Author's note: Hi guys, I know it's probably run down by now, but I want to thank everyone again for taking the time to read my story. A few people have asked to make the chapters longer, so I got up super early to write a long chapter. I'll try and make the chapters from this point on longer as well. As a result, some of the story may seem pointless. I tried. I really tried with the chapter.

Also, I want to apologize for repetitive dialogue. It's not my strongest point when writing, so if anyone has any tips, I would love to hear them! Please enjoy this next chapter and have a happy holidays!

As soon as Raph managed to calm Leo down, they began their search. Casey and April separated into a team, as did Raph and Leo, forcing Mikey to go by himself. They each headed down different tunnels, making sure their phones were with them. Leo ran ahead of Raph, desperately calling out Donatello's name. With each minute passing, the cry became more strangled, and Leo would occasionally wipe his eyes.

"Leo, why don't you go back tot he lair and relax?" Raph laid a firm, comforting hand on Leo's shoulders.

"I can't! Donnie could be lost or hurt somewhere! You know how he gets distracted! I can't go back, we have to find him!"

"You're not going to be able to find him if you can't calm down." Raph huffs out, annoyed. "What if he comes back to the lair and we're not there? Go back and wait for him, okay? I'm sure he's fine. He probably just went for a walk around the sewer system and is on his way back home right now."

After a few seconds of staring at Raph, Leo finally nodded and head home with a sigh. When he returned, the lair was quiet and empty. The silence was unnerved Leo, and he sat on the couch as unease lumped in the pit of his stomach.

Space heroes and Super Robot Mecha 5 did not help his growing unease. Making food only destroyed the kitchen and ruined the toaster. Normally, Leo would joke about how the toaster was out to get him. This time, it felt like a sign of something horrible to come.

Half an hour passed as Leo cleaned up the ruined kitchen. The mess gave him something to do, and before he knew it, the lair had been cleaned to near perfection. Staring at the glistening gray floor, Leo's mind began to wander. It wandered until there was nothing left to think about, but still he stared. The void consumed his peaceful, and Leo fell into a peaceful trance.

Casey and April roamed about the sewer. It's tunnels twisted and turned in a maze, but the two humans traveled through them with confidence.

"I hope he's okay." Broke the silence as April finally voiced her thoughts.

"He's fine, Red. Donnie's just playing us. What danger could he get into down here?"

"A lot. We're in the sewer! Some city worker could have seen him and chased him somewhere."

"Where? There's no where to go down here! And if someone did see him, Don'd just have to go all ninja on his ass and the the guy out."

"Wow Casey. Just wow."

Their conversation carried on through the dark tunnels as they continued their search.

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Mikey was humming as he walked through the tunnel. Not a worry was in his mind as he walked. Donnie had a habit of wandering out into the tunnels and getting himself lost, especially when they were younger. Usually, getting lost was what leas to discovery. When Donnie discovered something, he would talk. A talking Donnie was a happy Donnie. A happy Donnie was an excited Mikey. So, Mikey saw no problem with Donnie's disappearance.

Using the flashlight Donnie put in their T-phones, Mikey looked through rooms and down tunnels in search of his brother. Happily, he kicked rocks and made shadow puppets with his hands, and occasionally danced along to the music playing in his head. Eventually, Mikey came across a familiar room.

"Hey! This is our old bath house! I remember this place. We haven't been here since D fixed up the showers in the lair." The light bounced around the room as Mikey remembered when hey were younger. Taking baths with his brothers and father was his favorite part of the day. Scrubbing each others shells, playing with the bath toys Splinter found them, and games of Marco Polo. The room echoed Mikey's boisterous laughter at the memories playing in his head. He missed those simple times.

Just as Mikey was about to leave, he noticed something odd. On the edge of the small pool sat an almost used up bar of soap. They had a small stash of soap hidden in the bath house in case of emergencies, but they never left it out in the open. Mikey quickly dialed Raph's number.

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Raph walked alone down the dark tunnel. He found no trace of Donnie since the search started and he was becoming frustrated. Suddenly, his phone rang loudly, and he almost jumped out of his shell.

"What?!" He yelled angrily into the phone after answering it.

"Dude, I found something, you gotta come check it out." Mikey's squeaky voice replied through the speaker.

"Mikey, I swear to god, it it's another one of your rocks that looks like a face, I will kick you in the ass so hard, your shell will fly off."

"It's not a rock. And that rock totally looked like Benedict Cumberbatch. That's not what I found, though. I think it's a clue."

"Fine Mikey, what is it?"

"A bar of soap!"

"...A bar...of soap."

"Yeah! In the bath house!"

"Mikey," Raph pinched the bridge of his nose, "A bar of soap is not a clue. Especially when it's in tHE BATH HOUSE!"

"Yuh-huh. When it's laying on the floor next to the bath it is."
This made Raph pause. They never left soap out. It was hard to come by, and they had to hide it from wild rats. The only way it could have been on the floor is if Donnie left it there accidentally.

"I'll be there soon. Call Casey and tell him where to go." With that, Raph hung up and ran to the bath house.

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Mikey had just ended the call with Casey when Raph burst into the room.

"Where is it?" Raph blurted out breathlessly. Mikey pointed on the floor to the tiny bar of soap and Raph moved closer to inspect it. "Don was definitely here. Why would he leave it out, though?"

"Maybe he was turtle-napped." Raph turned and looked at the youngest with confusion.

"What are you on?"

"The floor. Duh."

"...Yeah. Thank you for that captain obvious." Raph manged to blurt out after a few moments, causing Mikey to burst in laughter.

"Dude, it took you forever to come up with that? Lame." Mikey laughed again, and Raph slowly shook his head before turning his attention back to the soap.

"Right. So far, we've fou-"

"I found! It's my find!"

"...You found the only clue. Now we just need to find out what happened to Don."

"I'm telling you, he was turtle-napped! Why else would he leave the soap on the floor?"

"What does soap have to do with anything?" Casey asked from the doorway, startling Mikey and prompting a scream from the youngest turtle. Casey laughed at the startled Mikey, and April just stared at him in annoyance.

"Because, Casey, soap is hard to come by. If we leave it out in the open rats will eat it." Raph answered angrily at his giggling friend. "And it's not like Donnie to leave soap out anyway. He tends to keep our resources protected."

"What if he was still upset and forgot to put it away?" April offered.

"Maybe. He does have a habit of simmering over things." Replied Raph as he picked up the soap and put it behind a lose brick in the wall. "Then it just leaves the question of where he is now."

"He was turtle-napped! That's why we can't find him!" Mikey yelled out, frustrated that no one was listening to him.

"He wasn't turtle-napped, Mikey. Stop bringing it up!" Yelled Raph, getting annoyed at Mikey's wild theories.

"Fine." Pouted Mikey as his attempt to help was shot down again.

Raph, April, and Casey spent another half hour searching the bath house for clues, but returned home disheartened when they found nothing else.

When they returned to the lair, they found Leo meditating in the middle of the spotless living room. Casey flopped down on the couch with Mikey and April while Raph went to go rouse Leo from his

trance.

"Leo, wake up. We found something." Raph prodded at his brother with his foot, and Leo opened one eye to look at him.

"What is it? Did you find a clue?"

"Sort of. Mikey found soap on the floor in the bath house, but we couldn't find anything else." Raph crossed his arms as he answered Leo's question. "It's not a lot to go on, but we know where he was at least."

"I still think someone took him" Mikey added from the couch.

"Stop bringing that up you moron!" Raph stomped his foot on the floor in anger and Mikey slumped down in his seat.

"I don't know, guys. What if he was? He could have gone up to the surface and someone spotted him? Maybe the Kraang took him." Everyone turned and looked at April as she added her thoughts.

"We'll look into it tonight," Leo decided, "I don't want to exclude any possibility." At Leo's decision, Mikey stuck his tongue out at Raph who growled in reply.

"So when do we leave?" Casey asked, excited to bash some robot heads.

"Immediately."