Mike grinned.

The pickpocket was singing. He could hear here in the small room, even through the door. He had been reading an X-men comic book, and the sound didn't even register right away. But then her voice came to him, and he lowered the comic and sat up on the sofa.

"Giant steps are what you take

Walking on the moon

I hope my legs don't break

Walking on the moon

We could walk forever

Walking on the moon

We could live together

Walking on,

walking on the moon."

He grinned a little bit. He had always had weird musical tastes and he knew this one. And old Police song "Walking on the Moon." Honestly he hadn't heard it in so long he almost didn't know what it was right away, he had to really listen.

"Walking back from your house

Walking on the moon

Walking back from your house

Walking on the moon."

Mike got up, put the comic book down, and walked to the door. He stood listening for a long moment and then began to sing himself, in a surprisingly good tenor.

"Feet they hardly touch the ground

Walking on the moon

My feet don't hardly make no sound

Walking on, walking on the moon"

There was a moment of silence and then the girl's voice sang again, and he could hear the smile in it. She was almost laughing as she sang.

"Some may say

I'm wishing my days away

No way And if it's the price I pay."

And then they were both singing, their voices mixing through the wood of the door. Mike was grinning and her voice still held that laughing quality to it. They sang, soft but full of warmth he had not been expecting when he started. It had been mostly a joke at first.

"Giant steps are what you take

Walking on the moon

I hope my legs don't break

Walking on the moon

We could walk forever

Walking on the moon

We could be together

Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say

I'm wishing my days away

No way

And if it's the price I pay

Some say

Tomorrow's another day

You stay

I may as well play."

Their voices faded and there was silence again for a long moment. Then the girl spoke in a low pleasant voice "Well? Are you going to come in? I don't like singing with someone I can't see."

He put his hand on the door and she said "Hey, bring food with ya. I'm starving man!"

"Ok." Mike returned "Hold on a second; I'll get some soup."

"Soups good. Bread too if ya have it." She called back.

Mike made it into the kitchen before Raph spoke from the table "What the hell are ya doin' ?"

Mike began to rummage for a can of cambells. "Getting her food."

"That's not what I mean. What's with the singing?"

"It was a joke Raph. A little bit of fun."

Raph frowned hard "She aint your friend Mikey. Don't go forgettin;' that. She's our enemy. Just because we treat her good don't make that different. She aint your friend."

"I know" Mike said, dumping a can of chicken and stars into the bowl and setting the microwave.

"Do ya?"

"Yes"

"Cuz she'll hurt ya. She's got sneak thief written all over her. Don't let her get to ya." He touched his brother's arm "I don't wanna see you hurt."

"I'm ok" Mike said looking at him "Thanks."