A/N: Greetings and salutations once again gentle reader! I know it's been a while, and apologies galore, but I have been pretty hectic with wedding plans at the moment.That is a bit of a cop-out I suppose though, so I'll do my best to lessen the gap between chapters for now. But I could do with all the encouragement I can get... hint, hint.

No? Hmmmm. coughcoughreviewcough! Sorry, had to clear my throat there.

As always thanks for the reviews that were posted, and lots of love, peace and especially chicken grease to you all.

-Amy-

"Mruuuuuurrrgh."

Blesch. What is that awful taste in my mouth?

It feels like someone's been rinsing my mouth out with glue while I was asleep.

Wait a minute, asleep? I don't remember going to bed at all!

Still feeling pretty darn groggy, I rub my eyes with the back of my hand. Or at least, I try to. My hand won't move.

Oh, please let this just be one of Mikey's stupid pranks.

I crack open one eyelid and the results are hardly comforting. I'm strapped down. Strapped down to a chair.

Looking around, I take in my surroundings. I'm in a little white room and there's some sort of monitor. I'm all alone.

I'm strapped down to a chair in a little white room with a monitor in front of me.

And I'm all alone.

I'm all alone in a little white room, strapped down to a chair.

I'm strapped down to a chair, all alone in a little white room.

I'm in a little white room, I'm alone and I'm strapped down to a chair.

Okay. Easy girl, paniking won't help you here. You've got to think. Think dammit, think!

Straining my memory, I realize the last thing I can recall is feeling a coth cover my face, held in an unbreakable grip by… someone… and smelling some sort of weird chemical-y smell.

Well that explains the grogginess and the nasty taste. So I've got the how, but it doesn't give any clues as to the who. I wish that damn mouth funk would go away.

Absentmindedly making smacking sounds with my tongue – as if that action alone can help my current oral situation – I try to push my dased brain further. Hopefully if I can work out who it was that grabbed me, I can use that info to make some sort of plan.

…

No such luck. My brain, being the stubborn creature that it is, refuses to co-operate. As usual.

A sound startles me out of my reverie. The door is opening.

I suppose it won't matter if I can't remember who it was that nabbed me, cause I get the feeling that I'm about to find out.

-Michelangelo-

One ring… Two rings… Three…

Come on Donnie, I know you're not deaf.

"Have you found her?"

Well, I'm glad he finally answered his freakin phone, but now I gotta say no?... For the billionth time, I might add. "No such luck bro."

He just sighs.

"Hey bro, uh… I was talkin to Leo and he said that uhh…"

Damn Leo! Why'd he have to go and dump this on me? I don't think I have the heart to tell him. I don't even know how to bring it up! 'Well, we're all bored with looking, so we're gonna go have a nap'?

Don sighs again. "I take it that it's time to call it a night then?"

Why does he have to be so damn smart all the time?

"Yeah. We're gonna need rest eventually. Can't have you collapsing – then we'd have two people to look for. I'd rather keep looking myself. But I'm not the boss, I'm just the messenger. And it's bad form to shoot the messenger right?" I pause for proper comedic timing. "I doubt you could get me from here anyway."

Nothing. Not even an annoyed groan.

"I'll see you at home Mikey," is all he says before turning his phone off.

Whereever she is, I hope she's okay. I get the feeling that Don's gonna be laying some serious hurt on any shmuck stupid enough to lay a hand on his girl. Can't say I blame him. I'll certainly be giving a thorough introduction of my babies to anybody that hurts her. That's what big brothers are for. And that's what I am. Bet Don'd like to be rather 'more' than that though.

Heh, wonder if she had any idea how he feels. Probably not, it seems like it's blatantly obvious to everyone but them two.

Leaping off the rooftop, I make to hurry home, trying to keep the worry away by planning Amy's welcome back party. The only question, what theme will the party be? Or more accurately, which superhero?

-Amy-

As the door slowly swings open, I realise that I'm holding my breath, so I release it in a gush. It wouldn't be any good to pass out now, not when I'm about to meet my captors.

First to come through the door is some big guy covered in blades. He looks like some sort of novelty cheese grater.

Before I've had time to digest the weirdness of the first one, the second one comes in and blows my brain. It's a freakin robot! A robot with a human brain in it. Ewwwwwwww.

"Ah," says the robot coming over to me, "I see our guest is awake at last." Some little robotic doohickies move towards me and I flinch, but the only thing they do is check a pulse and my eyes - you know, how a doctor checks if they're focusing properly.

"And she seems to be in perfect health, Master Shredder."

"You're Shredder? Mike told me about you!"

"What?" he snaps. "You know those green abominations?" He storms over and grabs a handfull of my hair. I can't help but whimper slightly, his grip hurts and the closeness of all those blades is scary.

"You will tell me everything you know! Now!" he demands.

"Well aparently when they told me you were a psycho, they were right." I reply.

His other hand moves, bringing the blades attached to rest on my throat, just resting hard enough to draw tiny spots of blood. "I think it would be unwise for you to insult me," he hisses.

I try desperately not to swallow, expecting at any moment for those deadly weapons to slice through my flesh. But they are withdrawn.

Shredder obviously sees my relief as he says, "I wouldn't breathe easily just yet. Stockman, get to work."

That last comment was obviously directed at the robot thing, but what the 'work' will be, I have no idea.

-Donatello-

"Don? Donnie-Boy?"

"What is it Mike?" I growl, annoyed at being interrupted.

"It's four in the morning bro. You need to sleep sometime." He comes over, laying one hand on my shoulder. "You gotta stop beating yourself up over this. We'll find her, but till then you gotta stop makin yourself suffer. What are you doing anyway?"

I sigh. Why can't he just leave me alone? "I'm checking all news documents and internet posts to try and find out if someone's seen her."

"Any luck?" Mike asks hopefully.

"If there was, do you think I'd still be looking?" I snap.

"Sorry bro, I... I was just asking."

I turn and see the hurt in his face. "I'm sorry for that Mikey, it's just that..." I can't even finish that sentence.

He suddenly pulls me into a hug. "I know how you feel. It's been a week now and you're worried. We all are." He pulls back to look at me again. "But we're also worried about you too. Just say you'll at least try to get some sleep?"

I nod. "Okay Mike. I'll go to bed soon."

"That's all I needed to hear," he says, heading out of my room, presumably off to his own bed.

I sit back down at the computer. Just a little longer, then I'll sleep. Just a little longer.