Hey, I'm back. Sorry for the long wait, but I've been trying to decide where to take this story. Hope you like it.

See chapter one for disclaimer.

Leo woke up to the sound of shuffling. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He looked around and saw his Donnie and Mikey still asleep, like him Raph was just awakening.

"What da shell…" Raph murmured.

Leo shrugged, stretching, taking care not to whack any of his brothers anywhere. Suddenly his brain clicked into gear. Someone was moving around their lair. All of them were here, Master Splinter was away. So who was it?

His immediate thought was that it was that creep again. Although the logical side of his brain was telling him there was no way the guy could have figured out where they lived, his protective side told him to get of his shell and go and check.

"Keep an eye on the little 'uns, yeah?"

Raph nodded and Leo crept towards the kitchen, which was where the sound was coming from, katarna's in hand.

Silently, he leapt at the figure he saw standing next to the table, immediately said figure threw him to the ground and a familiar voice said. "Very good, Leonardo, if I were an intruder I would have been scared out of my wits. However we need to work on shallowing your breathing. It's a give-away that any proper ninja would pick up on"

"Sensei…" Leo gasped, as the familiar face came into view, his father was laughing slightly as he extended a hand to help his eldest son up. "How did you…"

"Call it father's intuition. I had a feeling something was amiss, would you care to tell me what?"

The blue-banded turtle hesitated, but seeing the look on his father's face, explained what had happened, watching the old rats face go from smiling, to a look of thinly veiled rage. "I cannot believe it…I mean, I knew something was wrong, but I never thought it would be this. This is terrible, how is Donatello?"

"Upset, to say the least. He took a good while to calm down on the day, and had a bad nightmare last night. Raph and Mikey are with him now." Leo added, anticipating Splinters next question.

The rat in question sat down at the table and put his head in his hands. Leonardo took the seat opposite and for a while they sat in silence until once again Splinter spoke.

"What I want to know is how did that man get close enough to Donatello to…to attempt to attack him?"

"Apparently according to Donnie the guy's been hanging around the junkyard a while now. My guess is; he was observing Donnie to see if he was collected by anyone or something, when he saw he wasn't, he moved in."

"But, why Donatello? I mean, did the guy not realise he wasn't…human?"

Leo felt a little weird, answering his sensei's questions. Normally it was him asking the questions, but he did his best to answer anyway. "Donnie WAS wearing top-side clothes. And in the dark his face would be hidden."

"But I still do not understand how Donatello let him get close enough to him in the first place."

"Because Donnie's fuckin' naïve." That was Raphael, standing in the doorway, having been there for a good five minutes, finally spoke. Moving towards the table and seating himself next to Leo, the red-banded turtle continued. "And also he was down the junkyard, ya know? Geek heaven. He would have been too distracted to concentrate properly."

Splinter groaned a little at that. He knew that Raphael was right; his genius sons head was full of fantastic things, inventions that would someday change the world and medicines that would help people immensely. However the downside to that was there was little room for other things, like training, half the reason he insisted they practice every day was because he knew that both Donatello and Michelangelo would forget the moves if they only practiced, say, every week. Granted they had both got a little better than their childhood counterparts, but still, Splinter did not want to risk it.

"Well, one thing ya be glad ta know is dat I've thought of at least fifty ways to kill the creep." Raph said, cheerfully. "After I 'visit' him, he's gonna regret evah comin' near my brother…"

"No." Splinter said sharply, upon hearing that.

"What? Oh, c'mon sensei! Surly you're not suggesting we let the creep get away with it…"

"Of course not. But if anyone is going to 'visit' him it's going to be me." Sensei told his second oldest firmly, a dangerous glint in his eye. No one hurt one of his sons and got away with it. No one.