Here's the next chapter. Thanks to everyone that's been reading. I hope no one is disappointed with how things are going. Enjoy and as always, I don't own them, darn it all.

Michelangelo and Casey ran up o Leonardo. They hadn't even bothered to look at the person lying on the ground. "Leo!" Michelangelo called out. "Leo, are you OK!"

Leonardo just nodded breathless, as Casey helped him up; the reality of his previous situation had finally sunk in.

"Mikey," Leo whispered, pointing to the figure sprawled out on the rooftop. "We should have listened to you."

Donatello reached towards M and rolled him over. He stared in utter silence and a single second passed. Michelangelo kneeled down and slowly reached out to touch M's shoulder. "R….Raph?" he whispered, shaking him gently. "Raphael?"

"Mike," Donatello placed a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "I….I hit him pretty hard Mike. I don't think he's going to wake up just yet." Michelangelo's shoulders slumped and he let out a heavy breath at his brother's words.

Donatello gave Leonardo a stare. The look on his face reminded Leo the face his brother would make when he felt incredibly guilty about something, even if it wasn't his fault.

"Leo, I didn't realize….." Donatello whispered low. "If I had seen his face…….I never would have……I didn't know who it was"

"It's okay Donnie," Leonardo responded, his breathing had finally slowed down. He faced his brother and put his hand on Donatello's shoulder to offer some reassurance. "It's like you said, you didn't see his face so you didn't know who it was."

A few seconds of silence passed as the three brothers looked at the figure lying on the rooftop. They were all speechless, including Michelangelo.

The silence was short-lived however. While the three turtles were gathered around their newly found brother, Casey kept a watchful eye. He was waiting to see what this guy was running from. "Guys," Casey interrupted them. "We're gonna' have some company soon if we don't get outta' here." Using his hockey stick, Casey pointed off into the distance. Lights were floating about, illuminating the rooftops. Helicopters were hovering over an area near by, looking for their mystery shooter.

Immediately Leonardo started to take charge again. Looking around he saw no hiding spots. "Okay guys, listen up. We need to get out of here and take," he paused for a moment considering what he was saying. "We need to take Raphael with us." That name sounded odd as it passed through his lips. He hadn't ever thought he was going to address someone with that name ever again. "Casey, Mike," the two looked at Leo as he spoke their names. "Get him down the fire escape, Donnie and I will bring the battle shell around. Donnie as soon as we get to the truck, get out the first aid kit. You gave him a heck of a knock to the head and you're going to need to stop the bleeding until it can be stitched up." Leonardo peered around and found the two items he was looking for. "Here," and he tossed the black hood to Casey. "Use this to stop the bleeding until Donnie can look at it." Leonardo then carefully placed the pistol into his belt and ran down the fire escape to catch up with his brother. Everyone nodded and moved into action, not thinking twice about what they had to do. Leonardo and Donatello raced ahead and returned swiftly with the Battle Shell. Donatello got out the necessary supplies as Leo backed into the alley.

With a little bit of difficulty, Casey and Michelangelo managed to get M down the fire escape and into the truck. They got him situated as Leo made the drive to the warehouse. The drive was longer than usual but Leo had no choice. He had to take a lot of detours from their usual route home, the helicopters were expanding in their search of the area and Leo didn't want to be spotted.

"Are we taking him back to the lair?" Casey questioned, as he moved into the passenger seat.

"We don't have much choice at this point Casey. He needs medical attention and it's pretty obvious a hospital is out of the question," Casey turned off to a side street again as a couple of patrol cars headed their way. "I am a concerned about what the authorities want with him."

"You got another car comin behind ya'. Pull over nice and slow like your getting out of his way. Maybe he won't pay us any attention."

Leonardo did as Casey suggested and the police blew by, lights flashing and sirens blaring. "Leo," Casey began again. "Don't you think it's odd that one person could call this much attention?"

"Yeah Case, I do." Leo thought for a moment. "He's got to be working for or with someone." Suddenly a thought occurred to him, "Get out that back pack he had and search through it. Find and destroy any electronics he's got. I want to make sure there's no way that whoever he's with, can trace his location."

Casey climbed out of his seat to the back of the truck and dumped out the contents of the bag. Michelangelo eyed him curiously, wondering what he was doing. Casey caught his eye and looked up. "Leo doesn't' want anyone to be able to find out where we are." Understanding what his friend just said, Michelangelo began to help him sift through the materials looking for anything that could give off a signal. Their search revealed the head set he was previously wearing and a small GPS device. Casey laid the items out on the floor and smashed them with his baseball bat, rendering them useless. Michelangelo continued sifting through the remaining items to make sure there was nothing else. All he found was a small first aid kit, shell casings, keys to a vehicle, a few extra clips for the pistol and a large roll of money.

Michelangelo let out a shrill whistle as he held up the cash roll. "What do you think he needs this for?"

Casey and Donatello eyed each other and looked back at Michelangelo. "Donnie," Casey began speaking again. "guns and a large wad of cash. That usually means one thing."

"Yeah," Donatello answered. He spoke words that made him feel sick to his stomach. "That our long lost brother could be a drug dealer."

Leo heard the conversation going in the background and growled at the thought. He was now angry with himself for even thinking it would be okay to bring Raphael here. Leo pulled the battle shell into the garage and opened up the back doors. Without speaking, he nodded once to Casey. In agreement Casey picked M up and slung him over his shoulder. He grunted at the weight placed on his back but kept going. Michelangelo grabbed his friends equipment bag and was followed by Donnie who picked up M's black backpack and it's contents. Soon everyone was in the elevator and the doors shut. The only noise was the hum it made as the capsule gently took everyone below ground. The doors hissed open and they walked into the main living area of their lair. Splinter heard the elevator and walked out to the large area to meet his sons and their friend. What he saw had him stunned.

His son! After all these years, his son was being returned to him. Splinter didn't even try to hold back the tears of joy as they fell down his face. Splinter followed as Casey and Donatello took M to the infirmary. Michelangelo and Leonardo just stood in silence for a moment as they watched everyone else walk away. Leonardo turned slowly to his youngest brother, "Mike?"

Michelangelo looked at Leo, he wanted to be excited about finding his brother but he saw the look on Leonardo's face. "What?" he said. Leonardo noted the concern and worry in his brother's voice.

"He didn't know me Mike. He didn't know who I was." Leo paused for a moment to let this new information sink in. "I'm sorry Mike. Raphael doesn't know us. And", he stressed, "it's possible he might be dealing in narcotics." Leonardo felt as something heavy was now resting on him, "The big question is, how do we tell Splinter."

Inside the infirmary, Donatello set to work. He had given M a good hit in the back of the head and it looked like it was going to require a few stitches. Splinter helped his son clean the area and mend the gash at the base of his skull.

"He's gonna' wake up with a heckuva headache," Casey grinned slightly.

Donatello just stopped at the comment Casey made and hung his head. Realizing what he had just done, Casey tried to apologize. "Donnie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that…….."

"It's okay Casey." Donatello turned to start cleaning up the medical supplies. Splinter placed a hand on Donatello's shoulder.

"My son, what happened?" Splinter looked at Donatello for a moment. His smile told his son that whatever had happened it would be okay.

Donatello took a deep breath to calm himself a little. Casey whispered to him, "Don, I can tell him if you want."

Donatello smiled and shook his head no. He turned toward Splinter and admitted that he was the one who caused the injury to Raphael. Splinter stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "You did what you had to do Donatello. You were only protecting Leonardo. I would expect you to do no less."

Donatello let out a breath and relaxed for a minute as he finished putting the supplies away. Splinter continued to speak. "I am concerned however. Raphael obviously did not recognize your brother. I doubt he will know us when he awakens. We should be prepared for that."

"Agreed Sensei," Leonardo's voice came from the doorway. Michelangelo was standing behind him. "I also wonder who he was working for. There's no way he could be on his own. Someone is bound to be looking for him." Leo paused for a moment, there was no good way to say it, "Sensei?"

Splinter looked up from his place next to Raphael. "Yes Leonardo? What is it that concerns you?"

Leonardo breathed deep, "There were some items in his backpack, items that have us all thinking that Raphael was doing something illegal. Plus, there were police all over the place, more than likely looking for him," and Leo pointed to the mutant on the medical table. "I'm sorry Master Splinter, but right now, all evidence points to the fact that our brother could very well be a drug dealer of sorts."

"Hey guys," Casey interrupted. "Am I the only one who thinks it's odd that this guy is a foot taller than the rest of you and DOESN'T have a shell? Are you sure this is your brother?"

"I am sure Mr. Jones. This is my son. As for the explanation to his height and no shell, we will have to wait and ask him when he awakens."

"And the other items?" Donatello asked.

"We will give him a chance to explain that as well," Splinter answered. "I do not wish to jump to conclusions about what he was doing with those materials."

"Yes Master Splinter," Leonardo answered. "Michelangelo, you and Casey go check the monitors and make sure we weren't followed. I want to take a look at exactly what he was carrying."

Jake and Caitlin finished speaking with the police and made their way back to the vehicle. They were both smiling at how well things went. When they were outside, away from the police, Jake began to speak freely. "The kids plan went off without a hitch, Caitlin. I told you he was good."

"I take it your proud of him?" Caitlin eyed Jake as he opened the door of the truck for her.

"Oh yeah!" he answered emphatically. "Now I just need to call him and make sure he got back to the rendezvous point ok." He turned to flip on a few switches on the console and eyed them for a moment. He tapped on them and stared at them again as if he expected the sensors to suddenly change their mind. "Oh man."

"What's wrong?" Caitlin asked. She didn't like the sudden change in the tone of his voice. Things were definitely not right.

"According to this sensor here," he pointed to a flashing light on the monitor. "The kid is about two miles off from the rendezvous point. What's even more puzzling is that his bike," and he pointed to another blinking light on the display screen, "is still where he left it. It hasn't moved."

"You don't think he's been hurt do you?" Caitlin was now staring at the little red dot, hoping that if she stared at it long enough, it was start moving around.

"There's a good chance of it. His signal hasn't budged." Jake started the truck up and immediately headed out.

"Where are we going?" Caitlin asked. She was getting really worried now.

"I'm taking you back to the station. If there's something wrong or someone's got him, I'm going to need some supplies. I want you to change and grab some first aid supplies just in case he's hurt."

"Jake…." Caitlin stammered. "I don't know…..I can't….."

"It's okay Caitlin." Jake gripped her hand tightly with his. He continued driving with his left hand as he spoke. "Look, I don't want you getting hurt and I don't know what we're heading into, but I don't know how badly the kid is hurt either. He's gonna' need us both, "he emphasized. "Just stay with me and do exactly what I tell you. I'll make sure no one hurts you." He gave her one more squeeze and smiled at her, trying to reassure her that every thing would be okay. Caitlin nodded in agreement as they pulled into the station. Witching a few minutes, they were back in the truck, following M's signal.

was not. Was too. Was not! Was too! WAS NOT! WAS TOO! Waph. Eww that's disgusting. If you do not do as you are told you will be terminated. Was not. Was too.

Please sensei. I promise to not to ask for anything ever again. Waph. Waph. Waaaph!

M looked around but couldn't see anything, wherever he was, it was pitch black. He kept hearing voices. They didn't make any sense. It was like all these different voices were fighting for his attention, floating around his head. They kept getting louder and louder, trying to shove each other out of the way. The voices kept increasing and became nothing more than a noise.

Splinter watched his son as he stirred in the bed. It was obvious the sleep he was getting was not restful. He sent Donatello and Casey out in case Raphael woke up. He thought it would be best if there were only one person in the room when he regained consciousness. Leonardo didn't want leave his sensei alone, especially if they weren't sure how Raphael was going to react. Splinter assured him that it would be alright. He was concerned that Raphael might feel threatened if there were five figures in the room with him, instead of just one. Being able to do nothing else, Leonardo complied with his father's wishes and left the room.

He, Michelangelo, and Casey went about checking all the cameras and the security system just to be on the safe side. Donatello agreed with Leonardo that someone was bound to be looking for their brother and thought it best that they ere on the side of caution.

M's body jerked a bit and he moved a little more. What the? Where am I? Another voice raced passed him. Who's there? he yelled into the darkness. He peered off into the distance and saw a small figure waving at him. WAIT! he called out again. M decided to go after whoever it was that was waving for him. He walked in the direction of the individual he had seen. The more he moved the lighter it got and soon he found himself in a maze of tunnels. Hello? he called out. The faint sound of laughter answered his shout. He picked up his pace and continued in the direction of what he thought was a child.

M moved even more, his arms and legs twitching about. Splinter thought he might be waking up. The voices in M's head kept increasing in volume and he couldn't take it anymore. In an instant he sat up in bed, so quickly he almost startled Splinter. The rat just stood silently, allowing his son to take in the room around him. M looked around and stopped when his eyes settled on the rat. He remembered the rat from his dreams so he wasn't too surprised when he saw him. "Great," he grumbled. "I leave on freagin' nightmare and come in on another on." He tried to get out of bed and stand but Splinter stopped him.

"You are not dreaming. Please," he spoke softly. "You've had quite a hit to the head. I suggest you do not try to get up just yet."

"So if I ain't dreamin' and you're real, where am I?" M gingerly rubbed the stitched up area and nodded in agreement. He hated to admit it but he wasn't going anywhere in the condition he was in at the moment. "Ugh. My head. What happened?"

"You do not remember?" Splinter approached him with a cup of tea. M was hesitant to take it. "It will help with the headache you are having. It is safe to drink. We will not hurt you." He lifted the cup up to M. "Please, it will make you fell better."

M took the cup and sniffed at it and his nose crinkled up. It was definitely not the best smelling cup of tea and the taste wasn't any better. He made and interesting face and a bit of a "bleah" noise when he swallowed it.

Splinter stifled a chuckle at his son's face.

"What's so funny?" M eyed him suspiciously. This guy was a little odd as far as he was concerned. He decided it was time to get some answers. For starters, why did he keep seeing this rat in his dreams? And when he said, "we" did he mean the other turtles that were there as well?

Splinter took the tea cup after M finished and grinned at him. "You never did like the taste of this particular tea. Even when you were a child and sustained injuries, I had a hard time getting you to drink it." Splinter laughed a little more when he thought back. "I believe you called it 'poo water."

M eyed him suspiciously and struggled once more to get off the bed. "How would you know?" He steadied himself as he tried to stand. Splinter offered M some support but he waved it off and leaned on the table instead. It was obvious he was not going to stay in the bed where he belonged. "What did you mean by 'we?"

"I know things about you," Splinter stayed close to his son as he stumbled his way out of the infirmary, "because you are my son, Raphael. And by we, I mean myself and," he paused as they came into the main room, "your brothers."

M looked up and saw the three turtles from his past dreams looking at him. "oh shii…" he felt the room start to spin and was about to fall when a pair of arms caught him. He looked up to see a face that was not familiar to him at all. The human smiled at him and helped him to stand.

"Easy bro' I don't think Donnie wants you up and walking just yet." M became even more confused when Casey spoke. He allowed Casey to help him to the couch and he sat down with his head in his hands.

M looked back at the large rat and questioned him. "He just called me bro. Does that mean……?"

Splinter stifled a laugh at large turtle's question and M looked around to see everyone smiling at him, except for the one in the blue bandanna. He looked at M as if he was sizing him up, waiting to see what he would do next. Splinter spoke again to clear up some of Raphael's obvious confusion. "Casey is not related in a sense that your brothers are," and he pointed to the other turtles. "But he has become a part of our family."

M just kept staring at the one in the blue bandanna. He didn't like how this guy was looking at him. "What!" he finally asked out of irritation.

Taking the direct approach, Leonardo tossed the backpack onto the coffee table in front of M, its contents spilling out upon landing. M eyed the items he had packed earlier and noticed some had been smashed. "Care to explain all that stuff," Leonardo said grimly. "And an explanation of these would be nice," and he held up the wad of money and pistol.

"You broke my stuff! What's your freagin' pro………………." M's words were cut off by a loud alarm. A siren was blaring overhead, alerting everyone to an intruder in the tunnels. Donatello ran over to the cameras to see exactly where the intruders were. "Leo!" he called out. "They're in the main tunnel heading straight for the door!"

"Foot!"

"No. Some guy in a black stealth suit just like Raphael is wearing. He's got a girl with him. She doesn't look armed. She's just carrying a backpack." Donatello looked over to his older brother.

"And the man?" Leo asked.

"He's carrying a pistol, Leo. He doesn't look happy." Donatello responded. "We need to figure out a way to keep them out of here."

Leonardo agreed. "Casey, Mike. Come with me. Maybe we can lead these two on chase in the sewers and get them confused as to where they are."

"It won't work," a voice stated matter of factly.

Leo glared at the larger turtle as Splinter brought an ice pack to him. "Why," he asked through gritted teeth.

M smirked at the evident irritation on the turtles face. He held up his left hand so that everyone could see the back of it. He pointed to a small scar with his right. "Tracking chip under my skin. Lead 'em anywhere you want. They'll just end up back here."

"Who are they!" Leonardo demanded. "What do they want?"

"They're here for me, genius. It's Jake and Caitlin. They ain't gonna' hurt anyone so you might as well just let them in." M went back to cradling his head in his hands. He turned to Donatello at the monitors, "Is the alarm really necessary now?"

Leonardo looked questioningly at his sensei as Donatello turned off the alarm.

Splinter spoke after the noise was turned off. "Leonardo, go into the tunnels and stop them. If they want to see your brother, they will relinquish any weapons and equipment they have. There is no sense in blindfolding them since they are so close."

"Yes sensei. Mike, Casey, Don. Let's go." The blue clad turtle led the other three out into the tunnels to intercept the intruders.

As they left, M turned his attention back to the rat at his side. "Uptight kind of guy isn't he."

Splinter just smiled and went to get his son another cup of tea for his headache.

Jake and Caitlin were trekking carefully through the sewers. "I don't understand Jake. What would he be doing down here? Are you sure you're picking up the right signal?"

Jake shook his head yes and helped Caitlin around a slippery area. "Be careful," he warned. They got past a corner and the signal in the portable tracking unit became stronger. "We're definitely close. So close infact," the beeping was louder, "that I'd say we were right on top of him."

"That can't be possible," Caitlin answered back. "The tunnel dead ends about fifty feet away and there's no sign of him. We must have taken a wrong turn." Caitlin was gripping Jake's arm now. She was getting scared of where they were. The cold dark tunnels were not a friendly place and the fact that their young friend was no where to be found was not helping her calm down any.

SWISH! Something breezed by the two humans. "What was that!" Caitlin was now holding onto Jake with both hands. She was gripping his arm so tight; he thought she might cut his circulation off.

SWISH! Again there was that sound but from a different direction. "Get behind me Caitlin." Jake ordered quietly. SWISH! SWISH! A third and fourth time and again from another direction. In an effort to protect her, Jake spread his arms out and positioned Caitlin between himself and a wall. "I don't know who's out there, but we don't mean any harm!" he called out. "We're just looking for someone. …….a friend!"

"Put the gun down!" a voice called from in front of them.

"Show yourself!" Jake answered back.

"Put the gun down and we'll talk," the voice yelled back.

"Casey," Leo whispered. "Walk out real easy and try to talk to this guy. If it's who Raphael says he is, you may be able to talk to him. He said his name was Jake."

"What are you nuts!" Casey was not happy about the idea. "The guys got a freagin' gun. I got a hockey stick. Who do you think is gonna win that one?" Casey pointed to the pistol that was still in Jake's hand.

"Casey," Michelangelo whispered. "We've got you covered. Leo's right. They won't freak at the sight of another human down here. We'll keep a close watch on him."

Casey agreed and began to walk into the light. "I'm comin' out. Don't shoot!" He walked out with his hands up to show he wasn't going to hurt them. Caitlin relaxed a little when she saw another human walk out. Jake didn't have the same reaction. He counted at least three noises and right now he only saw one person. What about the others?

"You Jake?" Casey stood there casually, his hands now hanging down at his side. He waited for a moment before he asked again. "I said…."

"Yeah, I'm Jake. Who are you and how do you know my name? Who else is in this tunnel with you?" Jake hadn't lowered his gun yet and wasn't going to until he got some answers.

"Look man, I'm Casey and…." He took in a deep breath, Leo wasn't going to like his next statement but he had to gain this guys trust if he was going to lower his weapon. "There are three other guys out here with me. They're gonna' come out now but they ain't gonna' hurt ya. They're brothers of that friend of yours."

Leo cursed himself under his breath. Leave it to Casey to try something rash. He would definitely have a talk with him later, when things calmed down.

"Yo Mike!" Casey called out. "C'mon out and show yourself. Let these guys see who you are." Casey looked intently at Jake. "Look," he spoke low and calmly. "You gotta' lower that gun. We aren't going to get anywhere until you point it at the ground."

Jake agreed. He lowered his gun and could feel Caitlin beginning to relax behind him. "Alright," he spoke. "Now, who are these other guys you are talking about?"

"Mike?" Casey spoke again.

Michelangelo looked at Leo who hesitated but nodded for him to walk out. "Put your weapons up." He whispered to him. Michelangelo walked out to the opening in the tunnel and into the dim light around the humans. He closed his eyes for a moment, a habitual reaction he acquired. Most humans would scream when they saw him or his brothers. Realizing what he was doing he stopped. If these guys are really here for Raph, they aren't gonna freak when they see me. Coming to this conclusion, he adopted his friendliest pose and grinned wide, waving to Jake and Caitlin. "Hi." He said cheerfully.

Almost immediately, Caitlin smiled back and shook her head in disbelief. "Unreal," she said as she walked out from behind Jake. "The kid really does have brothers." Caitlin walked over to Michelangelo and smiled at him. Surprisingly, she stuck out her hand and introduced herself. "Hi, yourself. I'm Caitlin."

Michelangelo cheerfully shook her hand and responded in kind. "Michelangelo. But you can call me Mikey. Everybody else does."

Leo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw everyone had relaxed a bit. He dropped down from the ceiling as Donatello came out from behind the corner. "I'm Leonardo," he said, almost startling the two. "And this," and he pointed to the end of the tunnel "is Donatello. I'm sorry, but we are going to have to ask you to relinquish your weapon." Jake looked at his pistol for a moment, forgetting it was still in his hand. He eyed Leonardo suspiciously but agreed. He just wanted to see his little brother and make sure he was okay. Leonardo understood how hard it was for him, "It's just a precautionary measure I assure you. We won't hurt you. You have my word."

"Very well," Jake agreed. He pushed a button that made the clip drop out from the butt of the gun and pulled back on the slide so that the bullet in the chamber came out as well. The pops and clicks made the three turtles jump and they pulled out their weapons. Realizing what he had just done, Jake apologized. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. I was just unloading it." He flipped the gun around and handed it to Leonardo.

Leonardo took the pistol and indicated with a turn of his head. "Follow us."

With Leonardo and Donatello in the front and Casey and Michelangelo in the back, the two humans were escorted into the lair. When they got inside they were astounded. The main living area was huge with high ceilings and a walkway around the edge. There was a small pond with a bridge across it in the middle of the room. They looked over at the couch and saw M sitting and talking to what looked like a giant rat.

"Sensei?" Leonardo interrupted.

M and Splinter both looked up from the area where they were sitting. M managed a smile but not a large one. His head was still a little sore. Caitlin immediately ran over to him and dumped her backpack on the ground by his feet.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She quickly asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little knock to the head." M responded.

"Let me see" and he turned a bit so she could get a look at the back of his head. She pulled back the gauze to see his injury. "Nice work." She said almost surprised. "Who stitched you up?"

Splinter decided to interrupt. "His brother, Donatello, takes care of our medical needs."

Caitlin and Jake fell silent for moment. They knew that this was always a possibility, but it still seemed odd. They were faced with a question of what to do now.

And I'm going to stop here because I am faced with the same question as above and am not quite sure what to do myself. I'll have it worked out soon. I promise.