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Chapter Two:
Then There Were Two

The winner(s) will be announced at the end of this chapter. As will the father. . . ; )

Summary: Mona Lisa is not just the most sought out painting in the world. She also becomes the most sought out reptile. Rumor has it she carries the baby of one of the ninja turtles.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the turtles, nor do I own Mona Lisa or Venus de Milo or Splinter.

While Leo, Raphael, and Michelangelo were up top, Karai and company watched from a skyscraper, carefully planning an attack. None of the turtles stood a chance against Karai's humongous army. At least ten or fifteen ninjas jumped on each turtle, and a designated ninja jabbed a needle through their arms and pumped tranquilizer in their veins. Their hands were bound and they were all three shoved into the back of a van in a matter o f seconds. The others "took care" of witnesses who attempted to bolt out of the alley. Karai, though not heartless, could take no chances with these thugs. All of them now knew too much. At least now they weren't alive to tell anybody.

Karai stayed in the back of the van to control the turtles. Made sure they could not escape the ropes and cause havoc. Leonardo woke up first, but just looked up at her from the ground, unmoving. For a few seconds, he blinked, attempting to pet her into focus. At first, she was blurry, but her image finally cleared.

"Where are you taking us, Karai?" his voice was quiet, but she'd heard every word. "Why are you doing this?"

"Leonardo, it is not you I'm after. I simply need to make sure you and your brothers do not get in my way. Did none of you notice a foot clan ninja following you back to your lair? Really, Leonardo, I'm shocked you wouldn't take more precautions when you have a female carrying around one of your children."

"But I'm not--" Leo immediately clamped his mouth shut. For some reason, he felt if best if Karai didn't have a clue who the father was. But it was too late. Instantly, Karai knew it was one turtle to mark off on her list. Next to him, Leo heard a low growl. This definitely wasn't good.

"You touch. . . one hair on her. . ." Raph's breathing was very shallow and he struggled to get the words out. "I will personally murder your whole clan." Leo could clearly see the pure hatred in his eyes. If looks could kill. . .

Karai smirked down at him, her eyes glinting. There was not much hope, now, Leo thought. He could not bring it upon himself to calm his brother, or ask him to control his emotions. Even for the Shredder, going after a pregnant woman was a low blow. Though bound and filled with sedative, Leo knew that Raph would never allow the Foot Clan to take advantage of her like that.

Never. . .

All three of the mutants inside Donatello's lab listened to the punches being dealt on the other side. More than once, Mona had heard Donatello scream "No!" and block the door. The pounding against the steel made Mona Lisa very nervous. She wished she wasn't so afraid to help him. Venus and Splinter certainly weren't.

"I cannot sit here idly while my son fights Shredder's ninjas alone. Venus, protect Mona Lisa." Splinter stood and walked over to the codebox. Mona didn't even need to tell him what the numbers were. But he was hesitant to press the last one. His fingers hovered over the number nine. "Miss Mona. . ." he started. "I will slip out as quickly as I can, but I cannot guarantee Foot ninjas will not come through. I think perhaps it would not be wise to go out at the cost of putting you in danger. I should have stayed out there with Donatello."

"I'll help keep the door blocked, Master Splinter." Venus offered.

"Splinter, if you need to help Donatello, I understand." Mona smiled at the old rat. "I'm not going to stand in your way."

The three of them attempted to devise the safest plan for Splinter to slip out. Outside, the punches had quieted down, but there was no way to tell how good of a job Donatello was doing fending off Foot ninjas. They heard his breathing becoming heavier as he fought more ninja. Splinter put his ear to the door, listening carefully. "He has done a fine job holding off Shredder's ninjas. Venus, Mona Lisa, are you ready?"

The girls nodded, but Mona gulped. Once, fighting alongside Raphael she had also faces Foot ninja. Her agile legs and long tail allowed he r to hold her own against a couple, but she would never be able to face an army of them like Donatello. Because none of his other siblings were there to help him, she felt terrible, and was only too happy to allow Splinter to assist him.

She bowed her head toward Splinter as a sign she was ready and he pressed the last button. Slowly, the door slid open, and Mona lisa ran toward the code box. Venus fended off a number of ninjas attempting to make their way in. As quickly as she could, but trying not to panic at the same time, Mona Lisa punched in the code once more. Before it was even halfway open, the door started to shut again. Mona Lisa heard Venus cry out as she was dragged away from the doorway. By the time the door had closed, Mona was all alone. Not even a Foot ninja had slipped in to keep her company. Mons Lisa put her own ear to the door just as Master Splinter had done to listen. Donatello screamed at the Foot ninjas.

"You're not going anywhere with Venus or Maer Splinter!" The sight of his family being taken away had obviously given him a second wind, and Mona could hear the grunts of the Foot as they fell victim to the bo staff. "No! Venus, Splinter! Bring them Back!" Suddenly, Mona heard metal make contact with something. Hard. This time, it was Donnie who let out a cry of pain.

"Leave him!" she heard one of the ninjas shout out to the others. "We have the female mutant!" They must not have seen her, nor could they have known that there were two female mutants living there, now.

Convenient. Yet at the same time, horrifying. The Foot ninjas that had attacked believed Venus was the pregnant female. Mona Lisa could only imagine the awful things they would do when they found out she was not the carrier. A quick but quiet knowck on the metal door startled her and caused her to jump.

"Hey. . ." Donatello's breathing had become shallow again. "Let me in, Mona, please. The Foot are gone, I promise." But Mona Lia's mind had gone blank. Completely numb.

"I forgot the code already." Numbers were the last thing on her mind at the moment. If the Foot had found them in the sewer, there was no doubt Michelangelo, Raphael, and Leonardo were also probably dealing with Foot ninjas. "Tell me again."

"She heard a heavy sigh on the other side. "Three. . ." Mona pushed each number in sync with his voice. "Five. . .' More thoughts of Mikey, Raph, and Leo plagued her mind. What if they were already? "Zero. . ." What if they were being tortured right now? What of the Shredder and his clan would stop at nothing to retrieve the egg? "Nine." The door started to open, and a bleeding, battered Donatello crawled inside. In his hands were broken pieces of his bo. "The Foot ninja are a lot stronger than I remember. One of them smashed me over the head with. . . I can't even remember what it was." He put his hand to his head and touched the tender spot, wincing in pain. There were many other bruises, too. Countless bruises all over his body. Mona sunk to her knees until she was at eye level with him. God, there were bruises everywhere.

Gently, she also touched the spot on his head. "Are you. . . alright? Here, let's get a first aid kit--"

Donatello interrupted, "No, we have to leave. Now." Donatello pulled himself to his feet, dropping what was left of his bo. "They took my father and sister. One of the head ninja told me they have Raph, Leo, and Mikey." Donatello looked more distraught then Mona had ever seen him before. But she was also extremely worried about them. She would have preferred it if the ninja had succeeded in kidnapping her. None of the others would have been roped into this mess like this. They would have come to save her, their advantage in sheer strength and teamwork. Now, though. . . the strongest of the turtles were locked up, and only she and Donatello were left. Donatello could throw down with the best of them, sure, but he specialized in logic, not fighting.

If Donatello had time to think things through, he'd probably hack into all systems, and build the perfect robot for breaking and entering. The purple-masked turtle was useless in this impulsive state, with no plan and no weapon. Mona Lisa had to persuade him to pause and think before acting. so that they would have a chance. However, she did so reluctantly, as she, too, wanted to run out and save the others as fast as possible. But she knew that wasn't possible at the moment.

"Just calm yourself, Donatello. We can't rush out and fight; The Foot clan will murder us! We have to analyze this situation very carefully and figure out what needs to be done before taking out the Foot. Yes, we need to save the others as fast as possible, but it won't be possible if we just barge in without thinking." When she heard Donnie sigh, she knew she had won. Mona Lisa was extremely grateful it was level-headed Donatello here with her at the moment. Raphael would have never been convinced to "wait" or "think things through." Donnie, though, was a hell of a lot easier to coax, and that would provide them with a victory.

"You're right. I'll hack into the systems, now. Perhaps if I can get April to shut off the power just before we can go in, we'll be way harder to track. I'll call her now." Though his voice was still urgent, Donatello had a plan in mind, now, and Mona convinced herself that they'd all escape New York by dawn.

There was someone else, however, that they'd forgotten to worry about. . .

Raphael was now beyond humiliated. Locked in this tiny little cell all drugged up. Suddenly, he'd regret going topside, instead of staying behind with Mona. Since they had been thrown in here, Michelangelo tried to tell Raphael that it wasn't his fault. Shredder was just a sick bastard taking advantage of them. Or rather, one of them. Dents had been made in the wall by Raph, and now his arms and knuckles throbbed in pain. In a crazed state, he'd even tried to bend the cells bars, hoping to escape. Oh how he'd underestimated those damned rusty little bars. Leo sat off in a corner in his own little zone, his blank stare fixated on the wall across from him. The older brother hadn't even told Raph to stop punching the walls. The ruckus his two younger siblings were making didn't seem to bother him at all. Strange, since Michelangelo had to shout over Raph's punching and yelling, and they had gone on like that for a good twenty minutes.

"Dude, calm down! You know Donatello wouldn't let them take off with her! I'm sure she's safe somewhere. We just have to bust out of here and go somewhere else for a while! Raph, stop blaming yourself, dude!" Not even the normally optimistic Michelangelo could reach Raph in this state.

"No! How could I let them do that? Why didn't I stay with her? What the shell is wrong with me!" Another punch. "I swear when I get my hands on Shredder. . ." a harder punch, this time. Now he yelled, but it sounded more like a prehistoric roar. He could imagine the wall crumbling under his fists, which were now bloody and raw. They throbbed and practically screamed at him to stop. "I'll never live this down. . ."

Instinct shouted at Raph, lecturing him on the importance of protecting one's mate. . .

Heh, constructive criticism is appreciated. The winner is: Alangrieal! Please PM me on your choice of oneshot, and I will do my best to write it. If you'd like a specific pairing, feel free to inform me.

I will also write a oneshot for Kelip-Kelip, as a thank you for pointing out my mistake in the first chapter. If you'd like a oneshot, please PM me with your choice of them/pairing and I'll do my best to do it justice. Thanks for participating.