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A/N: I do know that it has been a while for this one, but here is the final chapter. This one is based on Evanescence's song 'Whisper'. This is the END of this story, no more. Also, a HUGE thank you to my beta reader Chibi Rose Angel who has gotten this back despite all the things going on in her life at the moment. Thanks Chica! Also Thank you to all those who reviewed the last chapter. Also, a huge thank you to any and all who have reviewed previous chapters! Also, thanks to those of you who read, but didn't leave a review. Now, without further ado...

Whisper

Leonardo raced over the rooftops of New York City. Even with the freedom borne of his mode of transportation he felt trapped: trapped by circumstances, trapped by his family, trapped by what made him different. He had searched here before, had come up empty. He had no reason to believe that tonight would be any different, but he had to look again anyway.

"Why them?" Leo shouted to the night sky above him. "Why them? Why any of us? What did we do to deserve this?" He questioned aloud.

There was no response. Not that Leo had really expected one. His shoulders slumped momentarily as he gave in to the hurt caused by the disappearance of his brothers. After a moment, he looked up again. Leo gritted his teeth and continued his run. He was going to find them, one way or another.

Leo pushed away the pain he felt aside. Having lost Mikey and Donnie like that had hurt him deeply. He knew he would forever carry these scars, even if by some miracle his brothers were returned home safely. Even though he had been here before, Leo searched the area as thoroughly as he had the first time. He wasn't ready to give up on his brothers just yet. Three weeks, so much could happen in that time. Time may not have been on his side, but Leo couldn't turn his back on his brothers, not now, not ever. As much as he would have liked to burrow into a little hole and hide there, he couldn't do that. His family needed him. Some part of him could hear his brothers calling his name, begging him to find them, begging him not to give up yet. Telling him that they were still out there, waiting for him.

No, Leo wouldn't give up on them just yet. Something told him that he was close, and that time was short. He ran faster and searched for anything out of the ordinary. Soon he had returned to the warehouse district. It was a long way from the junk yard his brothers had been visiting the night they had disappeared, but there was no rule that they hadn't been moved, and Leo was fairly certain that they had been, and probably more than once. As he leapt to the next roof, he noticed something that hadn't been there before. He silently descended from the roof and got a closer look at the object.

Even to Leo's unskilled eye the generator was too large, too powerful and too new for anything that might be happening in a normal abandoned warehouse. Quickly and silently, Leo returned to the roof of the building where he would remain until he knew more about what was going on here. Even if it wasn't where his brothers were being kept, it was suspicious. Two hours into Leo's impromptu stake-out, a large black truck, not entirely unlike the armored car they had turned into the Battle Shell, pulled up beside the building.

A loading door opened and light spilled out into the night. Leo heard a car door slam then the sound of two voices. He didn't recognize the first voice, but the brisk manner of speaking was familiar. The second voice sent shivers racing up his spine: Bishop.

Keeping to the shadows and being careful not to reveal his presence on the roof of the building, Leo strained to hear the conversation. One sentence was all he needed to be sure.

"No sir, transport went smoothly, they were no trouble at all."

Leo heard the door closing and muffling the rest of the conversation. In a bold and possibly foolhardy act, he reconnoitered the building on his own. He knew better than to try to take on Bishop or the warehouse which was sure to have more security than your standard fortress by himself, but that didn't stop him from learning all he could about the building.

Inside the warehouse had been redesigned to have three levels. A room on the second floor chilled Leo to the bone. He'd seen a room like this before. A table had leather straps that were obviously used to tie someone down. Saws, needles, scalpels and various other sharp instruments were carefully laid out. He knew exactly what this room was for. The icy chill in his bones quickly turned to fiery hot rage. Leo continued to survey the building, being careful to stay out of the path of any guards who happened to be patrolling, and being even more careful of what might be surveillance equipment. He wished Donnie was with him as his purple masked brother had always been better at spotting and recognizing that sort of thing.

Now that Leo had come this far, there was no way he was going to let this go unpunished. He would get his brothers back, no matter what state he found them in. A comment from Splinter had assured Leo that Mikey was still ok, but Leo wasn't sure about the state of his other missing brother. It made no difference to Leo how he found his brothers so long as they were alive. Leo made a dark promise to himself: one day he would make Bishop regret his actions. Leo swore that Bishop would pay for the atrocities committed against his family, and he would pay that debt with interest.

Leo dipped into a light meditative state and searched for the presence of his brothers. He wanted to make sure that his suspicions were correct. Michelangelo's presence had changed slightly over the past few weeks, but Leo would recognize his brother anywhere. He searched for Donnie, but didn't hold out much hope of finding his mind. All the same, Leo sighed when he didn't find his brother.

Part of him wanted to leave this place. Leave it behind him. It had been so long that he didn't hold out much hope of his brothers recovering from their ordeal. Part of him wanted to let them go. Leo pushed that part of himself to the darkest corner of his mind, where it belonged, and glared determinedly at the building housing his brothers who had been gone for so long.

He'd found his missing family members. For three weeks he thought that was going to be the hard part. Now he realized that he had been wrong. The hard part was going to be getting them back, and that was just beginning.

The little voice that belonged to the piece of him that had already considered his brothers lost whispered in his ear. It told him that even if he did get them out that there would be nothing left to rescue. Leo had felt it in Mikey's mind. Donnie was already gone, and Michelangelo knew that he wasn't far behind. The little voice was insistent that it wasn't worth Leo's time or effort. It begged him to stop fighting.

Leo couldn't do that. Nothing was lost yet. He would not give into the piece of himself that housed the little voice. He would not turn his back on his family. He would not let the pain of having them gone for so long defeat him. He would not shy away from their need for help. He would do everything in his power to get them back. He would keep his hope alive. Most importantly, he would never, ever give up.

Considering that little piece of his mind that insisted on crawling out of it's hiding place where he kept putting it, Leo made a decision. He quashed the little voice. Smashed it with everything he had. He knew where his brothers were, and that was the best start they could hope for. Master Splinter and Raphael would be at his side in planning and executing the rescue attempt. He even knew that at least one of his lost brothers was relatively safe and sound, awaiting rescue. It was well more than enough to justify the attempt.

A long battle would still lay ahead of him and his family even after his brothers were returned home. He knew that. He didn't delude himself into thinking that the war would end with the return of his brothers. This was the only the first battle; the war was just beginning.

The End