A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. I'd be completely lost without you two. And thanks to my wonderful readers and reviewers who inspire me to keep writing. Thanks to all of you.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Leonardo jerked awake when he heard the loud honking of a car horn. He yawned and stretched as he tried to figure out where he was. He looked around and slowly figured out that he was somewhere near Fifth Avenue. Leonardo took out his shell cell and checked the time. He had been searching all night and had just collapsed with exhaustion after he had found a warm safe spot to crash for the day. He had been asleep for a good ten hours; ten hours that Raphael probably didn't have. Leonardo got to his feet and slipped the shell cell into his belt as he started to search for his missing brother again.

He had no idea where Raphael could be, or even who had him. The Purple Dragons and Foot turned out to be dead end leads the night before. Not that they would ever tell a turtle where one of their own was anyway. Leonardo got the sickening suspicion that the Purple Dragons knew about Raphael's disappearance and they got off on the fact that one of their most hated enemies was in the clutches of someone who wished to do the freak harm. Leonardo looked up at the sky, narrowing his eyes against the sun's blinding light. Raphael had been missing for two and half days. The blue masked leader didn't want to think about the chances of finding his brother dead as opposed to alive. He had promised Donatello he would bring Raphael back, and he was going to bring him back one way or…another.

Leonardo stretched again and winced as his shoulder wound pulled in protest. He placed a hand over his bandaged shoulder and sighed. Just then, his shell cell started to ring. Leonardo took it out, opened it and placed it his ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Find anything?" Donatello asked anxiously.

Leonardo rubbed his tired eyes. "You would be the first to know if I did," he replied. "It's a big city, Donnie, Raph could be anywhere."

"Raph's been missing for almost three days," Donatello said softly. "The chances of finding him alive dwindle with each passing minute."

"Stop right there," Leonardo chastised sharply. "I know you're just spouting off statistics and being a scientist, but I need you stay positive. Raph's strong, he can take a beating."

Donatello lowered his head and closed his eyes. "Yes, but not torture," he whispered gravely. "Raph's spirit is strong, yes, I don't deny that. He's always been the strongest out of the four of us; but even the strongest of spirits break after so much torture. You saw the shell fragment. The tracking chip could have easily been removed, but someone deliberately sawed it off and the only explanation is to cause Raph pain." Donatello ran a hand over his face. "Raph's in the hands of sadists, Leo. They'll stop at nothing to make him break or kill him once they get bored."

"I'm going to find him, Donatello," Leonardo said strongly. "And he's going to be alive when I do."

"You can't promise that," Donatello told him wretchedly. "I want to believe that he's still alive as much as you do, but we have to be realistic."

Leonardo put a hand over his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, rudely hanging up on Donatello. He wasn't going to give up on his brother. He was going to find Raphael, and he was going to find him alive.

Donatello walked into the infirmary and sighed when he saw Michelangelo fast asleep in one of the beds. How was he supposed to keep Raphael's disappearance a secret? Donatello had never been able to keep a secret from his baby brother, mostly because Michelangelo was just as good at figuring out a lie as Splinter. The purple masked turtle made his way over to his brother's bed and looked down at Michelangelo's sleeping form. After seeing that Michelangelo was still sleeping he checked the IV and blood drip his baby brother was still hooked up to. He wanted to tell his brother that Raphael was missing, but Leonardo had told him not to. Michelangelo didn't need to be burdened with that knowledge; so Donatello hoped that he would be able to keep his mouth shut.

As if sensing his brother's presence, Michelangelo began to wake up. His eyes slowly blinked open and he looked up into Donatello's sorrowful brown eyes. Michelangelo frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice no more than a wheezy whisper.

"Nothing, just checking the drip bags," Donatello replied softly. "You shouldn't be talking. Your throat needs to heal."

"Where's Leo and Raph?" Michelangelo rasped, ignoring his brother's instruction to stop talking.

Donatello swallowed thickly. "Topside, talking," he answered, half lying.

"Is Raph okay?" Michelangelo asked. "I haven't seen him in a couple of days."

"Raph's over at Casey's," Donatello replied. "He just needs some time to himself."

Michelangelo's frown deepened and Donatello feared he would get caught in his lie. However, the pain medication must have made Michelangelo more woozy than Donatello thought because he never pressed the matter further. Donatello placed a hand on his brother's chest and gave it a gentle pat.

"Leo's going to bring Raph home, Mike," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. Just get some rest."

Michelangelo nodded as his eyes drifted closed again. "That's good," he whispered sleepily. "Wake me up when they get home."

Donatello forced himself to smile, but it never reached his eyes. "Okay, Mikey."

Leonardo roamed around a silent and empty Inwood Hill Park. He didn't know what had caused him to come here, but this seemed like the only other place Raphael would go, especially now with tomorrow being the two year anniversary. Leonardo walked up to the pond's edge and looked down into the shimmering water. A cold chill ran through his body and he shivered. He knew at the bottom of the pond the glass coffin still sat as a reminder of a nightmare that he and his brothers were still trying to wake up from.

Leonardo looked around for any sign that Raphael had been in the park. His eyes fell upon a hole on the other side of the pond. Heart racing, Leonardo made a mad dash for the hole.

"Raph?" he called out softly.

Leonardo stopped at the edge of the hole and looked down. A large wooden box sat at the bottom. Leonardo looked around in confusion. If there was a large hole dug in the middle of the park, why wasn't there anyone investigating? Or maybe the investigation was already over and no one had gotten around to fixing the hole yet. Leonardo walked around the hole and found imprints in the muddy snow on the other side. Thankfully it hadn't snowed in the last couple of days and the temperature was just right to keep everything from melting. Leonardo knelt down to examine the imprints. He frowned slightly when he noticed two toed footprints near the edge of the hole and indentations where someone must have laid down. One indentation had a distinct pattern, and upon closer inspection it looked like the pattern of a shell; a turtle shell.

Leonardo's eyes drifted further up and he saw more footprints leading away from the hole, along with what looked to be drag marks. Leonardo got to his feet and followed the marks until they suddenly stopped. Leonardo had seen enough crime and spy movies to know that when footprints or drag marks abruptly ended that meant that a vehicle was involved. That, and there were tire tracks in the snow where the footprints ended. Leonardo ran a hand over his face and he numbly walked back to the hole. His eyes searched the snow for anything that would give him a clue as to who had taken Raphael. He bent down and reached into the snow near where the drag marks started and pulled out an empty syringe.

"Raph, what were you even doing out here?" Leonardo whispered.

He thought back on the night Raphael had snapped. They had found him in Battery Park crawling out of a hole. Leonardo thought further back on the night's events. He remembered watching the news with Donatello and hearing the report on the two girls that had gone missing from their homes earlier that night. Leonardo looked at the syringe again. Was it possible that Raphael had been looking for the girls when they found him the first time? Leonardo glanced down into the box. It bore deep scratches that looked to have been made by human fingernails.

"They were buried alive, weren't they, Raph?" Leonardo said. He put a hand over his mouth. "You were trying to save them from a copycat Reaper. But what happened? You clearly saved them, so..." He trailed off as he continued to stare at the syringe. Realization dawned on him. Leonardo's eyes slowly widened. "It was an ambush."

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