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Mikey sat on the floor of his room, putting the finishing touches of his latest project for it to be perfect. When he was satisfied that it was complete and the absolute best it could possibly be, he held it up to get a better look at it.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed, eying the picture frames he had fixed up for Sarah. The wedding photo's frame was finally fixed. He didn't do anything more than find a suitable glass and made it to where it would fit in the frame. The frame for the photo of Sarah and her mother was a different story. He grew creative with the project; it seemed the more he thought about it, the more ideas he had. He couldn't use all of them of course because then his artwork would look tacky, Mikey knew. However, when he found a frame to use for the picture, he decided to put his creative skills to work.

Mikey cleaned the frame with soap and water before buffing out any excess scratches or smudges until it was perfect. Then he wrote "Mom" and "Me" over Sarah's and her mother's head in their respected places in silver, damp glitter that resides in a squeeze bottle. He then stuck red heart-shaped and yellow and orange star-shaped stickers all over the frame before placing dots of blue glitter at each point of each star and the center of each heart.

Waiting for the glitter to dry, Mikey decided to see if his brothers have found anything on the whereabouts of Sarah. Walking into Donnie's forbidden lab, he greeted them and walks over to Donnie's computer where Donnie sat in his rightful place in the chair with Raph and Leo on each side. Mikey took refuge behind his brainy brother, looking over his shoulder.

"Hi, Mikey. I've located the Foot's possible hide-outs, but I can't be sure which one has Sarah," Donnie said.

"How many are there?" Raph asked, gazing at his brother's computer but realized it was a hopeless cause so he looked back at Donnie.

"Five, six. Like I said, they're possible locations. I can't be sure if they're just decoys or the real things, but I have an idea at how to find out," Donnie explained.

"How?" Leo asked. Donnie stood up and walked over to a desk, pulling out the top drawer and rummaged through it.

"I took samples of Sarah's blood from her home at the shop after she was kidnapped," Donnie said before pulling out a small gadget that looked a bit like a remote control. Donnie held it up and added, "This device enables me to track anyone in the world, as long as they were in the area recently and I have a sample, by contracting the similar erythrocytes, leukocytes and DNA that make a person unique from the air. I'll know what their blood type is and if they are diabetic or hypoglycemic by measuring their glucose levels. Basically, if it's blood, I'll find it; if it's in blood, I'll know it," Donnie finished, seemingly very proud of himself for his invention. His brothers didn't seem to be quite as impressed; in fact, they seem a bit troubled.

"And what made you invent a toy like that?" Raph asked sarcastically.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's find her!" Mikey said, not caring why Donnie invented it in the first place if it helps them find Sarah.

"Hold on, Mikey. It's not very sensitive, it'll take some time for me to find her, even with this," Donnie explained.

"How long?" Leo asked.

"A week, maybe more. It depends on close she is?"

"A week?!" Mikey asked in a childlike manner then dropped his head.

"Mikey's right. She might not have a week," Raph said.

"Donatello isn't a miracle worker. You must allow him to do what he can and nothing more. This gadget can get you closer to her faster than you ever could without it," Master Splinter said, standing in the doorway with his hands properly cuffed behind his back. "Donatello, are you sure the blood we found in Sarah's home is hers?" Donnie falter a bit at his father's question.

"Um, no, but if it isn't then it should be one of the foot soldiers that took her," Donnie replied honestly, knowing that blood they found could have been there before they housed Sarah there and they just happened not to notice it. Splinter caught on to what his most intelligent son was hinting at and bowed his head.

"Very well then," he said after raising up to look his son in the eyes. "Have you put the sample in there yet?"

"No, I was going to wait until we went out on patrol." Splinter grunted in an approval then ushered his other sons out of the lab so Donnie could work on finding Sarah while he and Leo worked on the strategy at how to rescue the poor girl. Before they could even get out of the door, Mikey stopped them, an idea popping into his head.

"Donnie, can you try to see if that foot ninja really is Sarah's father, her real one?" Mikey asked.

"I can't do that without his sample to compare?" Donnie denied. Mikey was getting to the brink of frustration. Didn't they remember?!

"But you do! The night we took her to the shop to stay, Raph cut the foot soldier with his sai." Mikey grabbed Raph's, much to his disliking, two sai, unsure of which one cut the foot, before anyone could protest and examined them until he reached his smartest brother. Showing Donnie the splatter of blood that had dried on the tip of the sai, Mikey said, "See!"

"You haven't cleaned your sai?" Donnie asked Raph in disbelief.

"He never does," Mikey explained, hoping slightly that he temperamental brother would get in trouble for that later. "Can you?" Donnie reached behind him to get a sanitized cotton swab, assuring Mikey that he'll try before swabbed the blood from the tip of the blade. When he was finished, Raph stomped over and jerked his beloved sai out of his baby brother's hands with anger written all over him while, "Run!" took root in his eyes.

Sarah coughed harder into her small hand. She contracted this cough not too long ago and it just wouldn't go away. She fears she might be getting sick because now the cough is accompanied with sneezing. Sarah always hated sneezing because every time she did, her nose would bleed. Her doctor told her mother that it wasn't harmful unless it started bleeding but didn't stop or if she got sick that caused her to sneeze a lot, then it would be a good idea to see the doctor, but Sarah obviously doesn't have a way to go the hospital or the money to pay for it, so the only thing she can do is wait it out and try not to sneeze too often. Suddenly, the door to her cell opened and Trent strode in with a tray of food.

"Hungry?" he asked. Funny, she wasn't at all hungry, but Trent didn't have to know that. She hasn't given him the satisfaction of hearing her speak since she arrived. She hasn't even answered him at all in any shape or form. This stranger didn't deserve anything she had to offer, but he couldn't be so bad. He hasn't tortured her; he lets her take a bath and offers her fresh, clean clothes that actually fit; he feeds her. Maybe Sarah wasn't giving him the benefit of the doubt. She kept telling herself that he was a liar though, and that kept her from liking the man, even if he took care of her in a diabolical, psychotic way.

Trent sat down beside her as she nibbled on her sandwich. She didn't like that gesture so she scooted down some. He began talking to her, about all the things he and her mother used to do. He had already told her that her mother had an affair with him behind her husband's back, but Sarah knew her mother loved her father and she wouldn't do that to him. Her mom always hated a liar, a thief and a cheater. Her mom wouldn't do that to her dad.

Trent hasn't given Sarah any specific details of her family beside their first names and she hasn't asked. She didn't need to. Trent told her that he was a hacker; he was very good with computers. She knew there was a lot of information on the internet. He could have hacked databases of orphanages in New York until he found her first name and picture on the list of runaways after he saw her on the rooftop with Angel. He could have gotten a little bit of information from that to try to convince he knew her mother and father. After all, she was an easy target because she was an orphan; who could she ask to confirm his story? She couldn't ask her parents if any of it were true because they weren't alive. So in conclusion, Sarah could think of how he kidnapped her. She just didn't know why.

Suddenly, he moved to stand, which Sarah was relieved by. She really didn't want that man in there with her anyway. She doesn't listen to or believe a word he says and she doesn't speak to him, so he isn't very good company.

"Maybe you'll be able to lure those turtles here so Master Shredder can kill them," Trent said. It was the only thing Sarah heard him say. Is that why he wanted her. Bait. Was that all she was good for to him? Good thing he isn't my real father, Sarah reminded herself.

When Trent left, Sarah put her half-eaten sandwich on the plate and set it on the floor beside her cot and laid down. She was so exhausted. She didn't understand why though. She had just woken up and it wasn't like there was anything to do in her ten-by-ten prison, but decided not to worry about it since it was probably her body fighting off whatever infection that invaded her small form, so Sarah covered up with the itchy red blanket and laid down on the pillow, hoping she would feel better tomorrow.

A/N: I have the ending written already in my mind, I just have to insert details and things like that to where it will all make sense and won't be too questionable. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

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