Title: Cat and Mouse
Author: Jayde
Rating: PG-13 for violence and language.
Summary: Angst, drama, violence. (Do I write anything else?) I have nothing against Law Enforcement professionals. They have a job to do. Sometimes human curiosity is a good thing, and sometimes it isn't.
Credits: Thanks to Sassy for the beta read.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything, except Samantha, her partner Eric, and her NY Cop friend Dan. And even them, I'm perfectly willing to share.
Prologue:
"Do you have the tickets?"
"Yes, dear," the man said, his tone reflecting his frustration. The keyless entry beeped, echoing in the enclosed parking garage. The man opened the driver's side door, and slid up and into the seat of the dark red SUV. He yanked his own door closed, and adjusted the rearview mirror impatiently. The passenger door opened, and the harangue continued.
"I don't know why we have to leave so early. We have plenty of time," Cathy muttered, tugging her skirt down from the climb up into the monster vehicle. She patted her dark hair absently. She flipped down the visor, found the mirror, and checked her lipstick.
"I hate missing the start of the game," Darren retorted, ignoring his wife's preening. He dug the keys out of his jacket pocket, and thrust the right one in the ignition. He turned the key, and heard a strange buzzing.
Darren glanced at his wife in surprise, and then the world erupted in noise and flame.
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Crouched on a rooftop across the street, four unusual guardians kept watch over the emergency vehicles racing to the scene. Acrid smoke rose into the air, blotting out the stars.
"There's nothing more we can do here," Leo noted softly, turning to his companions. Don stood behind him, his bo clenched tightly in both fists. Every line in his body registered tension.
"This isn't right," Don hissed, his eyes narrowed to furious slits behind his mask.
"No one said it was, bro," Mikey responded from behind Don.
Don whirled on Mike. "We should have gone over there. I could have defused that bomb. Two people are dead, and we sat here and watched!" Silence descended on the rooftop, interrupted only by Don's angry staccato breathing.
"We're doing the best we can," Leo said firmly, rising to his feet. The half-moon lit him from behind, casting his face in shadow.
"Are we?" Raph questioned, leaning his shell against the wall of the rooftop entrance.
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