Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. It's very sad, but I'm learning to live with this fact.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I LUV REVIEWS! who doesn't?

Anyway, without any further ado...Chapter 2...

Aaron walked into the lair.

"Don! Where are you?" she called.

"Back here!" his muffled voice returned.

Aaron strode towards the source of the voice.

"Mike's room." he said a little clearer.

"Do you have the books?" he asked as she rounded the corner to the bedroom. He sat slumped up against the door to Mike's room.

"Yup, I've got War and Peace, Of Love and War, a book on World War I and one on World War II, Hemingway on War, A Terrible Love of War, Terrorism and War and some audiotapes of The Art of War."

"Great! Can you give 'em to Leo?"

"Hey, uh, before you send the errand girl off on another task, you mind telling me why I had to go to the library at 6:00 this morning and get any and all books with the word 'War' in the title?"

"Errand girl, Aaroned girl. Ha-ha" Don laughed at his little pun.

"What?"

"Errand, Aaroned" Don chuckled again.

"What's wrong with-" Aaron took a good look at Don, "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Umm... hmm... ye-no. No. No I did not."

"And how much sugar did you have?"

"..."

"Don? How much?"

"..."

"Donatello!"

"Six Jolly Ranchers, two tootsie roll pops, a Crunch Bar, a Snickers, two Reese's, countless red vines, and a pack of M&M's." Mike's voice said through the slot.

"What!"

"Not to mention the thirteen cups of coffee."

Aaron turned back to Don, "What the shell did you stay up all night to work on?"

"Shell, ha ha, you used our word." Don said with his head drooping.

"Ok, it's beddy-bye time for you, mister." Aaron said and unslung her giant book bag from her shoulder onto the ground. "C'mon big guy," she grabbed hold of the half-asleep turtle and hauled him to his feet. She put her shoulder under his to support him and they staggered the few feet into his own bedroom. She deposited him onto his bed.

"What was so important that you had to stay up all night working on?"

"Leo's book, Mike's got it in the mail slot... Won't open the door. .. tried everything... deadline's noon." He sank down into his pillows and fell dead asleep. Aaron sighed and pulled his feet up onto the bed and she conveniently found an old quilt hanging over his desk chair, which she draped over him.

It would have been a cute Kodak moment if at that time he hadn't begun snoring.

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"Special delivery for a Mister Leonardo T. Urtle!" Aaron rapped on Leo's closed door.

"Huh?" he opened the door a crack and peered through, Aaron pushed the door the rest of the way open and barged into the room.

"Did you know?" She continued, "That way back in the old days you had to pay to receive your mail instead of paying to send it."

"Aaron! You can't just waltz in here!" Leo exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"cuz I..."

"Hey, It's really messy in here!" Aaron looked around the room for the first time, "I thought you were a neat freak."

"I'm reorganizing."

"Sure. Any way, following the rules of way back when I'd say you owe me...an explanation."

"An explanation for what?"

"Oh I don't know... maybe why Don's totally wasted on sugar and caffeine after spending an entire night outside of Mike's room, then calling me at 5:30 AM to go pick up some war books. You know, I'll probably never be able to go into that library again," she babbled on, "What teenage girl in her right mind shows up at six in the morning to get eight books on War of all topics, WAR? Plus there was that cute guy at the check out counter who must totally think I'm insane. But then what cute teenage guy gets up to be at work at a library at six in the morning," she gasps for a dramatic effect, "Maybe he's the one who's insane! Then I was among insane people! That couldn't possibly have been safe. I risked my life and my sanity to get you these books. The least you could do is tell me what's going on around here! I-"

"Ok Fine!" Leo yelled covering her mouth with one of his hands to stop her rambling, "Raph stole my book

and put it through the mail slot in Mike's door and dared Mike to keep it from me for two days, so-"

"Mike has a mail slot?"

"Yeah he found it at the junkyard yesterday and had Don put it in for him, so-"

"That's so awesome! I want a mail slot for my door..."

"Aaron, focus!"

"Sorry! Ok, continue."

"So Mike won't come out of his room because he knows I'm mad and am going to clobber him for not returning my property..."

"But it's just a stupid dare..."

Leo shrugged, "Raph double-doggy-dared him."

Aaron raised her eyes brows.

Leo shrugged again, "It's a guy thing. So, anyway, I gave Don till noon today to get Mike and my book out of Mike's room before I go in and do things my way."

"Your way? Gosh you're beginning to sound like Raph."

Leo blushed and looked at his feet in embarrassment

"I just want my book back." he said defensively

"Thus the reason Don stayed up all night and went into a sugar coma..."

"Yes."

"And these books must be to tide you over in case Don needed more time..."

"I assume so."

Aaron plopped down on Leo's bed, abruptly stood up and removed the giant glue stick and candle lighter she'd sat on and sat down again in deep thought.

"How long has it been since Mike ate last?"

"I dunno...probably not since last night."

"Unless Don shared his candy..."

"Highly unlikely."

"Huh?"

"It's like, if you give a moose a muffin, he'll want jam to go with it..."

"If you give Mikey candy..."

"He'll want soda or chips or pizza to go with it. Don knows it's safer to keep his junk food to himself."

Aaron fell back into thought, after a few minutes of silence she asked, "What's Mike's favorite pizza?"

"He doesn't have one. He likes everything."

"Ok," Aaron whipped out her cell phone, "Hello? Dominos? I'd like a pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra cheese...large...place? um..." She put her hand over the phone and asked Leo, "Where do I send it?"

Leo shrugged, "Mike usually orders the pizza."

Aaron returned to the phone, "You know what? I'll just come pick it up. How long till it'll be ready?...ok, thanks. Buh-bye."

She snapped her phone shut and stood up, "I'll be back in a jiffy."

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see when I get back, in the meantime make yourself useful and try to persuade Mike to come out of his room." She started down the hall, "And nicely." she added.

"But-" Leo called after her, but Aaron was already out the lair's front door.