I do not own the TMNT characters or themes.

Caution; I have not read the comic origins of Nightwatcher, so I made up my own.

Chapter Four; Secret Hideouts and Hidden Lairs.

The motorcycle rolled almost silent through the alley. The figure mounted on it climbed off and moved to a dilapidated building with a notice on the front proclaiming that the place had been foreclosed due to unpaid rent, another marked it unsafe for human habitation and condemned. The Nightwatcher spun the combination for the lock hanging on the door and pulled it free. He then grabbed the small metal tabs the lock had been on and twisted them three hundred and sixty degrees before a solid click informed him that the door could be opened now. After pushing the door open he retrieved his bike and wheeled the machine through, then had to push the door shut behind him. Inside, the garage was clean and in far better repair than it appeared outside. There was a light on in the back.

Raphael pulled off his helmet and moved further into the garage until he could see the desk with the lamp on top. Two combat boots were casually perched on the worn surface of the desk and behind them could be seen a science journal with a brown head of hair visible over the top. A female voice spoke.

"If you crashed that motorcycle again; I swear, it will not be a pretty end for you."

"I didn't crash the bike, K, I just need some gas."

The girl looked up over the journal, "That I can do." K slid her feet off of the desk and tossed the journal down before standing up. She walked over to a pile of five gallon plastic jugs and lifted one.

The girl wasn't much older than Raphael and his brothers; she could easily be the same age as them. She had been introduced to Raphael by a mutual friend of theirs when he had first begun thinking of the vigilante thing. Although Raph still didn't really know much about her he did know that she had the resources to keep the Nightwatcher supplied, the skills to fix his bike when it was beyond his help, and the guts to shake his hand without flinching the first time they met. That last one may have been foremost in the turtle's mind.

K placed the jug beside the large black bike and frowned down at the vehicle. "I thought you said you did not crash it!"

"I didn't crash it! What makes you think I crashed it?" K reached under the bike and pulled out a portion of what used to be the electronics store's front door. She waved the piece at him and lifted her eyebrows for an explanation. "So the bike picks up a little scrap! Why do you always think I'll demolish my bike?"

K rolled her eyes and started collecting the supplies she would need to gas the motorcycle up. "Is that question rhetorical or do I have to start naming off examples?"

"Rhetorical, I'd like to get back out there sometime this month."

K snorted, "All right Raph, coffee and a sandwich in the back, go refuel your self."

…

Donatello walked out of his room thinking fondly of the letter in the mail, his resignation from the tech company he had sold his soul to for the past year. He stretched his arms over his head and was actually pleased to feel the slight burn from today's training sessions. Before Leo had come home Donnie had begun to worry that his reduced training schedule mixed with his increased computer time really was causing his skills to deteriorate as much as Raphael's scathing remarks said they were. Now he could feel himself improving again with the passing days.

Yes, the geek was happy to have regular workouts again. Miracles happen.

It was good to have several things returning to normal. Back-breaking training sessions in the morning, Donnie not being a part of the frequent shouting matches, Raph actually staying home at night once or twice, it was good to have some sense of normalcy returning to the mutants' household. Donnie was even planning to tell Mikey he had agreed to shut down the Cowabunga Carl's party business; just as soon as Don received confirmation of his own resignation.

He moved out into the living area to make sure everything was secure before turning in, a habit he had picked up during Leo's training period that he had no intention of dropping. Surprisingly, Mikey was still up sitting beside the coffee table with a large map of New York, a box of tacks, and his Nightwatcher scrapbook.

"Hey Mikey, how did the party go?" Mikey looked up startled, his blue eyes wide behind the bright orange mask. He looked like a much younger version of himself caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

"Party? Oh dude! Right! The party! It was great; grownups are so much nicer than little kids!" Mikey put on his fake smile; the same one he used when he was driving without the big head on and when he was lying really, really badly.

"Good! I look forward to seeing what you got paid tomorrow." The smile faded a little.

Donnie managed to hold his more genuine grin back until he had his shell turned to his brother. It didn't take a genius like Don to figure out that Mikey had been out playing Turtle Titan. Especially since it was a leap-day, one of the days the Justice Force consented to let him be officially on duty. What Donnie couldn't figure out was what Mikey was doing with the map and tacks.

As soon as his brother was out of sight Mikey flipped to the next page of his scrapbook and searched the page for an address or location. When he found it he grabbed another tack from the box and pinned it securely into place before looking at the next article. On the map the tacks were scattered over nearly the entire city and they were multiplying rapidly, but they were clearly beginning to cluster together in one area, a place not too far from where Mikey - er - the Turtle Titan- had first spotted the Nightwatcher for himself.