Author's note: Here's the next chapter that I just finished writing. Now my fingers are tired of typing. I hope this is to your liking. I personally like the Casey/Raph scene. These chapters are so hard to write. I have an idea of what might happen in the next chapter with Leo and Don, but I'm not so sure... Don't expect too regular updates with this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles & company but I own the plot and the enjoyment I get from writing with them.

Mikey ended up falling asleep later that day leaving Raph to his thoughts, which Raph knew to be a bad thing. Raph's thoughts lately tended to drift to that night when he had nothing to distract him and the little glass bottle of beer wasn't helping this. He wanted to go out right now and wreak his revenge on the Shredder for the misery he had caused to his family.

The sounds of breaking glass alerted him to the fact that he was squeezing the bottle too hard in his clenched fist. He released his hold on the still whole parts of the now broken bottle and letting it fall to the ground along with a few drops of his blood. He looked at his bleeding hand and quickly cleared the glass still imbedded in his skin before making his decision.

With a glance at Mikey in silent apology, he stood and left the small apartment. He needed to get out even if it meant breaking a promise to his brother. Mikey needed his sleep anyway so he wasn't going to wake him.

He stayed on the roof of the apartment complex just starring at the people below for a while before moving on. If he ran into the Shredder this night, they'd be no stopping his attack and that fact scared him more than anything. He shouldn't be out this night, he knew, but he couldn't make himself turn back.

After a while he felt – and heard – Casey struggling to catch up. At first, Raph tried to outrun him – which he could do easily – but then he remembered Mikey. Raph skidded to a halt and whirled to face his friend. By the time Casey caught up, he was exhausted and in the time it took for him to catch his breath, Raph had his say.

"Don't tell me ya left Mikey." Raph growled.

"You…left him first." Casey managed between gulps of air, as he stood hunched over with his hands on his knees. "Whaddaya think yer doin'?"

"Why don'tcha tell me whatcha think yer doin' firs'," Raph said, "I was hopin' ya'd stay wit' Mike."

"Not witcha runnin' 'round and getting' yerself killed." Casey said, " This isn't da night ta be doin' this. If yer so worried 'bout yer bro, then ya should be wit' him tonight."

"I needed ta get out."

"No ya didn't and ya know it." Casey said. "That's jus' da grief talkin' man. I should know. I've been there b'fore. I know whatcher goin' through and ya need ta come back ta my place 'fore ya really do sum'thin' ya regret."

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Mikey awoke to find he was alone. He was still tired and almost didn't notice the broken glass covering the floor in front of the couch as he sat up. 'Where's Raph?' He thought as he looked around the room dazedly. He stood, being very careful about the glass, and walked to the window. It was left open and Mikey noticed smudged blood on the sill. He looked back at the glass covered floor and slowly put two and two together in his tired brain.

"Raph." He muttered darkly, 'You left me.' He shook his head against the tears threatening to spill over in his early morning stupor before climbing out the window and up the fire-escape to the roof. The moon was still high in the sky so Mikey guessed it to be the middle of the night. He didn't understand why Raph would break his promise and without him. They were supposed to be there for each other. That's why Mikey tagged along in the first place. He was supposed to help keep Raph grounded. Was it worth coming along if Raph still leaves him behind as soon as he falls asleep?

Mikey tried to ignore these contaminating thoughts by performing half-hearted flips and acrobatics that came natural to him, but he soon grew tired of his ruse and just went back to the more brain-numbing, boring trek usually reserved for his brothers. Brain-numbing was right; Mikey soon tripped on an easy jump due to his preoccupation and landed flat on his face. He stood, slowly rubbing his forehead, before looking up at the figure that stood before him: The Shredder. Mikey's eyes grew wide and he took several steps back from his archenemy.

"Greetings, turtle." Shredder said, watching Mikey closely, "You seem a little preoccupied. Why are you alone? Where are your brothers?"

"Um…" Mikey said before deciding it best to lie, "They're close."

"Lie." Shredder said, raising one hand. Shurikens flew out of the surrounding darkness and imbedded themselves in almost every inch of Mikey's body before he could even think of ducking. He stumbled forward, but somehow managed to keep standing. He removed one shuriken imbedded in his shoulder and stopped the blood now flowing free down his arm with his left hand. He probably resembled something like a pincushion – that or a porcupine: ouch!

"Now, I'll ask again," Shredder said, stepping closer, "Where are your brothers?"

"They're at home alright?!" Mikey lied again with his fists now clenched around his nunchukus, "Who cares if I'm alone?! I can beat you!"

"You are surrounded by my ninjas. This illusion that you have that you can possibly beat me on your own is ridiculous as you will soon find out." Shredder snapped his fingers and his ninjas converged on Mikey. All false hope was quickly zapped from his face as he held his 'chucks limply in his hands. He had hoped Raph would find him before this moment, but that thought was quickly dashed as a ninja's bo staff caused one of the imbedded shurikens to twist as it dug further in Mikey's arm.

The ninjas didn't let up until Mikey was fighting to stay conscious as he laid back on his carapace. Mikey held his eyes open a slit as the ninjas backed off and the Shredder approached. He leaned down, grabbed Mikey around his throat, lifted him, and slammed him back against the building's brick chimney.

"Let this teach you a lesson that I can not be defeated so easily." Shredder said, "Now will you tell me your brothers true whereabouts?"

"I don't know where they are." Mikey choked out, "It's your fault. I should…kill you."

Shredder tightened his grasp and slammed Mikey against the chimney again with enough force to crack it slightly. "Tell me!" He ordered.

"No," Mikey gasped, "Fuck you… I…have nuthing ta…ta tell you."

"You know something," Shredder growled, "What did I do?"

"You drove…'em…away…ya fuckin' bastard!" Mikey raged as he tried to squirm out of Shredder's grasp, "Ya destroyed…my family! Let…me…go!"

"So you're all alone now?" Shredder asked, "That's just perfect. Thank you, turtle." He said before slamming Mikey's head one more time against the chimney and he finally lost the fight for consciousness.

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Raph finally relented to returning back to Casey's place only moderately grudgingly. He was still upset about his own departure and Casey following him, but he didn't know it could get worse. When they returned to an empty apartment, Raph suddenly grew very worried. He quickly turned his shell cell on and switched it to tracker mode. Ignoring the two blinking dots that indicated Leo and Donny were at April's place, Raph looked for Mikey's location. Just as he thought, Mikey had kept his tracker on.

"I gotta lock on Mikey's location," Raph said with one foot already out the window, "Stay here."

"I'm comin' too." Casey argued, "Ya neva know when ya might need back-up."

"Fine, jus' come on then." He grumbled.

When they found Mikey lying unconscious on his side with shurikens lodged all over his body, the two of them instantly knew who the attackers were. Raph ran over to his fallen brother and carefully raised his head off the ground. It seemed to be the only area not skewered with shurikens thankfully. "Mikey, come on, wake up, bro." Raph said, softly.

"Do you think they could still be here?" Casey asked from where he still stood, looking around at nearby rooftops.

"The Foot?" Raph asked, briefly distracted from his brother, "Maybe." Then he returned his attention to Mikey, "Casey? Help me remove all theses shurikens."

"Comin'," Casey said as he ran over and knelt down next to Mikey.

"Be careful when ya remove 'em," Raph informed his friend, "Ya don't wanna make it worse. Try pullin' 'em straight out."

"Got it." He said as he started tugging one of them out. Mikey moaned as it was pulled free.

"Mikey?" Raph quickly asked, "Ya okay?"

"Raph…" Mikey mumbled with his eyes still shut, "You left me…"

"I'm sorry," Raph said, "I was gonna come back b'fore ya woke."

"Don't…talk ta me," Mikey said as he pushed Raph away from him. He gasped as a few shuriken dug in deeper with the movement.

"Don't move 'til we get all those out a' ya." Raph ordered.

"Fine," He said, "Hurry then so…I can move away from you…"

"Mikey, please don't be mad at me." Raph begged, "I can't take that; not now."

"Hypocrite." He muttered, wincing as each shuriken was removed.

"Yeah, I am sometimes." Raph whispered.

By the time all the shurikens were removed, Mikey was practically unconscious again. Raph and Casey worked together to bring Mikey back to Casey's place.

"Maybe I should call April," Casey said as soon as Mikey was laid down on the old beer-stained couch. He already had his cell in his hand, but at Raph's glare he slowly set it back on the table.

"No." Raph said, "This is my fault and I'm gonna take care o' it myself. You are not ta tell April about this. She'll end up tellin' Don and then Don'll tell Leo and then I'll be in even deeper shit. Ya got all that, Case?"

"Yeah, geeze man!" Casey said, "Ya got some major problems."

"So what?" He says as he starts occupying himself with looking around the place, "It ain't too hard ta bandage 'im up. Where's yer med-kit?"

"Bathroom," Casey answered, "But ya ain't gonna find much. Ya almost cleaned me out da last time."

"Well then ya betta get yer ass shoppin'. I have a feelin' this won't be da last time."

Author's End Note: Alright please review as always. This fic took a good while for me to decide about the outcome.