Disclaimer I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They belong to Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman. The oc are the I created.

After the policemen arrested the Purple Dragons, two police officers came up to me and offered me a ride home. After everything that happen to me tonight, how can I refuses the offer? But, I'm starting to think that I should have reconsidered the offer.

Right now, I'm in the backseat in police car with middle-aged old man and a curly-haired rookie, who could be in his early thirties, but I don't really know. What I do know that no one had talk in the last twenty minutes. It was only a thirty minutes drive back to Brooklyn, but the silence didn't help at all, it only made the car ride seem longer. I knew should had gone on the ferry.

Despite the awkward silence, there was couple things on my mind. Who was the guy who saved me? Why did he not want to be seen? Where did he go? And why do I still have the sai in my purse? I should had turn in to police, but I don't what came over me. I didn't want the guy saved me get in trouble, but I don't be in trouble for hiding evidence to a crime scene, I am technically like criminal now. All I have to do is keep my mouth and everything will-

"Hey, how you are doing?"

The sudden voice snaps me out of my reverie and I almost hit my head on the car ceiling. I look up and I see the curly-haired rookie looking at me with big eyes like I'm going to drop kick him all the way to China Town. I took a deep breath and I know I'm not on the streets, I'm in a safe place.

"Sorry," I apologize. "I guess I'm bit jumpy."

"It's alright, after getting almost nab by the Purple Dragons can leave you little tense."

Nab?

"I thought they were just trying to mug me." I say. "Why would they want to nab me?"

"Well, I don't know, really," he scratches his head. "Lately, the Purple Dragons have been kidnapping random people off the streets and-"

"Eastman," a stern voice echoes in the car. "That's classified information and that is only for the NYPD to know, not civilians. We do not want to get this out to the public."

"Sorry, Laird," he apologizes to the middle-aged man who is driving the car. "It slip my mind."

Perfect. That's just what I need, not only I have to look in every corner from now on, but if my mom ever finds out, she would make me quit my job at the Reach and that's the last thing I want. We need the money. I won't let her. She had always taken care of me when I was little, and, now it's my turn to take care of her.

Besides, the money I made at the Reach finally gives us enough money to move to Manhattan next week. I can't give up now. We're almost there.

"So, did you see them?" The officer called Eastman whispers to me.

"See who?" I ask back.

"The Green Men."

The what?

"Eastman!" Officer Laird scolds his curly-haired partner. "Don't fill this poor girl's head with your imaginary stories about green-skinned men."

"But it's true!" he protests and turns back to me. "Three years ago, some little green men came up to our car in an armored truck and threw a bunch of money at us!" I look at him like he is crazy. There's no way, men can have green skin. It's Impossible.

"Sorry, I didn't see who came to save me. It happen so quick." The officer sulks that it's wasn't the green men who saved me tonight. It soon became quiet in the police car again. I left my thoughts wander back to the one who rescued me and how he was gone in flash. Also I think back how I saw someone poking out of the sewers. I wonder if he was the one saved me. If he did, I want to thank him for saving me.

"We are here," announces Officer Laird. "Sunny Side Apartments."

"What so sunny about it?" mumbles Officer Eastman.

He's right. My mother and I live in the bad part of Brooklyn. Before I got my job at the Reach, my mom had to work two shifts a night to afford ourselves. Not to mention, I was known as a child prodigy back when I was a kid and started college at the age of twelve, therefore, I had put a lot stress on my mom, so I could continue college. I'm gradually returning the favor to my mom, she deserves it.

Silently, I open the car door and slowly made my way to the stairs leading up to the apartments. The policemen tag along right behind me as I lead them up on three flight of stairs. My apartment is on the left end of the last floor of the stairs. I made no attempt to knock on the door, I don't know how to explain to my mom that I was almost mugged/kidnapped by the Purple Dragons, the most violent gang in New York City. The older policeman reaches up behind me and knocks on the door. I can hear her scuffling inside. Crap! I'm not ready for this.

The door swings open to show my mother. A small gasp comes from the curly-haired officer. That's the usual reaction when people first meet my mom. See, I'm biracial, and my mother is Japanese, but the only thing we share is the same olive skin.

I got most of my traits from dad; he was Caucasian. 'Was' is the key word. My father died in a car accident. I was only nine years old when he died. His death hit me and my mom hard, but somehow we made it through. My mom says I look a lot like him. The same dark brown hair and pale blue eyes.

Ever since my dad died, my mom turns into overprotective parent and she haven't change since.

"Mona Lisa, what's going on?" Her voice comes out panicked. Her eyes alternate with the police officers and me. "What happen?"

"Your daughter came across a couple of Purple Dragons and-" says Officer Eastman.

"What?!" my mother cuts him off. Her eyes become wide as dinner plates and her expression is heart-wrenching. I'm literally going to kill him. The last thing I want to do is to make my mother worry about me.

"But," interjects Officer Laird and he sends a glare to his partner. "We got there in time and your daughter is alright. There's nothing to worry about."

"I see," my mom let out a sigh. "Thank you, officers. I'll take everything from here now." Then she gives the officers a nod telling they can go and it soon was just me and my mother left alone. My mother turns to me and gave me a look that says 'get inside now.' Obediently, I step into our apartment, all cramp and dingy. This is why I actually like my work place so much, because anything is better than this crapsack apartment.

I hear the door shuts quietly and I bite my tongue for the upcoming argument we are about to have. I slowly turn around and saw my mom with her arms cross around her chest .

"I knew having that job would be dangerous," she says sternly. I say nothing when she this angry, there's no way of fighting back. "The last thing I want for you is to get hurt. Tomorrow, I want you to call the Reach and tell them you're resigning."

"No!" I shout. "Because of my job, we finally have enough money to move to Manhattan next week. Why do you want to throw it all away?" I look at her straight into the eye of her piercing gray eyes. "This is what we work for. What you work for."

"I know," she says, and she runs a hand through her hair, frustrated. "But if it's going to put you in harm's way, maybe it's better if we stay here. Where it's safe."

"Mom," I say gently, then I walk over to her by the front door and I take hold of her hands. "We live in New York City, there will always be danger no matter where we go."

"I only want you to be safe," she says, quietly. "If anything happens to you..." she was unable to finish the sentence. Despite her being overprotective, she does have her reasons being so. When my dad died, it almost killed her. I'm all she's has left, and she is to me, too.

"I know, Mom," I say, I pull my mom into a tight hug. "Just you wait Mom, one more week and then we'll have all we ever dreamed of."

"Mona Lisa, we're moving to a loft above an abandoned old firehouse." she chuckles. "How is that all we ever dreamed of?"

"At least it'll be ours, anything is better than this crapatrment." I pull back to press my forehead to my Mom's. I closed my eyes. "Mom, let me keep my job. Let me do this for you."

She makes a sigh of defeat. "I can't change your mind, can I? You are dead set for me to have my own shop, aren't you?" She looks up at me and smirks.

"Yes," I smirk back. "Just think about it, Mom, all our hard work is finally paying off. Soon, you'll be the most finest seamstress in New York City and people will be lining up at your shop just to have your finest dresses."

"What about you?"

This is a surprise. "Me?" I never really thought about myself too much. I usually focus too much in my work or my mother's dream. I'm not sure what I want. "I'm not really sure."

"Surely there's something you that want, Mona Lisa." She breaks apart from the hug and she goes over where I call it her work area. Over there is her sewing machine and various colors of fabric all cramped over into one little table. Over by her table is four sets of mannequins, one's wearing a sky blue colored dress with a deep cut in the back. Around the waist there's a sash wrapped around it that it's ties into a bow. The fabric shimmers like tiny stars sew together into a dress. It's beautiful. But a dress that fancy is probably for one of her customers.

She removes the dress off the mannequin and walks over back to me. Then she holds the dress up to me to take it. I just stare back and forth at the dress and her. I'm not sure what's going on.

"I always dream for you to meet someone, and fall in love." she says gently. "Just like your father and I did. And one day, I make you wear the most beautiful dress I ever made for you. A wedding dress on your wedding day."

My eyes widen. I never really thought about love before, I never really have time for it. I didn't have any friends when I was growing up, so I never thought a boy in that way.

"That's really nice, Mom, but," I walk away from my mom and move closer to my bedroom door. "I don't really have time for that."

"But-"

"It's getting late," I cut her off. "I have a lot of work to do in the morning, so I need to wake up early tomorrow."

"Alright," she says numbly. She looks disappointed like that dress was meant for me.

I turn my back to her and reach for the door knob. Just when I pull it open-

"Mona Lisa," her voice stops me completely. I was so close. I don't want to hear this conversation anymore "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Take your pick. The one with the sai, that was still in my purse, I found in the middle of the street where I was almost mugged. The thing I saw poking out of the sewers. Or the story about the Green Men told by lunatic police officer.

"Nope!" I finally say, my voice comes out shrill. I quickly open the door and enter inside my room. I poke my head out of the door. "There's nothing else to talk about. Night, Mom!"

"Good night, Mona Lisa." She says wearily. I slowly shut the door behind me and I'm left alone to my thoughts. Will this night ever end?

All the energy drains out of me and I lean against the wood. I slide down the door to the ground. I'm so tired but I'm still restless. I grab my purse and reach for the sai and take it out of my purse. I look at it as it's the answer to all my questions. I left out a frustrated sigh and I got up from the floor and walk over to my mirror.

My eyes meet the girl in the mirror with the same pale blue as mine. There's a part of me that seeks out adventure and follow my heart, but there's also another side that I should be cool and calculating and stick to the status quo. My third side is the one trying to calm the other two and seek a compromise between them, but it's losing the battle, badly.

I turn my eyes back to the sai again. I can't get the guy who saved me tonight out my mind. Maybe he can help me with my problems, too. I touch the dull tip of the sai with my index finger. The cool metal feels good against my skin as it ease away my worries away. Normally, it's a dual wielding weapon but there's only one. The other pair is probably with its owner. He probably wondering where's his other pair. I should return this to him, but how do I find him. Why do I keep on making more questions instead of answers?

I shut my eyes and lean my against the cool glass of the mirror. My breath feels shaky, like I'm falling but no one's there to catch me. It's too hard to consider my feelings. I take a deep breath and try to focus, but I can't.

I need to go to bed. I can figure out everything in the morning. Then I will know what to do then. When I finally open my eyes and look back at my reflection in the mirror. I don't believe what I'm seeing at my mirror. Outside my window by the fire escape is what appears to be a man with green skin and wearing a red bandanna over his eyes.

Disorientation freezes my movements, and my brain, I'm not sure what to do. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I gather up the courage to turn around, but it's too late. He's already gone.

I walk over to my window and grip the window sill. I lift the latch to my window's lock and I pull it up and then I peer my head out the window. No one. No trace of anyone out here. I think it's my head playing tricks on me. I really need to get some sleep. Set for bed, I put my hands to close my window-

"Damn."

A quiet whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. My mind isn't playing games. Someone was here outside my window and he want something from me. I couldn't go to bed now. I close my window and I walk over to my abandon purse on the ground by my door. I dig out for my phone and pressed speed dial.

When there are things I can't tell my mom about and I have no one else to confide to. There's one person who will be there to help me with my problems. His name is Jack.

"Hey, Jack."I say, shortly. "It's me, Mona Lisa. I know it's late, but there's something that I need to talk to you about. How much do you know the Green Men?"

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