Many apologies for the delay. Molly was giving me the silent treatment. Please be advised that the bold lettering further down is Morse code.

Trapped

Donatello's POV

No one was prepared for the assault at the farmhouse. We were a bit blindsided even though there were things that should have given away that something was off. Allie/Lexa's behavior was beyond resistant to our help. For instance, avoiding the testing of her blood. That should have rung some alarm bells. We were too focused on her hate against mutants to realize it was really her trying to hide that she wasn't a victim of cancer. I think Molly is taking it the hardest that she couldn't look past an old friendship to see the wolf in sheep's clothing. Our main concern now is getting her out of the clutches of the very agency she works at. Well, worked at. Something tells me her services are no longer welcome.

Third Person POV

Molly groaned as consciousness returned to her in the guise of fuzzy vision and muffled sounds. She was laying on a tile floor. As she slowly brought herself to a sitting position, she gathered her surroundings. Her vision was clearing, revealing the white room she was in. Her eyes fell on the green figure sitting across the room. A quick blink did very little to help her focus properly through the fuzziness but the bit of purple that stood out against the green was all she needed.

"Donatello?" She inquired, quite sure it was the right color she was seeing. He immediately looked up and smiled.

"You're awake." He stood and approached her. After taking a seat beside her he spoke again. "You were out for quite a while."

"I'm a light weight with everything." She explained, his image becoming clearer. "Whatever cocktail they gave me is still making me woozy. How long was I unconscious?"

"A few hours." Was the reply. The brunette grimaced.

"What a mess we're in." She sighed. "They have cameras in here with audio recording devices as well. They're watching and listening in as we speak."

"I figured as much but I don't care. There is something important I need to tell you."

"What is it? Is everything alright? April?"

"She's fine. Listen..." He put a hand on her knee. "Molly, I can't hold it back anymore. But I feel for you."

"Donatello, what are you trying to say? "Molly frowned finding this the most inconvenient of times one could bring up such a ridiculous topic. What's more, he had his hand resting on her knee. The drumming of his finger was distracting. That was when she realized he wasn't just percussing on her limb.

"I am just trying to communicate with you. "He stated giving a quick glance down to his hand. Morse code.

"I don't know what to say." Molly rested her hand on his and started to tap her index finger on the back of his hand. Using a designated rhythm to communicate, she asked him to repeat what he had tapped. Though his mouth was turned down, his eyes were smiling. They developed a game of sorts in a few of their past sessions on communicating via Morse code while holding a conversation. It was a way of dividing his focus to work against overthinking when he spoke. What a relief that it served another use.

"I know it seems sudden but I had to let you know. I don't know what will happen from here...If we'll even make it out." He confessed as he tapped his fingers again. Help here at 0300

"Donatello, stop. This is ridiculous. You know this would never work." Why this conversation?

"I know you're a professional but we have so much in common!" Easier to make contact for communication.

"This cannot and will not work." The plan?

"Why? Can't you see that there's something special between us? You've helped me see the world in a more positive light." They break in. We break out and go home. Got a gizmo to help.

"Not only are you underage...We aren't even the same species." Gizmo?

"I thought you were an advocate for mutant rights." It goes BOOM.

"Rights, yes. Interspecies coupling...no. I must also stress again that you are a minor and your being a different species doesn't change that." How will we know when they get here?

"I understand..." Alarms.

"This is nothing against you, Donatello. You are a smart, brave and wonderful being. You will find someone who can cherish that and give you all the love you are deserving of." Ought to end fake conversation.

"Y-yeah...I get it." Save that speech for Mikey.

"You'll be alright?" Hardy har.

"Of course. It's just a silly crush, you know?" He took his hand off of her knee and rubbed the back of his head and tried to look disappointed.

"What of your brothers? Are they alright?"

"They made it out but they weren't doing so hot. I acted as a distraction for them to get away." He lied for the camera's sake. "I don't know if or when they will be coming."

"You should know better than to reveal that here." Molly hissed, joining in on the act. She knew very well that they were fine if they were to undertake a rescue mission. She was worried for Leatherhead and April but patience was a necessity so as not to draw out suspicion.

"Sorry, I'm just...I'm worried about them and I needed someone to talk to."

"I'm sure they will be alright." She glanced down at her watch. Minutes past midnight.

The door opened and in came Lexa carrying a tray of food with two guards behind her; one who also carried a tray. Molly quirked a brow at her ex lover before looking away, unwilling to give her any more of her attention. With a determined expression, the blonde set the tray next to the older woman and knelt beside her.

"You can't ignore me all day. You will have to answer for your betrayal." She stated as one of the guards dropped the other try down in front of Donatello, splattering juice, with a sneer.

"Was that really necessary?" Molly asked of the guard, placing one of her two cups of juice on her fellow prisoner's tray.

"She's a mutant lover now." The other guard shook his head in disbelief. "What the hell, Molly!? Don't you care about the human race?"

"How does befriending one who is devoted to this world affecting the human race in an ill way? Don't act as if you know what this is all about." She snapped. "Your prejudice leaves you blind to the bigger picture. I have nothing further to say to you." Her eyes fell on Lexa. "Any of you."

"This isn't a game, Molly!" Lexa grabbed the brunette by the arm and pulled her up to a standing position. Donatello was on his feet but the two guards blocked him from interfering with guns in hand. "Bishop's idea of putting you two in the same cell is bull. I'm getting you out of here."

"Don't TOUCH me!" Molly pulled her arm from her grasp and slapped her across the face. The blonde raised her hand up to stop the guards from retaliating. "Take your food, take your prejudice and take your lying ass out of here. We are beyond through with conversation or any for that matter. If I see you again, I will not stop at a bitch slap. You burned the last piece of the bridge that served as my loyalty to you. Get. The fuck. Out."

"I'm sorry you feel that way." She said coolly. With a nod, she left with the guards, slamming the door behind. Molly pressed her thumb and index finger against her eyes to hold off the headache that was beginning to make an appearance.

"Are you alright?" The terrapin inquired.

"I'm fine. I'm not one to let a little CUNT ruin my day." She emphasized the awful word while looking straight at the camera to further make clear her disdain for the woman.

"Woah."

"I'm sorry for my unprofessional demeanor, Donatello." She sat down on the floor. "I would rather not hold a session here but perhaps we can take this time to discuss the adventures you have taken part of."

He grinned and sat beside her as he opened up to tell of his time spent on the Triceraton planet and how they had escaped. She listened eagerly with a small smile, letting his stories serve as a brief distraction from their current predicament.

At three in the morning, an alarm went off as the genius terrapin had said. Donatello stood and removed what appeared to be a hidden patch on the inner rim of his shell. He placed it on the doorknob and held his thumb against it for the count of ten, waving Molly to stand back further. He then rushed to her side before a minor explosion created a hole in the door.

"A new invention LH and I put together with all the time spent not curing Lexa's make believe cancer." He explained to the brunette of the device that aided in their escape.

They pushed the door open and ran down the hall. With Molly's knowledge of the geography of the building, she guided them toward the exit. A group of guards blocked the hall. Molly leapt into a flying kick and took one out as Donatello followed with a roundhouse, knocking four more of their feet. They fought their way through, making it priority to quickly disarm those who carried weapons. When the last of the guards laid unconscious on the floor, she looked to her purple cladded partner in crime.

"Will the others be alright?" She inquired, directing him to follow her with a wave as she began to run down the hall.

"April was supposed to hack into the video feed to let the boys know when we got out and then they'll make their escape." Footsteps followed them as they pushed a door that led to the stairwell.

"We're limited to where we can exit at this point and this place is probably swarming with security now."

"Find me a window and I'll cover the rest."

"You got it."

They raced up the steps to the next door and pushed through. She attempted to open another door that resisted her as it was locked. This did nothing to stop Donatello who kicked it open with the sheer strength any mutated turtle of his training would have. They stepped in. It was an office with just what he had requested. A window. He grabbed Molly by the arm and raced toward it; taking the last few seconds to turn his carapace to the window and pulling her tightly against his plastron as he burst through the glass shell-first. She held her breath and bit back a scream; stray shards biting into exposed flesh in her on her arms. A flip in the air redirected his direction of descent and he landed on the ground in a crouch.

"A little brash!?" She snapped exasperated.

"My brothers aren't the only ones to have a reckless streak." Donatello gently put her down and they ran from the building. "If plans haven't changed, there should be a getaway vehicle coming soon."

On cue, the Battleshell bursted through the chain-linked fence up ahead and screeched to a halt in front of the escapees. They hopped into the back and nearly tumbled over as it raced from the building. Michelangelo stood in the far corner and tossed a shell cell to Donatello who pulled out the head piece and fixed it over the opening of his ear. In the middle of the bed, Raphael sat on a motorcycle. The sound of screaming tires echoed not to far behind them, alerting them to their state of being pursued. Donatello opened the back door. With a revving of the motor, Raphael and cycle flew from the truck in a roar of engine and burning rubber. The door came slamming down as he cleared the exit. The battle shell turned a corner and all 5'2 of Molly went flying into the wall with a yelp. Michelangelo, who was also in the bed of the truck with them, assisted her into a seat and helped her buckle in.

"Careful, Molly-O. We have Casey at the wheel." He informed the brunette. "We'll be home soon. Raph is going to distract them and lead them away."

"Will he be alright?"

"Sure! He does this kind of thing all the time." The inertia tugged at them as another abrupt turn was made.

"Ooph...I hope this doesn't go on for any longer." Molly whispered. "Everyone made it away from the farmhouse? Any injuries?" She inquired of any of the two brothers.

"A little roughed up, but we all got out." The lighthearted of the turtles affirmed. "April and Casey are in the front."

"Leatherhead broke into the agency with Leo but they have just reported they got out safely." Donatello added. "Raph is drawing our pursuers away as we speak. I guess they couldn't fight the temptation of the apparent ease of taking one turtle down."

"I do hope he makes it back safely." The brunette sighed. "All this trouble..." She leaned back and pursed her lips. The brothers eyed each other silently.

They arrived safely at the lair and convened in the living room. Molly pulled her redheaded friend into a crushing hug and the women took a seat on the couch; assuring each other that the other was fine. It wasn't long before Leonardo and Leatherhead joined them. Donatello murmured into his headset but wouldn't reveal Raphael's status until the elder brother arrived with a gunshot wound to the left shoulder. The two turtles made off to the lab where they could better tend to it. Molly put her hands in her face as she attempted to quell the storm of her racing mind. April whispered soothing words to the typically resilient psychologist. When Raphael and Donatello joined the rest in the living room, Splinter handed Molly a cup of tea. She squeezed the vessel in her hand as she stared at the steaming liquid.

"I'm sorry, everyone, for the trouble I have brought to this family." She finally murmured.

"Molly-" April began to protest.

"No...I didn't see everything clearly." The brunette confessed weakly. "I knew something was off with Lexa but I never could have imagined the degree of betrayal she would bring upon us. I should have been more diligent."

"Tch. It's not like things like this don't happen to us all the time." Raphael pointed out. "Don't worry 'bout it."

"I owe you all my life and my freedom." Molly looked at the mixed group of friends.

"That's nothing, Molly-O. You're family!" Michelangelo waved her humility off.

"Yes." Leonardo agreed giving her a smile. "Family."

Biting her bottom lip, Molly stared back at the cup of warm liquid, trying not to shake it as a wave of emotion struck her. She understood why April's devotion to the turtles remained steadfast for all of these years. She was simply honored by their loyalty before but their declaration of allegiance to the point that they took her into their clan moved her beyond words.

"What are your plans now, Molly?" April inquired.

"I have connections with an underground agency that is trying to fight for mutant/alien rights. They can set me up with a new identity whenever I need it. But first...I need to knock down this agency. I have enough information to bring it to its knees." She took a sip of the tea. "EPF, on the other hand, will take much more time and effort to dismantle."

"How can we help?" April inquired. The two women smiled at each other.

Author's Note: Sorry it's so short. I wanted to get something out and I didn't want to go deeply into the process of taking down the agency just yet. They need to recuperate . I'm hoping for some bonding time with Leatherhead in the next chapter and some brotherly bonding as well. I have some ideas in the works. ;)