Alright, this chapter is a little longer than the others. Bricks fall into place in this chapter… And I'm sorry, if you find a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. It's 1:30 AM, and English isn't my main language.

Enjoy…

"Leonardo?" the cat hesitantly called out into the empty hallways. She was sure, she had heard something. Walking through the hall, she bit her lower lip. She was sure the sounds were coming closer. Panicking, she started running, hoping she was going in the right direction. Where was that map, when you needed it to appear? As she grew more and more desperate, she started running faster, throwing a glance over her shoulder to try to see if anyone was following her. Apparently not. The hallway was empty, but she could still hear sounds of footsteps. However, the echoes around her made it impossible to tell where they came from. Her breath became rapid. What if she was running straight into the Foot ninjas without knowing it? She threw her eyes back to see where she was running, just in time to see the green figure, she was bumping into.

She screamed when she hit the floor, covering her eyes in desperation, but as she heard the yelp coming from the one she had bumped into, she removed her arm to look up.

"God, I finally found you!" she exclaimed in eager, jumping up and giving the turtle a huge hug. She thought she had lost him, "I knew you'd be alright." With that, she released herself, her face one happy smile.

However, Leonardo didn't look as happy as she did. Actually, he looked rather perplexed over the situation, maybe even blushing a bit.

"What's wrong?" the feline questioned, pulling away. Why was he looking like that?

"Leonardo?"

"I think, you got the wrong turtle," Michelangelo giggled, looking at Donnie's face. He was pretty amused by the scene, as he couldn't help laughing a bit. Donatello's face was burning red, and it hadn't grown better when the cat had released him from the warm embrace.

The cat starred from one turtle to the other and back again. Now it was obvious. The bandana covering the turtle's eyes weren't blue, but purple…

"There's more of you!" she almost cried. Leonardo was one, and the other one, Raph… that was two. But would that be three or four turtles?

"Ehm," she tried, "One of you wouldn't be Raph, would you?" As the last words left her lips, both turtle's jaws dropped.

"You know where he is?" Donnie finally spoke, the embarrassing moment almost forgotten. If she did, their little rescue would be over sooner than they had ever hoped for.

The cat simply shook her head.

"No, but Leonardo is looking for him…"

"It can't be," Mikey gulped, "Leo's dead, Shredder killed him…" The cat was taken by surprise. She had really thought he had made it. Why did she even run, when she should have stayed? With a loud sigh, she leaned herself against the wall, a small tear escaping her. He had risked his life for her, sacrificed it just so she could get out of the way.

"I… I should never have left him," she stammered, "Where did you find him?"

Mikey scratched his head. It was hard to think about Raph's call. It was hours ago now…

"We didn't," Don interrupted his trail of thoughts, "We got a call two hours ago."

"You gotta be nuts," the cat frowned, making both Don and Mike raise an eye ridge, "I only left him maybe half an hour ago, and he was perfectly fine."

Donnie had to think about this. How could Raph think that Leo was dead? And, where were they both now? There could be two options; one, Leo and Raph had been tricked. Two, the feline was a lunatic…

"I think we should try and look for them," Don suggested, making both Mikey and the cat nod.

The trio slowly started walking, though none of them knew where to go. Everything looked alike; there were the same number of doors in each hallway - except for one.

"Let's try this one," Don pointed to the door. If he had calculated it right, there was one door missing in this hallway, which had to mean that two or one of the rooms were bigger than the others, and maybe being the one of importance. He carefully pressed the door open, only to look into a dark room. Fumbling, he tried to find the switch to the light, though with no luck. But curiosity dragged him further inside, not waiting for the others to follow. He stepped through the darkness, his hands out to try to reach for a wall or anything that could come in his way. There were no sounds to guide him, no smells to help him. All he could trust was his senses of feeling. He was walking on a soft carpet, no doubt about that. He tried to walk closer inside, when his right hand scratched against the wall. It was cold like metal, but it also felt like it was covered with something, like paint. Donnie followed it, suddenly feeling the wall change level. It was a door. He opened to look inside, finding it enlightened in a dim light from a small lamp in the roof. As he walked inside, he looked down at the red carpet beneath him. It was just as soft as the one in the other room. The walls were painted red and had to be made of wood - if he hadn't touched it. The coldness shot through Don, making him pull his hand back. It as well felt like the wall in the other room. In the middle of the room was a pool of something dark, but it wasn't hard for the turtle to guess what it was. Its dark red color told him everything. As he kneeled beside it, he felt how hard the carpet had turned, when the blood had stiffened. There was still some wet blood on it. It was sticking to Don's fingers, as he felt the sickening feeling hit him. It could be from one of his brothers, and it probably was. He was about to get up, when a gunshot was heard from the other room.

"MIKEY!" he screamed, jolting back towards the door. It had closed behind him, when he had entered the room. He yanked it open, almost hitting Mikey in the face as he did so.

"Damn bro!" Mikey panted, "Didn't ya hear us calling?" But no, Don had heard nothing. But if he could hear the gunshot so clear, wouldn't he have been able to hear his brother call?

"You had to," Mikey continued, more calmly now, "The kitty's scream could have broken a window…" The purple-masked turtle blinked slightly, looking back into the room he had come from.

"Didn't the gunshot come from in here?" he asked, totally doubt founded.

"We thought it came from the room you were in…" the cat said in between.

"Stay here a second." Donnie told, closing the door as he disappeared back into the dim room again. A few seconds past. When Donnie came back into view in the door, he looked at Mikey with thoughtful eyes.

"Did you hear something now?" Mikey shook his head. Everything had been quiet like the grave.

"This is weird," Donnie scratched his chin, looking back inside. Mikey's head slowly followed, looking inside to see the wall being covered in a black cover in a circle. Mikey's eyes widened a bit at the smoke coming from the center of the black spot.

"You should be able to hear a bomb…" the smart turtle smirked, the puzzle forming in his head, "Which means the sound of the gun must come from somewhere in between."

"Your point being?" Mikey tried, still not getting it.

"That both Raph and Leo can be alive, but positively sure that one has been shot. That can explain why Raph called and said Leo was gone, and that… she has been with Leo, thinking that Raph was dead, it makes sense."

The cat looked over at Don, clearly annoyed by being referred to as 'she'.

"But why would he do that?" she questioned, making Donnie wide eyed. He had figured it out.

"To make us come here." he stated, "Shredder wants us out of the way, but he needed us to come out of our hiding spot. And as he has failed catching us all on the same time, he took us apart."

It made sense. But he could have simply just killed one, letting the other do his dirty job. They had known one turtle would call to give the others an idea about where to go, but not who. It was simply a matter of who would be broken down psychologically first.

Mikey was slowly getting a headache. How his brother had figured all this out was hard enough to understand, but also how Leo and Raph must have suffered.

"We gotta find them," he replied in a low voice. If they were both out there, alive, he needed to know…