A/N: Sorry for the delay!

The barn in New Hampshire was miles away, too far for the Turtles to maintain their watch on New York City. Which was the reason for the guys and Splinter to return to New York, and find the old, historical building that had once belonged to a recently passed away relative of Casey's.

The van pulled into the driveway, halting abruptly once reaching as close to the front as possible. Donatello climbed out first and held the door open for Raph and Leonardo with Mike in their arms. Casey got out of the drivers side in a hurry, and offered his help to Leo and Raphael.

Michelangelo's head bobbed form side to side as the Turtles rushed into their home.

"Master Splinter?" Leonardo called, running ahead. Casey and Raph followed behind him, and Don held up the end.

The boys, with the exception of Mikey, stared in disbelief at the houses state. The few pieces of furniture the had possessed were turned over and broken. The couch, that each turtle had spent time leisurely watching television on, was leaking of the yellow, cushiony stuffing from within. Raphael's weights had been thrown across the room, creating holes in the walls and windows. Don's books and papers were ripped into tiny pieces and scattered across the floors.

"Whoa..." Casey muttered.

Only the reminder of Michelangelo comatose body standing lifelessly limp between Raphael and Casey brought the group back to reality.

"Lets...check upstairs." Leonardo said slowly.

Don nodded and followed him up the stairs to search the rooms for any sign of Splinter.

Lying Mikey down on the remainder of the couch, Raph went to the medicine cabinet above the sink in a bathroom, and took out what was left of the supplies. A few gauze pads and bandages that hadn't been tampered with were clean enough to be used on the injuries.

Leonardo and Donny returned, Don instantly went to work on patching Mikey up. He gently cleaned the dried blood away with a wetted wash rag, making sure his touch was soft so as not to cause anymore pain than what Mike was already going through. After all was clear of possible infections, Don applied the spare antibiotics that he'd stashed away incase of an emergency. Finally, with all eyes on him as he gracefully treated the youngest brother, Donatello placed the gauze pad over Michelangelo's damaged eyes and wrapped one of the tan colored bandages around his head to hold the gauze in place. He then repeated the same procedure to Mikey's knee.

"Sensei is gone." Leo announced, once Don was finished.

"That's it!" Raphael snarled. "We're gonna get those guys, and we're gonna get 'em good! Yah hear me?"

"How, Raph?" Leo shot back. "We don't know who's done this. It could be any one of our enemies."

"It was the Purple Dragon, okay?" Raph said, angerly. "Now can we go!"

"The Purple Dragon?" Leo tilted his head in confusion. "How do you know?"

Raphael pointed a finger in the unconscious turtles direction. "Mikey."


The warehouse denizens had been waiting for this glorious moment. The moment when one so powerful would finally surrender. The capture of the great sensei, Splinter. Great? Nothing more than an oversized rat. A rat who continously threatened against them, forever beating them at their own game. But now, now was the time to watch this old rat meet his danger, greet his fate, and face his death.

The Foot, along with the Purple Dragon, stood in a large circle, waiting for their leaders to enter into the middle. Anxiously waiting for the announcing that Splinter was no more. Knowing that Splinter was down would send a chain reaction to the Turtles, and soon they too would fall into the clutches of the masterful Shredder.

A loud banging of doors opening informed the men that Hun and Shredder had arrived. Heads turned and the Foot bowed at the presence of their leader, showing their respect for him. Each person excitedly awaited to watch the ceremonial event about to take place.

But Splinter was no where to be seen.

"What is this?" Dragon Face yelped. "All that work and no sensei?"

"Shut your mouth, Dragon Face!" Hun instructed harshly. "Do not speak in front of the Shredder!"

Glaring, Dragon Face crossed his arms in front of his chest and remained speechless.

Shredder did not smile, nor did he move for quite some time. The warehouse displayed no sound as the occupants closely watched his every movement. It was almost threatening to observe this unusual act of Oroku Saki's. The cold atmosphere of the room chilled the bones of every body in it.

"Friends!" Shredders booming voice bounced off the walls of the room. "It is with my greatest honor that I inform you that our plan is in full ranking."

The room awaited quietly as Shredder continued.

"Splinter has been captured, thanks to our friends The Purple Dragons." Saki praised. "As of now the Turtles are searching high and low for their sensei. Within time Splinters ninjas will crumble at my feet."

The crowds' monstrous cheer created echoes in the warehouse. Shredder held a satisfied smile on his face as he relaxingly turned to watch his allies and followers congratulate their leaders success.