A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Raphael turned the nunchuck over in his hands, wondering if his baby brother would ever get to use it again. He frowned when he saw another piece of paper wedged between the handles of the weapon. Raphael pulled it out and examined it. Two clues with the same weapon? Raphael couldn't help but be worried that for once the Grim Reaper was actually being helpful; there had to be a catch.

Taking out the clues he already had, Raphael arranged the pictures. He placed one of the clues with Michelangelo's picture and the other one with Donatello's. He picked up the second clue and read it.

Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not.

What is it?

Raphael frowned in confusion. He did just fine figuring out riddles about buildings, but he had no idea when it came to riddles about things. He growled in irritation and slammed his fist against the side of the van. He ignored the pain that shot through his knuckles and studied the riddle again. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Whoever makes it, tells it not," he mumbled under his breath, thinking about each word carefully. "Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?" He tapped his fist against his forehead as if doing so would solve the riddle. "Riddle me that," Raphael grumbled irritably. He was beginning to get a headache. "Whoever makes it...tells it not."

He looked out the window and saw someone walk up to an ATM machine at a bank a few feet away. Raphael narrowed his eyes, which then began to widen as he saw the human take out a few paper bills.

"Counterfeit money," Raphael answered triumphantly, his heart leaping for joy for figuring the riddle out. However, it quickly dropped into his stomach as he realized where all counterfeit money went when the police got their hands on it. The evidence locker at the police station. "Oh shell," Raphael groaned.

He had always been a law-abiding turtle, even though the government never knew he existed. However, as Raphael sat parked in an alley across the street from the police station, he wondered what would happen if he got caught for breaking into the evidence locker. Of course, he wouldn't get caught, since he was a ninja and this was clearly a stealth mission. However, he had already been inside the station once tonight, and he didn't want to go back in. Unfortunately the next clue was hidden somewhere in the evidence locker, and his brothers were counting on him.

Raphael climbed out of the Battle Shell and closed the door. Humans went in and out of the building, making Raphael wonder how exactly how he was going to get in without being seen. He ran across the street and ducked into the shadows of the alley beside the station. He looked along the bottom of the building and smiled when he noticed a window that had been left open. He pushed the window open even more and slid through, finding himself in a basement office.

Raphael snuck out of the office and checked the hallway to make sure no one was around before making a mad dash for the elevator. He pressed the button and waited impatiently for the doors to open. Footsteps echoed down the hall and Raphael's heart went into overdrive as it began to frantically pound within his chest. The doors finally opened and Raphael ducked inside, hitting the button for the bottom floor. The doors slid closed before someone came around the corner.

As soon as the doors opened again, Raphael made his way for cover. From his hiding place, he surveyed the room. He growled under his breath when he saw the coded padlock on the door. He was going to need a key card to get inside the locker. Raphael slid further into the shadows when the elevator doors opened again and a police officer walked out. The turtle watched as the man took out a key card and swiped it through the slot on the lock. Raphael smirked and quietly made his way over to the locker door. He grabbed the handle just before it closed and he slipped silently inside.

He heard voices coming from somewhere within the small room but he didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. Making sure that none of the humans saw him, Raphael searched the rows of boxes on the countless shelves. Panic began to set in when Raphael didn't find what he was looking for. He was about to turn down another aisle when his eye caught a flash of blue. Raphael headed over to where he had seen the flash and saw a blue mask, torn, dirty and bloody, sticking out of a box marked "Grim Reaper".

"Come to Raphie," Raphael hissed softly as he carefully opened the box.

He reached in and pulled out Leonardo's mask as well as the next clue. He would have breathed a sigh of relief if he hadn't felt a presence behind him. He slowly turned around and saw the police officer from before and the locker guard standing behind him. They both stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Raphael smiled nervously at the men and waved before bolting for the door.

"Freeze!" the officer yelled.

"Like that's gonna happen," Raphael grumbled as he burst through the door.

He ducked to the side when gunshots rang out. The elevator doors opened again and more officers came through; more than likely the locker guard had called for backup. Raphael tied the mask to his belt and jumped. He sailed over the heads of the humans before they could open fire on him and landed in the elevator. He kicked out, sending the men toppling into one another. The doors thankfully slid closed and Raphael hit the button for the floor above. Breathing heavily, he ran for the office when the doors opened again and climbed back through the window.

"So much for stealth," Raphael snarled at himself as he made a mad dash for the Battle Shell.

He climbed into the van, turned it on and drove away before the police could catch up to him. As he drove, Raphael untied the mask from his belt and used his teeth to pull out the piece of paper. The picture showed Leonardo, but it was still unclear as to where his brother was being kept. Raphael turned the paper over and read the next clue.

You must keep this thing, its loss will affect your brothers.
For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.

What is it?

Raphael's breathing slowed down to a normal pace as he thought about the riddle. It wasn't a clue to the next location, it was a thing.

"What is it?" Raphael asked, the answer washing over him like a cold tidal wave. "My temper."

But, what did his temper have to do with anything? Unless...

Raphael glanced down at his brother's mask clutched in his hand. What made him lose his temper more than his older brother? Raphael swallowed down the lump that was quickly forming in his throat.

The Purple Dragons.

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