Hey, I'm back.

See chapter one for disclaimer.

'The creeps' name was in fact Jerry Logan. He was feeling pretty good with himself, aside from a broken rib where that kid had kicked him. And bruises across his chest, again from where the kid had kicked him. He hadn't been expecting that, he'd carefully observed him for at least a week; he was never picked up by anyone and was always totally on his own. Occasionally he might be rang by someone, but that had only happened about two times.

One thing that struck him was the fact he never saw the kids face, for one thing it was pitch black, so it was hard enough for him to see anyway, but on the one time he just happened to get a glimpse the kid had a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, and a hat, and a long trench coat that made him look like something out of a bad spy film.

As well as his looks he'd observed his manner as well, he seemed a little strange, wandering around the junk-yard after hours, picking up random junk and walking off with it, which was definitely weird because who could do anything constructive with random junk for god's sake?

And he was jumpy; the kid had spent most of the first night staring at him, suspiciously, so Jerry hadn't wanted to go near him. But by day four, or rather night, four the kid was a lot less suspiciously and to be honest he may as well had been part of the railing for all the notice he took.

So after all this observation, Jerry decided to pick his moment, after the kid had been there for five or ten minutes, he'd noticed that before that he was on his guard, but by the time he'd had a little scan round the junkyard and immersed himself in trash, all the world appeared to fall away for this strange child.

This was brilliant; for Jerry anyway. But then it turned out the kid actually knew some moves, and Jerry had the bruises to prove it. He had been on edge a while after that, logic told him that is the kid knew Judo or Karate or whatever the hell that was, then someone must have taught it to him. Someone more experienced and a lot more capable of dealing out pain.

So he'd sent the first week checking over his shoulder, and now it was the second and Jerry was sure the kid hadn't told. So he was more relaxed and now in the house on his own, parents buggered of god knows where, and his was in charge for the night.

So if he was all alone, why did he feel like something was watching him? Shuddering, he got up and put the blind down. He could have sworn he saw a bit of movement, but shrugged it off, probably a fox or something, right?

Meanwhile Splinter was outside, he'd had to leap back a little when the creep came to shut the blinds, but his cover was still intact. He was silently fuming; the creep didn't look in the slightest bit bothered that he'd practically ruined his son's life. For the past two weeks Donatello had been unnaturally jumpy whenever anyone got to close to him, was still having bad nightmares and for the first week had clung to Splinter like he was a toddler again. He was also getting as obsessed with training as Leonardo was, to the extent that Splinter was getting seriously concerned.

Alright so he must admit he had had moments when he wished Donatello was a little more attentive to training, but he hadn't wanted it to happen like this! Anyway after two weeks Donatello was still concerned that the creep was going to get him, and no one could convince him otherwise and believe him they had tried.

So failing reassurance they tried other things to take the genius's mind of it; Leo gave him candles to relax him at night, they didn't work. Mikey gave him his paint to draw with; Donatello had coulered the page completely black. Raphael had patrolled the lair at night for the first week, until Splinter made him stop because it was affecting his training. However seeing his second son's restlessness at not being able to do anything Splinter had an idea, he sent Raphael and Leonardo out to find the creep, for that they needed a description from Donatello, no problem the guys image appeared to be imbedded into his brain.

They had him found by the end of night, Splinter had instructed them to call once they found him and Raphael did. Splinter had then spent the next half-hour convincing the hot-head that killing the creep, however much he deserved it, was not the best option and to leave it to him.

Five days the two brothers trailed him, and this seemed to have two effects, Raphael appeared to calm down a little knowing something was being done and Leonardo enjoyed gathering information about him, from everything to the creep's name, to what he liked for tea. [Pizza and chips]

And what was Michelangelo doing during all this? He was given charge of Donatello; in a last ditch attempt to sooth the genius a little. To the rat's relief, it had worked, Donatello was now overcoming a bit of his nervousness, knowing Michelangelo was with him at all times.

Speaking of his youngest, he'd originally been concerned that the fact Splinter hadn't let him go with the two eldest confirmed the thought that Splinter thought he was in his youngest terms. 'A shoddy ninja'. Splinter had been quick to assure him that was not the reason, the reason was because Donatello needed a security blanket if you liked, and Michelangelo was the best turtle for that. That placated his youngest.

In truth the reason Splinter had not sent Michelangelo with the two eldest was because he knew that if the youngest even got a glimpse of the creep, the guy would be dead within minutes. His youngest was not angered very often, but hurting someone he cared about was a brilliant way to get on his bad side, and believe me, no one wanted to see that.

So here Splinter was, outside the creep's house, ready to give him the scare of his life.