Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this. I'd be making new episodes. OK, end rant. Heh.

Leonardo woke with a start. Sunlight was coming in through the window and blinding him. He got up, and shut the window. He peeked into April's room. April was still sleeping soundly. Raphael was snoring away on the floor in front of her bed. Master Splinter and Donatello were asleep in their rooms as well. Garron was nowhere to be seen, a habit that seemed to be developing with him.

Leo smiled. He or Master Splinter were always the first ones up. He had always loved early mornings, even when he was young, according to Splinter.

Leo walked into the kitchen. From there he had a limited view of the couch, but he could tell Michelangelo wasn't on it. He frowned. He hadn't seen Mikey in the room they shared this morning, he just assumed Mikey had opted to stay on the couch.

Leo shrugged and proceeded to make himself a cup of tea. It wasn't unlike Mikey to go for an early morning walk sometimes.

Cup in hand, Leo walked into the living room, and promptly dropped his tea.

"MIKEY!"

Mikey was facedown on the ground, unconscious. Leo rolled him over onto his back and checked to make sure he was still breathing.

Leo heard a noise behind him. It was Donatello, coming bleary eyed out of his room.

"Hey Leo, what's- oh my god." Don hurried over to Leo and knelt beside Mikey. "Is he still breathing?"

Leo nodded. "I checked all the vital things already. But...I can't figure out what made him lose consciousness. Food poisoning?"

Don shook his head. "No...." he lifted Mikey's arms and looked at them. "When people have food poisoning they often get big red abrasions, and he doesn't have those, and they vomit." He searched around the couch and the floor. "There's no traces of vomit either. I think someone knocked him out. Look." He lifted Mikey's head. There was a huge bump where he had hit his head when he fell.

Leo frowned. "Why? There was no reason to knock him out, we don't have anything of value..."

Don's head shot up. "Leo...my research on the stones...is it still on the coffee table?"

Leo got up and searched on the coffee table, under the table, and even under the couch. "It's not here." He said grimly.

Don sighed. "Well, we won't know for sure who it was until Mikey wakes up, but I have a feeling I know who it was."

Leo looked at his brother. "So do I."

Don scratched his head. "We can't do much until he wakes up, but help me get him back on the couch."

Donnie put his hands under Mikey's shell, and Leo grabbed his legs. Together they lifted their brother onto the couch.

An hour later, everyone in the apartment was up, and the situation had been explained to them by Donatello.

Raphael was stomping around the living room. "When I catch the guy who did this to Mikey and stole Don's research, he's going to be sorry he was ever born! Argh!"

April winced. "Raph, I know you're upset about Mikey, but there are people downstairs...your stomping is going to disturb them.."

Raph stopped. "Sorry April..." he began to throw himself on the couch, remembered Mikey was there, caught himself, and fell on his butt onto the floor.

Suddenly a moaning noise came from Mikey. Don, Leo and Raph were by his side in an instant. Master Splinter knew what was coming. He hurried to where his son's head was resting and gently pulled back his orange bandanna tails.

Sure enough, Mikey leaned over the side of the couch and vomited.

April wrinkled her nose. "Gross Michelangelo."

Mikey groaned and tried to sit up. Donatello gently pushed him back down. "Stay there Mikey." He said gently.

Mikey obliged, and stared at everyone from his place on the couch. Leo appeared with a glass of water and handed it to Mikey. "Here. It will make the vomit taste go away." Mikey drank it willingly.

Mikey rubbed his head. "Ugh...what happened?" The brothers looked at each other.

Master Splinter stepped forward. "We were hoping you could tell us, my son."

Mikey closed his eyes. "Umm...oh yeah!" Everyone leaned forward eagerly. "I saw Garron grab Donnie's research, and I asked him where he was going with it, then he whipped out this...this silver thing on a chain, and I saw purple. Then I guess I passed out."

Raphael slammed a fist into the wall. "Garron! I shoulda known he was workin' for the Shredder!"

Leo sighed. "And we told him everything. Who knows what he might of heard when he was Mikey's cat."

Donatello came forward with one of his gadgets. "I planted a turtle tracker on him-"

"Who do you not plant a tracker on Donnie?" Raph interrupted irritably.

"So we can track him down," Donnie continued smoothly.

Half and hour later, the turtles appeared on top of an abandoned warehouse.

"Why is it always warehouses?" Mikey complained. "Why not an abandoned restaurant, or an abandoned disco club."

Leonardo gave a warning jerk on his brother's bandanna tails. "Quiet Mikey, we don't want to let him know we're here."

"But he can read minds, remember?" Donatello put in.

"Maybe he's sleeping?"

"Michelangelo. You are an idiot."

"Be nice Raphy."

"Yes, I would be nice to your brother, Raphael, since this is the last time you will ever see him!" boomed a voice from behind them.

All four turtles whipped around. Garron was standing in front of them, surrounded by Foot ninjas.

"Foot, attack!" he ordered, in a voice not quite his own.

"This is not the way you treat people who are recovering from concussions!" Mikey yelled, as he pulled out his nunchucks. He and his brothers backed away slowly from the advancing sea of black.

I hope I don't die today....I didn't finish all the pizza!

A/N: Hi everyone. I just wanted to say that there are still ALOT of openings on my TMNT role-play site, considering there are only three members, and only two of them are turtles. You can even make your own character! If you are interested, click on my user name and click on my 'homepage' link. REVIEW!!