*singed - not sing-ed like singing, but singed as in burnt. If this isn't the correct way to spell it, please let me know.

I rush in through the fire and smoke. No doubt the fire started here. Even less doubt that the Shredder did it himself. Or had Hun do it. Whatever. I call out, "Yo! Anyone in here!"

"Over…here…" someone's voice strains.

I rush towards the man to find none other than, "Baxter Stockman?"

"Baxter Stockman?" Donnie echoes in my ear, "Lexi, what are you-"

"Gotta go, Don, thanks," I state, moving the ear piece from my face. I look at the pinned scientist and have second thoughts about saving him. The dude has literally tried to kill me and my family dozens of times, works for the Shredder and is an all around evil dude. Still, he's defenseless and there is absolutely no honor in killing a defenseless man. And, in this case, leaving him to die is the same as killing him.

"Please, I'm stuck," he begs.

"Yeah, no kidding," I look at the large support beam that's fallen on top of him. I want to ask exactly what happened, but if I'm being honest, I don't actually care. I've got to find something for leverage. That's what Donnie would do anyway. A metal pole sits off to the side and I drag it over, propping it up on a metal trash can that I can only pray is strong enough. Wedging the pole under the side, I push down until the beam over the scientist starts to lift. He scurries out from under it and I let the heavy thing drop with a metallic bang. "Whew," I sink to the floor.

"Thank you," he stammers, "You…you saved my life."

"Don't mention it," I grimace, "Please. Not to anyone. Ever…Can you get outside alight? There are still more people here."

"Yes, thank you," he brushes grime off his lab coat, "I think I can manage."

I nod once and he takes off, jumping at every noise. Another loud boom registers through the building and I grimace, pulling the mic back down, "Yo, Don. Still there?"

"Alexandria, you get your shell…butt out of there, right now," I hear my oldest brother shout into the headset.

Uh oh. "Sorry, Leo. Can I talk to Don please?"

"No, you may no-" I hang up on him and quickly call Mikey.

"Hello? This is the Mikester speaking," my closest brother answers sing-songy.

"Mikey, can you please get Don?" I ask frantically.

He laughs, "You are in serious trouble, you know that?"

"Yeah, whatever. Can you please hurry?" I roll my eyes. As an after thought, I add, "The building is kind of falling down around me."

This gets him to pick up the pace as I hear Donnie come back, "Lexi, I swear-"

"No time," I cough, "Where are the others?"

"Two floors up," he groans, "You'd better hurry. I'm watching the news. That building is going to fall down any second."

I rush up two flights of stairs, dodging burning pieces of wood and coughing out smoke, "Where are the stinkn' fire fighters?"

"They're on rout, but there's serious traffic," Donnie sounds worried, "There's no way they'll get there in time." The way his voice sounds, it's no doubt he put me on speaker phone.

"She needs to get out of there," Leo huffs in the background.

This, of course, leads to another voice that is neither Mikey nor Leo, but Raph, "Let me talk to her. I'll get her out of there."

I ignore him, "Which room?"

"Two doors down, on the left," Donnie urges.

I rush inside, yelling, "Yo! Who's in here!" When I'm not met with any responses, I assume the worst, "Where Donnie?"

"There's three, they should be right in front of you," he explains. I rush forward, checking desks to find three workers passed out - probably from smoke inhalation. I groan and look around the room. I seriously doubt I can carry any of them. I curse at myself knowing Raph could easily carry all three of them at once and maybe even a fourth. Leo could easily take two and Don and Mike could probably carry at least one a piece. And even if I could carry them, there's no way I can make three trips up here before the building collapses. I have to find another way. "Okay, so, I don't mean to rush, but you've got about two minutes before that place falls to the ground."

"That's it," I hear Raph growl in the background, "I'm gonna go get her."

He doesn't say anything after that. Which means he's on his way. Which means I need to hurry 'for he comes here and drags me out by my hair. I rush to the other side of the room and grab the window curtains that thankfully haven't been too *singed. The fabric falls to the ground next to the unconscious people. The unconscious people that look scarily dead. But that's not important right now. I roll each of their bodies onto the sheet and tie the bottom around their legs so they stay secure.

Tugging on the end, I thank all that is good that I'm at least strong enough for this next part. I slide them across the room and out the door, "Lex?" Don asks, "What are you doing? There's a giant mass of heat signatures moving."

"Yeah," I grunt, "I'm kind of pulling them out. Quick question, though, got any ideas for how I can get them down the stairs?"

"Um," he hesitates, "Let me think."

"Yeah, if you could hurry, that'd be great," I groan, pulling the three grown ups along. The smoke grows thick again with more booms and shakes. Don wasn't kidding. This place is coming down any minute. I near the stairs and Donnie still hasn't gotten back to me, "Got anything?"

"Maybe," he mutters.

"I'll take it," I nod, looking over the railing. It's a long way down.

"Got any rope?" he asks.

I look around and see a fire hose. How good that thing would have been to see ten minutes ago. I grab it, "How about a fire hose?"

"That'll work," he confirms a little surprised. He's probably wondering why I didn't use that in the first place. And Leo is there too. Maybe even Splinter. I'll no doubt be getting a talk about paying attention to my surroundings, "Okay, so make sure they're all secure in whatever you're using to pull them, attach the hose to them tightly and lower them to the ground."

"Sounds simple enough," I huff. I shake my head, piling them on top of each other and wrapping the hose around their feet several times over. I seriously hope this thing is strong enough. Jeez, I hope I'm strong enough. "Okay," I say more to myself, but end up getting a response from Don.

"You've got this, just take it nice and easy," he soothes.

"Right," I nod, propping them against the railing, "Nice and - whoa!"