshed tears. "I always loved Captain America. And for all he stood for. And..."

Then he blinked hard, trying to hold everything back and compose himself. It felt ridiculous, I was stolen, separated from my family, tortured, caged and shackled, yet... "It's alright, dude."

He shook his head and looked up to the ceiling to blink away the unshed tears. "My son just turned two. I want him to be proud of me. Of what his father does."

I shifted and my body screamed, slamming my conciousness back to that white room where, yes he looked upset and looked away, but he still just stood there and let it happen.

But I couldn't screw this up.

Sighing, I moved in a way that would make the chains confining me clink together loudly, remind him of my position. "You just have to do your best, right? If you're happy with what you do and proud of it, then he will be too."

He paled at the words, but something told me that I couldn't push it too far yet. Instead I turned to him. "Can you tell me how my brothers are?" He was so lost in his own thoughts about his own dilemma that at first he just gave me a blank look. I held on to my frustration, biting it back. I smiled at him, letting the weariness show through. "One was probably either silent or giving you a noble lecture, the other one was likely muzzled?"

The look on his face told me that I was right in my assumption about Raph. "They are good. No one is hurt." Except for torture. But otherwise fine! I felt a weight in my chest lift at the news. Leaning my head against the wall of my cage I smiled. "I hope that I can see them again soon." I peeked at him.

Looking away the man shrugged. Again, I tamped down the spike in frustration. "What's your name?"

He looked startled at the question and then suddenly looked around him furtively as if someone was sneaking up on him. "Um...my name is Rhedd." Looking down he started twisting his fingers together nervously.

Again I shifted, my leg cramping in the small, limited space. He watched intently so I kept my movements slow, letting the pain in my muscles show. Giving him a tired smile I asked "Are you doing ok Rhedd?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and then ground the heels of his hands to his temples. "How can you ask that? Look at where you are! And I..." He made a strangled sound. The next words came out in a hoarse whisper. "This isn't what I thought it would be."

Looking at him I couldn't think of the right words to say, not sure what would push him too far or the wrong way. Instead I looked at him. "I like Captain America too. The movies were awesome. I like how in the first one he was so desperate to join the war too help people. But he always does that, right? Try to help those in need."

Rhedd gave me an odd sort of laugh. "Yeah. He always does the right thing."

He stood there for a long second before, abruptly, he turned and zipped away.

I listened to his receeding footsteps in the hallway hoping, praying, that this seed I planted in him would sprout.

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A/N: Can you really do that to an ATM? No clue, but I know that it can be hacked and it seemed like a very Donnie thing to do. I have lived in neighborhoods where you see drug deals and gun trafficking (half the military bases I was stationed at were surrounded by crime) and they go down all sorts of ways, this is just one of them. As for the rest of it, hope that you enjoyed it! Remember if you read it, review it! They are such an inspiration!