A/N: Hey everybody. Yes, an update all ready. The thing is, is that I want to post the first chapter of the sequel to this fiction up on Christmas day or before that, so i don't have that much time. This fiction is all ready done and I have all the chapters done. I will update very often now, so I can get the chapter done. I hope you guys will still review with each chapter, I would relally appreciate it. Thanks. And here is the next chapter in this fiction.

Chapter Seventeen: Why?

Donatello nodded over at Amity as she lowered a new prototype microphone down a floor ventilation system. He kept motioning her to lower it more and then abruptly stopped. She froze and waited for him to give her a 'go ahead' or 'pull back.' He gave her a thumb up and she tied off the wire holding the microphone in place.

"I'm getting a conversation between your old friend and another person," Donatello stood still and listened.

"I told you an air vent in the floor was a big tip off," Amity smiled and put on the other pair of earphones to listen in. She heard a couple of men laughing and looked at Donatello, "Did I miss a joke or something?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. It wasn't that entertaining," he smiled and looked into the screen of his laptop, "I still have no visual on the heat signatures. If there is audio there should be some kind of visual, right?"

"Here, let me see it," he pushed the laptop toward her and she looked at the screen. She let a small smile play at her lips and began typing like mad on the computer. Soon the screen came to life with four figures in the room and what looked like a small signature just in the upper corner of the screen, "Bingo."

"How'd you-?" he looked at the screen.

"They don't call me the brain for nothing," she smiled, "I see four dark red figures down on the floor and a lower heat signature in what looks like the top corner of the room."

"It must be Leo in the ventilation system."

"But where is Delaney? The other figure is set off from the other three. They don't know that there is a fourth person in there with them."

"They've stopped talking with one another," Donatello watched the two figures walk into the other room, blotching out their heat signals. Then there was a slight noise from the corner and then main figure began to walk toward the separated figure.

From the side of them Raphael and Callista found them by the wall.

"Hey guys. It looks like most of the action is upstairs," Raphael said looking around them.

"You mean down stairs," Amity nodded at the screen and Callista watched as a red blimp began to close in on another red blimp.

"What the Hell?" she asked.

"Shh!" both Amity and Donatello strained to listen and held out their hands to stop her from talking. They listened quietly hoping to pick up something to tell them what was happening. All at once they heard a type of creaking noise as if wood planks were being walked on or being leaned on. A shuddering breath and then one word.

"Delaney?"

"Oh crap…" Amity looked at Callista, "He found Delaney."

"Shit!" Callista hit a nearby box, "We gotta do something!"

"Raph, let's go. Leo told us that the staircase he found was upstairs, right?"

"Yeah."

"All right, you two stay here and monitor the situation. We'll help Delaney."

"What? I have to stay?"

"Why do you have to make things more difficult?" Raphael sighed.

"There is no way in hell that I-" Callista was suddenly cut off and pulled back by an unseen person.

"Get back!" A young man held her hands behind her back with one hand while the other held a jagged knife to her throat, "I said get back or I will kill her."

Raphael growled and stepped back, squeezing his fists hard, "You got no clue who you're dealing with, buddy."

"Neither do you," he looked around where a few more ninjas came from the shadows.

"Man, these guys are good, "Donatello stood next to Amity.

"Yeah, but they are about ready to become dead," Raphael punched his fist into his other hand.

The guy took a tighter hold on Callista and made her squint and take in some air.

"Would it kill you to loosen up?" Callista sneered.

"Shut up, bitch!" he hissed.

"Hey! I'm the only one that can call her anything that can be considered an insult!" Raphael tried to step forward, but was held back by Donatello.

"You shut up too, freak!"

"And no one calls him a freak!" she stomped the heel of her foot onto the instep of the guy holding her, loosening his grip. She quickly broke free from the guy and kneed him in the chest and crushing her knee into his face. She made it over to Raphael who had a surprised face, "Delaney isn't the only one that learned self-defense. And she didn't learn it all from her dad."

"You okay?" Raphael smirked at her and put and hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled and nudged him in the side, "You growing soft on me, x-ray brain?"

"Not at all, yak breath," he put a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

"Uh, if you guys don't mind…" Donatello held his bo-staff in his hands, "It looks like you get to say 'hi' after all, Raph."

"Good," he spun his sais, making sure that Callista was safe behind him, "Just the way I like it. Time to meet metal, boys."

Delaney stood up slowly with her back to Yukio. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing still deep. She took a quick look at the tubing where Leonardo shook his head in disbelief of the situation. In deed, the steak out went very, very wrong. With another deep breath she turned toward Yukio. A man that was once her friend. The man who killed her father and knew about her mother's fate. And in both instances, did nothing to prevent or stop them.

"God, where have you been? The department has been looking all over New York for you," he smiled and held out his hand. It was strange to see him smile. It was as if none of this had ever happened and that she was back at the station house talking and joking about how they were going to run off. She looked at his hand and walked out from behind the crates by herself. He dropped his hand to his side as soon as she was in view.

"I've been hiding from the people who killed my parents," Delaney said strongly.

"I don't blame you. Those scenes were very nasty."

'He doesn't know that I know he killed him,' she realized and watched his movements closely, "Yeah, I know. What happened?"

"What?" he took a step toward her. She tried to look relaxed and took a side step as if she was looking over the building. Unconsciously she began to squeeze her hand tighter around her father's tie around her right hand.

"The night my dad died," she said keeping her eyes on him, "The night he was killed. What happened?"

"You don't need to know the details, Delaney. It was-"

"Very bad. Horrific. And Inhumane. I know, I've seen the photos. My dad on the floor right next to his desk, the legs of his favorite chair right beside his feet. A single bullet shot to the head and bruises and cuts in the shape of a symbol I had never noticed before. My mother, sharing the same cuts and bruises. Minus the head shot."

"How did you get the photos?"

"What kind of detective would I be if I let others know where I got my information? I have my ways. Now I want to know…" she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes piercing deep into his own, "…exactly what happened after you told me to run."

"All right. If you really need to know… The glass on the door brushed open and I began to shoot into the room. Some of them dodged the bullets and crushed through the door. They hit me to the floor and followed me. Beat me pretty well and knocked me out. Last thing I saw were some of them running out the front door… going after you."

"Yeah, the phone wasn't working," she cocked her head to the side.

"Was when I was sitting there… that's strange. It's never done that before," he looked as if he was truly baffled by the fact. He was a very good actor.

'He would do well in Shakespeare,' Delaney thought to herself bitterly and looked him over, "Just as strange as you healing so fast."

"It has been two and a half months since it happened, Delaney," he laughed softly.

"True, it's funny how fast time goes when you're on the run for your life."

"You could have come back to the department. We could have protected you from what you thought was after you. I could have protected you."

"Believe it or not," Delaney smiled, "I think there was a mole in the department. I didn't feel safe."

"Really?" she nodded her head, "Who…uh, did you have in mind?"

"Don't know," she shrugged her shoulders and let out a huff of air, "I really have no idea."

"Who ever it is, I would personally beat them senseless if you asked me to," he smiled trying to put her back in ease.

"Right," she turned from him trying to picture him beating himself up. She looked up at the tubing where not only Leonardo was watching, but both Eros and Michelangelo were both there. Leonardo who had jumped back to the original side was holding Michelangelo back. The fear finally sunk in for Delaney. She had just turned her back to the man who killed her father, and the man that has probably sworn to kill her as well.

"What does she think she is doing?" Michelangelo looked down at Yukio walking around her, "He'll kill her!"

"He doesn't know that she knows about the murders," Leonardo pushed him back, "But if she continues down the road of conversation she's on, he won't think that for long."

"How did she get down there in the first place?" Eros piped up watching her friend fearfully.

"That's my fault," Leonardo dropped his head, "I thought she could make the jump. She couldn't get back up in time."

"I thought you said you were watching her!" Michelangelo whispered to him. He looked back down at her and locked eyes until she lowered hers to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mikey."

"Are you all right, Delaney? Those look like some pretty bad cuts," Yukio put a hand on her shoulder. She quickly jumped from his touch, "Are- are you afraid of me?"

"You tell me… should I be?" she asked taking steps back from him.

"What are you talking about? I'm your friend."

"Being my friend and pretending to be my friend are two completely different things. Why weren't you in the reports? If you were there- like I knew you were- you would have been in the reports and questioned. You would have been in the reports, even if you were injured."

"They were misfiled," he shrugged, "Mis-documented. Now come on, Delaney. You're being ridiculous."

"What are you doing here?" she squinted at him, taking another step back.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her, "I'm investigating the factory. Reports have been made."

"And you just so happen to have the same Japanese symbol of the same factory cut into your wrist?" he voice deadpanned, "Just how much money did your daddy promise his little boy to kill a detective and his family who just happened to get in the way?"

A smile slowly began to grow on his face and low chuckles began to come from his throat. He turned to her and began to circle once again, "Very good, Delaney. I knew you were smart, but I would have never guessed that you would succeed in where your father failed."

"My father didn't fail. He scared you didn't he?"

Yukio nodded, "Yeah he did. You are going to become a great detective. If that in fact, is what you still want to become."

"I try my best," she whispered.

"You found it out. I'm very impressed," he began to laugh again, the man she once called a friend was gone, "I am the mole you seek."

"And you killed my dad," she spat.

"I didn't want to, believe me," he looked at her and then scoffed at his own suggestion, "Like you would believe the man who killed your father."

"At least you have that much of a brain."

"If you can't believe anything else, believe that I would have never hurt you."

She lightly chuckled in spite of the fear growing inside her, "Well, you failed that when you killed my father for money."

"I didn't kill your father for money," he stopped behind her and whispered in her ear, "I killed him for you."

"What the hell are you trying to do? Blame this all on me?" she stepped away from him.

"My father made me a deal. If I killed your father when he got too close to the truth, I would be able to keep you alive."

"You're sick," she whispered, "You knew my father would get too close! If you really did care about me why didn't you warn him? Warn me?"

"Then they would have killed you. I would never allow that to happen!"

"You're a bastard! You betrayed the department, my dad… and me," Delaney took a deep breath, "You were never my friend."

"You're right, I was never interested to be your friend," he took a breath, "I always wanted to be more. I never wanted to hurt you. But I hand to, to keep you safe. Keep you alive."

Delaney slowly shook her head, apparent hurt in her voice, "I'm sorry, but I will never feel the same way. Especially now. You have killed my parents, threatened by friends and ruined my life. I saw you as a friend…. Now you're a monster."

"I did it for you!" he grabbed her arms, "I never gave my allegiance to the department. Who would risk their life for a badge? A piece of metal?"

"I would risk my life for the people who believe that that badge- that piece of metal- was protecting them!" she pulled away, barely being able to break his grip, "You and your friends went back on them, on my dad, on me!"

"My allegiance wasn't to them either or to your dad," he tilted her chin up to look at her, "But I would have given myself to you."

She slapped him across the face, "Don't even think about it, bastard. Everything I said was a game! Flirting at the most! It never meant anything! Your whole plan… just went down the tube. You really think that I would love you after you killed my family?"

"I would have given you the chance."

"How generous of you."

"Are you telling me you never felt anything for me?"

"Exactly! You hit the bulls eye!"

"Is it because you love someone else?"

She glared at him, "Excuse me?"

"Is it the person who took you and your friends in? Tell me. What's he like?"

"It's none of your business, Chief."

"Really? I thought it would be good to know if the woman I love is in love with another man," he took her tight in his arms with her back pressed against his chest and the blade of his katana against her neck, "Is he the one who fought me in the costume? The one who wore your grandmother's ring around his neck? How is he doing, by the way?"

Delaney stayed quiet and looked toward the tube thankful that he couldn't see her eyes. She found Michelangelo trying to figure out a way down from the ventilation system and to her. He looked at her and she saw the immense fear in his eyes. He was trying to save her. She silently mouthed a 'no' to him that stopped him for a moment. She took a shuddering breath and pleaded with Michelangelo through her eyes. She didn't want him to get hurt again. No more pain.

"Answer me!" Yukio pulled the blade closer to her neck making her squeeze her eyes shut and let a sob out from fear. She felt his hand at her hip and run over the pockets of her jeans. He grabbed the paper out of her pocket and threw her to the ground. He slowly unfolded it and quickly read it over a few times. He then turned toward her, absolutely furious.

"Michelangelo? So that's his name," he looked at the a paper and began to read it, "It looks like a poem. Should I read it?"

"Please stop," Delaney pushed herself from the floor and tried to turn toward him.

"Let's see here…

'You're more beautiful than you think,

And hold more than I could ever endure,

As your world begins to sink,

Remember that I am just outside your door

'I swear I will never let you fall,

Never let you die,

I'll come running at your call,

In spite of this, I made you cry

'I am sorry I said many things,

Even more so because it was you,

I forgot about some things,

I truly was the bigger fool

'With everything said and done,

There's just one thing I need to say,

In this world there is only one,

That I live to see each day

It's you.

I'm sorry,

Michelangelo.'"

Yukio began to laugh and crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it at her, "Absolutely pathetic. You fall for that?"

"I know he's telling the truth. He always has," she started at Yukio from the ground, "And he has always done what was best for me, even if I didn't understand it at the time."

"Do you love him?" he knelt down to her so they were face to face. She stayed silent and he lost his temper, "Do you love him?!"

She stood up slowly and kept eye contact with him. She took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at Michelangelo who had made it down to the ground floor, but stayed behind the crates. He stood frozen, waiting for the answer. Closing her eyes to clear her tears she opened them slowly and nodded, turning back to face Yukio.

"Yes," she said defiantly, "I think I have from the beginning of the friendship."

"How long?" he grumbled.

"What does it matter? I'm never going to stop caring for him. I'm never going to stop feeling what I do for him. It will never be you."

She looked passed him to see Michelangelo smile and then started running toward her in a full sprint. She watched as if in slow motion as the katana came at her. Paralyzed, she couldn't move until the last moment that she could. She jumped back, trying to use a defensive move that Michelangelo taught her before the fight. Before she could clear the blade, it caught her side and slide deeply through her right side.

Delaney fell to the floor, holding her side. She felt the think, warm blood on her fingers and hands. With a shuddering breath she looked up to see Yukio bringing down his sword from behind his head. His face was that of a murderer, a stranger, but had tears streaming from his eyes. The blade was now above his head and she knew that this strike was that to end her life. She closed her eyes waiting for the impact. All she heard was the voice of Eros from the ventilation tube, sounding absolutely helpless.

"NO!"

A/N: Sorry another cliffe, but I had to put that in there, but more to come soon, don't you worry. Remember, I have a dead line now.