Not a new story, sorry. Still cleaning up things.

Please read bottom author's note. Thank you!

Raph slammed his fists on the table. Mikey jumped and Donnie was too spaced out to notice. Or care.

Leo would have reprimanded Raph for hitting something outside the dojo.

But Leo was the reason why Raph was hitting something outside the dojo. Or, lack of Leo.

It had been a week too long. A week since Leo had been missing.

Bishop didn't have him.

Shredder didn't have him.

Hun definitely didn't have him.

They'd checked. Twice.

"We can't just sit around, doing nothing! We've got to think of something, something we haven't tried, if we just-"

"We've tried everything, Raph! Do you think we would be sitting here if we had any idea on what to do?"

Mikey blinked the tears away. They had been like this all week. Without Leo, Donnie had stepped up as leader and Raph had turned his attention to him.

Mikey stood up. "I'm going to look for him again."

Raph reached an arm out. "Mike, it's too dangerous, Donnie, tell him!"

Don stood up as well. "We'll go with you. Three pairs of eyes are better than one." He glanced at Raph. "And this way, we'll be doing something."

Mikey nodded and followed his brothers out the door.

It had been hours. Mikey's legs were complaining, but he told them to be quiet. It was time to look for Leo.

Raph had gone in the van, Donnie had taken to the air with the glider wings, and Mikey was on foot. They had agreed to radio silence unless one of them found something, so Mikey's complete focus was on finding his brother.

He took a running leap to the next building. It was old, and even the roof looked unstable. Nevertheless, Mikey jumped through an opened window on the side to check it out.

The smell of dust and mold had him covering his beak in disgust. It was too dark to see anything, but he peeked over the edge of the balcony anyway.

He hadn't expected to see a faint light. He really hadn't expected to hear muffled talking.

Mikey jumped to the next floor down silently until he reached the one with the light. The basement.

It was coming from under a door. The muffled talking had gotten quieter.

It sounded like... pleading? One voice was loud and insistent, while the other was quiet and subdued. Wait. Mikey knew that voice.

His first instinct was to barge in there, nunchaku blazing. But common sense said to call for backup before doing anything stupid.

Mikey sneaked off down the hall to call his brothers.

"Donnie?"

"Mike, I thought I said-"

"I think I found him."

Silence. Then,

"Where are you? Is he okay? Have you called Raph yet; is he with you? How bad is it?"

"Slow down, I think he's hurt, but I don't know, bro. There's someone in there with him."

"Okay. Mikey, don't do anything stupid. I'll call Raph, wait right there so I can track you."

"Okay. I'm in the basement."

"Be careful, Mike."

And the line was cut. Mikey sighed. He never liked waiting around. And with Leo so close... But no. Don had said to wait. And Mikey had no idea what was going on in there...

He crept back to the door to listen. The voices hadn't changed. Maybe there was only one guy in there?

"No! No, stop! Stop it!"

Mikey broke down the door before he knew what he was doing. His nunchaku were in his hands.

He gasped at the sight. Leo was chained sloppily to the floor by his wrists and ankles, spread out. His mask and gear were gone, and the fear was evident on his face by the way he grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. Some of Leo's sick lay off to the side.

There was so much blood. It was impossible to tell where one cut started and another ended; the green skin had been turned red by the cuts made. Leo's muscles seemed to spasm every once in a while.

The man stood up in shock at the new arrival. He dropped the knife he was holding and backed up until he hit the wall. It wasn't anyone Mikey knew, but he wasn't about to let the guy off easy. He just had to wait for his brothers.

Mikey knelt down next to Leo and brushed a hand over a spot on his face that was clear of cuts. Leo flinched away and muffled a cry.

Mikey felt his anger rise. No one hurt his brother like this. He stood up slowly, noting the blood that now stained his knees. Leo's blood.

He stalked to the man in the corner. "What did you do." He growled.

The man stumbled to a stand in his corner. "It was in pain. I'm fixing it."

"No!" Mikey yelled. The man shrunk back in fear. "His name is Leonardo! He is not an it. If anyone needs fixing here it's you."

Mikey glanced back at his brother. His eyes fell on the needles against the wall. Realization dawned on him.

"You drugged him." It wasn't a question. "You drugged by brother."

The man held his arms up in surrender. "N-no! It's medicine! It makes you feel better!"

Mikey took his tanto out and held it threateningly close to the man's neck. "What is it, exactly?"

"Uh," The man gulped. "I-its... what they give you at the corner of 8th. Some of what they have at 15th."

Mikey's face darkened. "You don't know?" He growled lowly. "You don't even know what you did to him?"

The tanto began to dig into the man's neck by now.

"Mikey?" A voice called out.

Mikey only growled and glared harder at the man.

"Mike?" Raph was behind him now. He could hear Donnie working on the chains. He could also hear the way Leo whimpered at the movements.

"He injected him with some kind of cocktail, I don't know what. And then he tried to bleed him." Mikey drew his tanto back into his belt. Raph would decide what to do. If it were up to Mikey, the man would be dead.

He turned back to Donnie, who was just now finding the needle marks.

Leo spasmed again. Mikey helped Donnie stand him up. They could get him to the van outside.

Mikey heard Raph unsheathe his sai.

He and Donnie were outside the room with Leo now.

The man screamed, but it was cut short. A thud.

Mikey should have felt something. Remorse, maybe. But he didn't feel that. Didn't feel anything. Raph caught up with them with Leo's things. His once-blue mask was now mostly a rust color from the blood on it, and his swords needed cleaning.

Leo whimpered again and Donnie assured they would be there soon.

Raph ran ahead and opened the side door of the van once they reached the outside. Leo groaned in pain as they lowered him down. Raph took the wheel and Donnie checked Leo's vitals.

He had a raised heartbeat, his pupils were dilated, and the spasms weren't getting much better.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah, Mikey. He's gonna be okay. Give it a couple weeks, and he'll be back to normal." Donnie answered.

Mikey could feel Don lying. Leo wouldn't be perfectly back to normal in a few weeks. He'd be jittery, sore, and sick. Mikey had seen the druggies in the alleyways. He knew what withdrawal was.

And yeah, maybe in a month Leo would be okay. He'd still have fits of anxiety and stress. He'd still get spams sometimes.

But it was Leo. Leo was strong.

And Mikey knew they would be okay. Raph would be okay. Donnie would be okay. Leo would be okay.

He wished they could be better than just 'okay.'

But Mikey would take what he could get. As long as they were 'okay' together.

Alright, let's try this one more time. I deleted the chapters I hate. Please go read the author's note in the first chapter if you have not seen it already. I debated deleting this whole account just because this writing is all horrendous. Decided to keep it for sentimental reasons.