A/N: Here's the next one...

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bed Arrangement and Clothing Lines

Callista and Raphael walked back to the lair hand in hand from a full night at April's apartment. They tried to sneak into the lair since it was close to three in the morning and everyone else was probably asleep. At least Raphael had his own room, Callista had to figure out a way to get into her room without disturbing a sleeping Delaney. He threw his trench coat and his hat on the coat rack and walked further into the lair. Callista hugged his quickly and walked over to her room and quickly slipped.

Before he headed to bed he found that the televisions were on and someone was on the couch. He walked around the couch and found Michelangelo sitting on the couch with control in hand and a sleeping Delaney with her head on his leg. Amazingly enough Michelangelo was still awake and flipping through some of the channels hoping to find something to watch.

"You still waiting up for me, bro?" Raphael leaned on the back of the couch.

"Nope, Delaney fell asleep on my leg and I couldn't get up. Since I am so picky about how I sleep I couldn't get to sleep either so I kept the television on," he looked down at the leg that Delaney was using.

"You going to bed soon? Sensei is going to have a problem if you can't concentrate tomorrow morning," Raphael warned him.

"Ah, he'll understand. Besides, when do I ever concentrate primarily on Ninjitsu in the mornings?"

"Good point. I forgot who I was talking to for a minute there," Raphael looked down where Delaney slept still clutching at the blanket that Michelangelo covered her with, "How's she doing?"

"Really well, actually. I would even say exceptional. She heals faster than I've ever seen."

"That's what Callista says," he grinned, "It's weird you know?"

"What is?" Michelangelo gave him a weird look.

"That we so happened to luck out and pick up four girls that were not repulsed by us and actually grow to care for us. I would never have thunk it in a hundred years."

"No? I've always thought that there was a chance," he started to wave his hands a bit to illustrate his point, "You know, like somewhere there was a bodacious girl that would accept me for who I was."

"And that girl is trying to sleep," Delaney grumbled and turned on her good side.

"Sorry babe," he looked down at her, "You might want to go to bed."

She mumbled something and sat up, "I want to stay with you."

"You still need sleep and I doubt that Callista would like me in the room."

"Then take her to your room," Raphael offered and smiled at his brother. Suddenly, Michelangelo was very appreciative of the fact that most of the lights were off because his face began to burn from blushing. He hit his brother upside his head and gave him a glare, "Raph!"

"What?" Raphael shrugged and chuckled, "That means that I get to stay with Callista tonight."

"Haven't you seen her enough tonight?" Delaney grumbled and buried her head into Michelangelo's shoulder.

"Well, aren't you nice when you're half awake," Raphael said sarcastically.

"It is morning," she reminded him while hugging Michelangelo.

"Wait a minute!" Michelangelo waved his hands and looked at Raphael, "You and Callista are now together?"

"You missed that, Point Dexter?" Raphael laughed, "That's what I was getting to earlier."

"But…but… you and her… don't, you know," he tried to interlock his fingers in front of him while trying not to disturb Delaney.

"It's okay, Mikey," Delaney lowered his arms, "They do click and are, dare I say, a very good couple."

"Yeah, see. Your girlfriend agrees," he patted his brother's shoulder, "Don't act so surprised."

"You two are scary enough as individuals… just to think of you two as a couple gives me the shivers," Michelangelo shook a little to emphasize his point.

"Hey!" Raphael took a step closer to towards the edge of the couch to get into a better position to tackle his brother. Michelangelo pushed Delaney up, blocking him from his upset brother.

"You wouldn't hurt an unarmed, injured girl, would you?"

"No, but I'll beat up her boyfriend," he jumped over the couch that was separating him from his prey and grabbed Michelangelo on his way down to the floor. They both wrestled on the ground each trying to keep the other pinned on their shell. Eventually Raphael pinned Michelangelo and began to raise his arm, but was stopped by Delaney's hand on his fist.

"Okay, you made your point Raph," she leaned down carefully and pulled Michelangelo up from the floor, "Come, let's go to bed."

"O…okay," he smiled and turned to Raphael and stuck out his tongue.

"Hey," Raphael called out to the two of them. They both turned to him expecting another insult or sly remark, "I'm glad that you two finally got it together."

"Thanks," Delaney nodded and watched as he made his way towards his room, "Raph…"

"Yeah?"

"You know," she looked at Michelangelo, "If I'm going to have some time with Mikey, Callista may get a little lonely in that room all by herself."

He smiled and nodded. He took a look at the second story to make sure that no one else was awake and made his way to Callista's room. Michelangelo turned off the television sets and stretched with a yawn. He watched his brother go into Callista's room and silently closed the door. Delaney came over to him and leaned on his shoulder.

"So, you ready for about two hours of sleep before practice?" she mumbled into his shoulder.

"Just about," he smiled and put an arm around her waist to keep her stable on her feet. They were both tired, Michelangelo most of all and needed sleep. He tried his best to keep quiet on the way up the stairs because it would be more awkward than anything else to have his brothers catching him bringing Delaney to his room. Leo and Don may be asleep at the moment, but it won't take a lot to wake them up. He finally reached his door without a sound.

"Hey Mikey?" Delaney asked after his door was closed.

"Yeah?" he headed toward the ladder up to his bed. It was as if it was the top bunk of a bunk bed, but instead of a second bed below it, there was a large comic book collection and a few toys that Delaney had never noticed before. He climbed up the ladder and began to clean off his bed.

Delaney tiptoed through the room careful not to step on his many toys and comic book collections, "You knew Callista and Raphael were together. We both saw them in the kitchen that one day."

"I know," he grinned and tossed a few stuffed animals to the floor, "I just like to get to him now and then. Somebody has to ruffle Raph's feathers, right?"

"I guess so. Are you done up there yet? I'm tired."

"You want an animal?" he held a small stuffed puppy in his right hand and pointed to it with his left.

"I think you'll be enough," she winked up at him. He shrugged his shoulders and threw the doll over his shoulder.

"Well, come on up if you're so tired then," he laid back on the bed and heard Delaney climb up the ladder. She slowly crawled along the bed and snuggled against him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and let her get comfortable. After she found her place next to him, he clapped his hands as the lights went out.

"The clapper, huh?" she smirked and closed her eyes.

"Donnie made the system," he grinned and closed his eyes, "Do you think that two hours will be enough sleep?"

"If not you can always take a small turtle nap afterwards," murmuring as she fell back to sleep.

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Finally had enough of Mikey, huh?" Callista asked when she heard the door close.

"You could say that," Raphael's voice drifted through the room and made Callista turn over and look to the door.

"What do you think you are doing here?" she smirked, leaning back on her elbows, "When Delaney comes in…"

"She's not," he cut her off and silently walked toward her. Her eyes were not adjusted to the dark and she could see his shadowed form moving through the room.

"Why not?"

"She's keeping Mikey company tonight- or should I say this morning?" he sat on the side of her bed, "She thought you'd be lonely."

"Is that right?"

"That's right."

"What do you mean that she's keeping him company?" she quirked an eyebrow even if he couldn't see it very well.

"Don't worry, they're too tired to do anything and I doubt that either one of them is the type to do something, you know… life alterin'."

"You're right," she sighed, "but I'm not going to get any sleep with you sitting on the side of my bed."

"Okay then," he jumped over her and laid beside her, throwing his belt and sais to the side, "This better?"

"I guess it will have to do," she rolled her eyes as he pulled her toward him. They both caught the shimmer of light in one another's eyes and stayed focused on it.

"How did you stay so good at kick boxin' when you weren't taking classes or practicing in the past two months?"

"I would sneak into the dojo every once in a while to blow off some steam and kick the crap out of your punching bag. It was a very good venting system."

"Speaking of dojo," he yawned and put his hands behind his head, "I gotta get up in the next two hours."

"Yeah, too bad for you," she laid down beside him, slowly gliding the tips of her fingers over his plastron trying to find the most comfortable position.

"I can't get to sleep if you keep doin' that, Cal," he growled somewhat seductively.

"Tough luck, pal," she said and hugged him around his midsection as well as she could, "And I hope you know I've always hated that nickname."

"Well, tough luck," he said as she finally closed her eyes and fell into sleep.

Donatello started wielding some more components to the sewer glider since he let Eros drive it for a bit the night before. During the drive she accidentally took off some of the old parts while turning corners so it was up to him to fix the problems. It was now mid afternoon and two of his brothers were sleeping. He guessed that both Michelangelo and Raphael had a long night last night and Leonardo was having some one to one instruction with Splinter. Donatello was surprised to even see his brothers this morning considering that he didn't even hear Raphael enter the sewer until three this morning. Since the boys were busy the girls met in Callista and Delaney's room to have another girl meeting. Every once in a while he could hear one of the girls yelling or laughing from the garage.

"What are those girl's doing?" he lifted the shield of his wielding helmet and looked down the hallway, "If they aren't careful, they'll wake Mikey and Raph."

"Too late, bro," Michelangelo came into the garage stretching his arms with a yawn.

"Just what are they doing down there?" he took off his wielding helmet and set it down to the side.

"Something about clothes," he waved his hands absentmindedly and walked over to check out the new components of the sewer glider.

"Great…" Donatello mumbled something and looked back at his improvements, "Mikey! Don't touch that!"

"I was only seeing what it did," he gave him a big grin and began to run from his brother.

"Okay… Amity, let's see what we got for you," Callista dug through her new designs next to her bed, "Are you looking for a casual or semi-formal look?"

"She doesn't even have a store yet, and she's trying to sell it to her all ready," Eros whispered to Delaney and got a playful jab from her friend.

"I'm not really looking for anything-"

"Oh come on, Amity," Eros said from the side, "It's fashion, maybe questionable fashion, but fashion all the same."

Eros got another jab in the side from Delaney and earned a glare from Callista. Callista went back to her pile and pulled out a blue dress that was cut short and only reached the knees on Amity because of height.

"We'll try to do formal wear today, and since your guy loves to wear blue, I can only guess that is the color you would choose."

"My guy?" Amity blushed as she took the dress from Callista.

"Yeah… you know, Leonardo," she rubbed the top of her friend's head.

"He isn't my guy… he's a friend…"

"That's what I used to say about Mikey," Delaney said smiling at her and then walked past her to look over Callista's shoulder, "You got any dresses in orange, perhaps?"

"Only for you," Callista pulled a longer dress out of the pile to Delaney. She smiled big and hugged the fabric.

"I'm still waiting for my jojos by the way," Delaney added.

"They're hanging by the door, I finished them a few nights ago."

"No way!" Delaney let her eyes bug and ran over to the door to find her pair of pants completely finished, "Yea."

"You guys don't really think that he could really think that…" Amity began to compromise with her friends.

"Absolutely," Eros patted her friend on the back and looked into her eyes, "The way he looks at you and smiles, it is the genuine symptoms of love."

"And you should talk, bull's eye," Callista said over her shoulder as she dug deeper into the mound of clothes, "You are looking for something in purple I expect?"

"Absolutely," she smiled and grabbed the dress from Callista's grasp.

"This is romantic, you know," Delaney spoke up looking over her new Callista designer dress. The others looked at her with weird looks and wondered what the heck she was talking about, "Don't look at me like that. I mean, we're wearing the boys' colors. You know, like they did in the old days way back when."

"When was that?"

"Way back when, weren't you listening?" Delaney put her hands on her hips and gave Eros a sneer.

"Right," Callista pulled out the last dress and put it up to herself, "Red… best thing next to black."

"So, exactly what are we doing this for?" Amity asked looking at her dress.

"Because I cannot start my way in the fashion industry if I don't have any models. And you all know that there is no way that I am going to ask the guys or Splinter to model them for me."

Delaney suddenly began to laugh loudly and fell on her bed. The other girls jumped slightly from their friend's sudden out burst.

"D, what is your deal?" Callista asked.

"Can… can you guys… see the boys and Splinter… in…in … this?" she tried to hold up her dress, but the fit of laughter was keeping her preoccupied. Her side was burning and she tried to put a little pressure on it so that it wouldn't get injured any worse.

"I thought that Mike all ready cross dressed," Callista grinned.

Delaney abruptly stopped laughing and looked at her with a death glare, "Not funny. And besides, it was only a couple of times to get a laugh. You know how far he will go to get a laugh."

"Whatever you say, D," she smiled and pushed the rest of the clothing pile to the side of the room, "Now. Let's see how these fit, shall we?"

Eros shut the door to the room and nodded to the others. They began to change into the dresses at the same time wondering what body part fit into what hole. With Delaney and Callista being the only ones experienced in her designs, they were the first ones dressed and had to help the other two. Delaney helped Amity fit through one whole and lifted the appropriate straps to help her. Eros was fighting Callista the whole way trying to make the dress her own, but Callista fought whole-heartedly back.

"I swear, it would fit better this way," Eros pulled the strap of pearls over her head.

"Look, this dress was designed by me. Wear it right, or design your own," she pulled the pearl strap from her head and placed it right.

"But I like it…"

"Then don't fight me about it," she took a step back and took a look at her three friends, "Okay, Delaney's fits all right because I've all ready worked on hers, but Amity's needs to be taken in a bit and Eros, you feel a little tight around the bust?"

She nodded and tried to tug a little at the material.

"Okay, okay, but don't pull on it," Callista got some scissors and began to make small cuts, "D, can you hand me some pins."

"Just a sec," Delaney said with a few pins in her mouth while trying to pin up Amity. She put a pin in and took the others from her mouth handing some to Callista, "You know, I hope you can find another assistant once I get my own career going, because I can't be handing you the pins when I'm also trying to take down a rapist."

"That makes two of us," Callista nodded and began to work on her friend's dress.

"So this is just for a fashion shoot?" Amity asked.

"Yup," Delaney put in the final pin.

"Then why do this at all, the photos are not going to be used as long as Yukio is up there."

"Yeah, but once he's gone Callista will sell these pics to fashion distributors everywhere and become famous."

"I swear, sometimes I think you have more faith in this then I do, D," Callista smiled.

"I like to trust in my friend's ambitions," she nodded and made Amity turn around, "Okay, now to stitch it up."

"You sure Callista shouldn't be doing it?"

"Of course, I only pin, I never manipulate her babies. Her clothing, her work."

"Thank God…" Amity whispered and got a light sock in the arm from Delaney.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Delaney lifted her skirt a bit to cross the room. She looked over at Callista, "We should really think about taking the hem up on this dress. I still think it is a bit too long for my taste."

"I'll look into it," Callista waved her hand as she started to work on Amity.

Delaney opened the door slightly and found Splinter on the other side of it, "Master Splinter! Hello. I thought that you and Leonardo were in practice."

He bowed his head a bit and then looked back up at her face, "May I have a word with you and the others, Delaney?"

"Of course," she looked back at the others and remembered that they were still in their formal wear and turned back to Splinter, "Would it be too much trouble if you waited a few moments? We need to straighten up."

"No trouble," he smiled a little, "Just find me when you are ready."

"Yes sensei," she bowed her head respectfully and watched the rat walk back toward his room. As she was going to shut the door she saw Michelangelo and Donatello arguing about a part or something and Donatello complaining about the oil that Michelangelo apparently just spilt all over him. They both looked over at her as her eyes widened and shut the door as fast as she could. She did not have any want for Michelangelo or any of them to see her in formal wear at the moment. As far as she knew, the dress wasn't even complete. According to Callista it wasn't.

"Wonder what that was about," Michelangelo scratched his head and looked at Donatello, "Did you see what she was wearing?"

"Yeah, it looked formal. Why would they have that kind of dress?"

"Callista likes to make clothes, maybe it was something she wanted to see on a person."

"Could be," he shrugged his shoulder and then thought for a moment, "You know, I think that it is just about time to treat the girls to something special."

"Like a giant pizza?" he smiled and licked his lips at the possibility.

"No, I meant like a…" he began to think again, "Is Raph still sleeping?"

"Not for long," Michelangelo gave him a mischievous smile and looked towards Raphael's room, "Should I get him?"

"I'll get Leo," Donatello nodded, "You guys meet me in the dojo. I have an idea."

"Righteo," Michelangelo saluted his brother and snuck off to his brother's room.

Meanwhile inside the girl's room, Delaney tried desperately to get the others together so they could talk with Splinter.

"Come on, he's waiting," Delaney helped Eros out of her dress.

"What does he want to talk to us about anyway?" Eros asked once she got the dress off.

"I don't know, but I doubt it has to do with Ninjitsu," Amity added as she pulled her jeans back on.

"Yeah… I just hope it's good news. He's never had to talk to all of us before," Callista hung the dresses in the corner and smoothed some of the fabric out.

"I know," Delaney nodded, "I'm kind of wondering that myself. He seemed pleased though."

"Let's hope it stays that way," Eros patted her on the back as they left the room and saw the boys walking toward the dojo. Michelangelo seemed to be rubbing his head and a disgruntled Raphael gave him a small glare.

"I wonder what the boys are up to," Callista said walking across the lair to Splinter's room.

"I don't know, but we got other things to do," Delaney watched the guys disappear and led the group of girls to Splinter.