Leonardo was trying to sleep, but his rest was fitful. He knew that he was keeping Calley awake with his tossing and turning, and the blue-masked turtle made a decision to move to the couch once the woman was fully asleep. He would have to wait a while to make his move, or he'd never escape without her realizing it.
Calley won't let me abandon the room without a fight. She'd rather lose sleep right along with me.
Leo stared at his watch while he remained still, holding his peace so that Calley would fall into a deeper sleep. 1:17AM. Over 24 hours since Don was attacked, and we don't know anything. We don't know why he was heading toward that building. Was there someone already inside, a victim in trouble? But there was no sign of a struggle inside the place. Well, not unless you count the busted wall of glass.
Aside from the mess in the kitchen and the run-in someone had with the crate in the living room, the place looked clean. There has to be something else. There must be a reason he got mixed up with that building, and his attacker or attackers. We keep assuming there was more than one of them, but we don't know that for sure either.
It's clear that someone tazed him, which would have made it possible for a lone individual to overpower him. But at what point was he shocked? Don was definitely involved in the party that crashed through the window. The docs found the imbedded glass that proves it. It seems like they wouldn't have needed to taze him to get him under control. There's no evidence to suggest he was moved from where he made initial impact in the kitchen.
What about the person that was there with him? Why did they leave without finishing Donny off? Are they not killers, or did they get interrupted somehow? What on earth happened up there?
1:20. I wish Kat could have gotten a better look around that apartment. But she was in such a hurry to contaminate Don's DNA, and the cops were already on the way. We needed more time, and we didn't get it.
We may not be able to find the person or persons responsible for this. We might never know why any of it happened. And when exactly are we supposed to contact Greg and Brandon? The thought made Leonardo feel sick in the pit of his stomach. They deserve to know. I should have called Greg already, but we've got nothing to say at this point except that Don may not make it. His ship is still at sea, so he's literally stuck with nowhere to go. It might be better not to extend the torture longer than I have to.
I know I'm only grasping for excuses to put this off, but I just can't call him yet. I can't. I'd rather have something certain to tell him before I have to deliver this type of news.
Or maybe I'll handle it this way. If he calls one of us, we have to be open and honest about what's happened. If not, we wait a little longer for more information. Same goes for Bran, except that we don't have the option of calling him anyway. All we can do is wait for him to get in contact with us.
I doubt it will take Brandon that long. He wasn't that angry with Donny; he couldn't have been. He was furious about his dad in general. Bran is probably already in Port Royal, waiting for Greg's ship to get in to harbor.
This was supposed to be a great opportunity for the two of them to get to work as partners in the field for the first time. The minute they hear about Don, they'll be on the first plane home. God help me, I kind of wish they were here now. 1:25.
Leonardo gazed over at Calley, and realized the woman was breathing evenly, the deepest sound that he'd heard all night. Silently he rose and stole out of the room into the hallway.
A light was on in the living area, and he noticed that there were already two heads huddled close together on the couch. Even from behind, he recognized April and Marcus. Leo started to back away without giving the humans a chance to see him, but April chose that moment to rise from her perch on the couch.
As the woman turned, she automatically noticed Leonardo in the hallway. "Hi, Leo." The red-head's voice was muted, as though she had no power to speak louder.
"April. I was headed for my room, I didn't mean to interrupt—"
"Leo, get over here," Marcus spoke up. "This is your home. You're not interrupting."
The blue-masked turtle walked further inside the room, peering closely at the dark-haired man. Marcus' breath seemed more labored than it should have been. Leonardo took in the unnaturally pale hue of Marc's complexion, and noted the inhaler that was sitting on the coffee table.
"Marc, did you have an asthma attack?" he asked instantly.
"A minor one," he admitted. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"I will be," Marc assured him. "It's just stress contributing to it. I have to keep up with my medication and find a calm place."
"Leo, he's not getting away with anything on my watch," April reassured him.
"Did you even have Doc check you out?" Leo pressed,
"Yes, and it's honestly going to be all right. I just need to relax," he emphasized.
"It only happened a little while ago," April filled in. "That's why he still looks and sounds a little ragged."
Leonardo was satisfied with the answers for the moment. "Okay. When are the two of you going to sleep? You're set up in the Lounge, aren't you?"
April nodded. "We're going soon, honest. We only stopped here to…to catch our breath, so to speak."
Leonardo swallowed as he realized he was pushing too hard. "I'm sorry. I tend to get bossier when I'm stressed out." He wanted to ask if there had been any changes with Donatello, but he knew Marc's anxiety levels wouldn't be high enough to cause an asthma attack if things had improved.
"You can't sleep," Marcus stated.
Leonardo nodded. "I have so many questions. Every time I try to relax, I think of a few more."
"You need to find something else to focus on," April said knowingly. "Like a story you know really well, or one of your favorite movies. Fill the void of your mind with something, and those questions won't have room to continue invading."
Leonardo thought about it for a beat. "I could probably do that."
"You could also sit with us for a little while," Marc invited. "Decompress along with me."
"I like that idea too," Leo returned.
"I was about to get us something to drink," April mentioned. "Can I make you some tea, Leo?"
Leonardo managed a faint smile for the woman. They constantly revert into this natural role of trying to take care of us, even when they're guests in our home. "You don't need to go to the trouble—"
"Microwaving water isn't trouble, Leo. I'll be back."
The turtle settled into a chair adjacent to Marcus, vowing not to bring Donny up. Marc is supposed to be getting rid of stress. I'm not going to go and get him riled up again.
"It's been the day from eternity, hasn't it?" Marcus murmured. "I swear, it feels like it's not going to end."
"All days eventually do," Leo replied. "And yours is coming up quick. You've got to get some sleep, Marc."
The man wheezed softly with the next breath he took. "I'm going to, and so is April. Listen, can we just…Let's step outside this box for a minute."
Leonardo cocked his head. "Step outside the box?"
"Can we escape from the giant elephant in the room that's trying to crush your brother, and focus on something else?"
Definitely a good idea, for Marc's sake.
"Yeah, sure, Marc. What do you want to talk about?"
The man's brow furrowed in thought, as if he was realizing how difficult this was going to be. "Maybe we could turn on the TV," he muttered finally.
Leo scooped up the remote off the side table, stifling a yawn as he turned on the guide to help them choose a station. He was running through the program list aimlessly, when Marc held up a hand for him to stop.
"There, TV Land," Marcus suggested.
"The Nanny? Are you being serious right now?"
"April loves this show," he countered. "Have you ever seen it?"
The turtle stared at him placidly. "Do I seem like the sort of guy who watches women's programming in the middle of the night? I prefer to be giving the bad guys the run around on my free evenings."
Marcus almost chuckled. "Allow me to show you how the other half lives, Leo."
Leonardo shrugged and flipped the station. He was greeted by the sound of a laugh track, and the sight of two women with big hair inside a richly appointed kitchen. He winced as the dark-haired woman yelled for someone else to come into the room.
"Her voice doesn't grate on you, Marc?"
"It has a certain charm," Marc said.
"I guess, if you're deaf." Leo snorted, which was the closest thing to a laugh that he'd experienced all day.
April came out of the kitchen with two mugs in hand, and Leo saw her brighten at the sight of the TV.
"I love this show to death," she admitted, like it was a dark secret. "Fran Drescher always puts me in a better mood."
"She seems like an interesting character," Leonardo said diplomatically, accepting the tea from her.
He quieted himself as he sipped the hot liquid, breathing in the familiar fragrance of one of his favorite blends. Leo glanced at Marcus out of the corner of his eye, grateful to see more color in the man's face than before.
I still don't know how the docs do it, he thought fleetingly. How they keep their heads while they're treating someone they're so close to is beyond me. They have to be some of the strongest people on Earth. I've got to remember to say something to that effect.
Leonardo broke out of thought, as he recalled that he was supposed to be thinking about something else. He folded his arms as the episode continued on TV, and eventually felt a small hint of amusement at the storyline.
"So…the Nanny likes him, and the boss likes her, but neither of them do anything about it?" Leo clarified.
"Not for a long, long time," April replied.
He made a scoffing sound. "What they need are some brothers to shove them together."
April chuckled. "Maxwell has a brother actually. Only when the brother came to town, he had eyes for Fran too. He asked her to marry him."
"That's not the type of encouragement I had in mind," Leo said dryly.
His ears perked up as he heard footsteps in the hall, and he looked over his shoulder to see Calley shuffling toward the living area.
"I was wondering where you got to," Calley remarked.
"I thought you were asleep," he said guiltily.
"I was, but I woke up again. You don't think you're the only one struggling to sleep, do you, Leo?"
"Join us," Marc offered. "We're taking a break."
"A break from what?" she asked.
"Everything that's making us crazy," Marcus finished.
The blond woman sat down on the other end of the couch. Calley had been quiet for most of the day. The woman wasn't known for talking a lot, but her silence was much more pronounced than usual.
Calley was gifted with a strong sense of intuition, and Leonardo was in the habit of regularly asking for her "feeling" on a matter. He hadn't bothered asking today, and she hadn't volunteered any information.
The blue-masked turtle got to his feet. "I'm tired, Calley, and I know you are too. Let's try and go to bed again."
She nodded quickly, and he knew he'd made the right choice. "Good night, guys," he said to Marc and April. "Get some rest soon."
His arm settled around Calley's back as they entered their bedroom. "I'm sorry for running out on you. I thought I was keeping you up."
"I'm having trouble sleeping for the same reason you are," she said, troubled. "There are times when I feel like this 'gift' is a curse."
Leonardo sat down on the edge of the bed. "I didn't want to ask you about this earlier. I think I was afraid to hear what you would say. What are you sensing right now?"
"I don't know, Leo, but it's more than Donny. I'm worried about him, but…I have a bad feeling in general, like this attack was significant," she said quietly. "I can't explain it, but it seems like this is only the beginning. You guys have to get to the bottom of who attacked Don, because it's important. I don't know why it matters this much, but it does. Every ounce of intuition inside of me is screaming 'danger', and the scope is wide."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, Leo. That's why I can't sleep or find any peace. I have this terrible sense that something more is coming, and it's going to affect us all."
"The family?"
"The city. I'm afraid to find out what this means."