A/N: This story is winding down. Only one more chapter to go before it's completed. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, your support is greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The bunker was dark and still. It had been a couple of weeks since the police were tipped off and Travis and Ash had been keeping a low profile, hiding out at the bunker where they had kept Raphael. They were wanted for murder, which put Ash in good spirits. It meant that Raphael was finally dead, and her father's spirit could rest in peace now that his killer had been brought to justice. She had never minded getting her hands dirty; after all, it was Ash who had made her father's family disappear without a trace. What was another drop in a sea of blood, anyway?

Ash was woken up when a sound came from the kitchen. She opened her eyes and shifted in the bed. Travis slept beside her. The sound came again, this time waking up Travis. Frowning, he pushed back the sheets, pulled on a house coat and slippers and made his way out into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a tall haunting figure standing over the table sharpening what looked like a sword. The noise had been the sound of a rock scraping over the blade. Footsteps scuffed across the floor only to stop in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Who are you?" Ash demanded. "How did you find this place?"

The figure straightened to his full six foot height. The blade of the sword gleamed menacingly in the moonlight drifting in through the window. The light caught the blue mask wrapped around the figure's eyes as he turned around. Brown eyes narrowed dangerously. Travis felt his heart pound painfully against his ribcage. Alfredson had warned him about the turtle in blue and told him never to cross paths with him; or if Travis had the misfortune of crossing the blue masked turtle's path, to make sure he gained the upper hand quickly.

The kitchen was suddenly lit up with blue and red lights as police cars pulled up to the bunker. Heavily armed officers got out of the cars and trained their guns on the door and windows.

"This is the police! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands behind your head!" someone called through a megaphone.

"How did they find us?" Ash cried.

The sword caught the light and seemed to flash. Travis knew exactly how the police had found them.

"It was you," he said to the blue masked turtle.

The turtle slipped the sword into a sheath on his back. "I'll see you in court," was all he said before he backed out of the light and disappeared into the shadows.

Donatello was jolted awake when he heard the elevator doors slam shut. He groaned and stretched, pushing himself into a sitting position to look over the back of the couch. Leonardo walked down the ramp and headed for the infirmary. It had been three days since they had taken the trip inside Raphael's subconscious and all they had to show for it was their brother's stable vital signs. Raphael still hadn't waken up.

Michelangelo hadn't left Raphael's side since coming back, and there was no arguing with him about it. He kept saying he wanted to be there when Raphael woke up; so Leonardo and Donatello left him alone.

"Where were you?" Donatello asked groggily as he walked into the infirmary.

"Doing my civic duty," Leonardo replied simply, taking a seat beside Raphael's bed.

Donatello nodded in understanding. "You didn't do anything stupid, I hope."

"I wasn't seen, if that's what you mean," Leonardo said.

Donatello held up his hands in a defensive manner and backed away. Leonardo looked at Raphael's still, sleeping face.

"I led the police to Travis' bunker and left," he told Donatello.

Just then, Donatello's shell cell began to ring. He picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"They got him, Donnie!" April's ecstatic voice sounded on the other end. "They got Travis and his employer."

Leonardo smiled when Donatello gave him the thumbs up. He turned back to Raphael.

"You hear that, Raph? Travis is in custody. He's going to jail for a very long time."

As if to answer him, a small groan emitted from Raphael. Donatello stopped talking in mid-sentence and turned when he heard the sound. Michelangelo woke up when he heard something and the looks on his brother's faces told him that they had heard it too. All eyes turned to Raphael. He grunted again and this time his face twisted in pain. Leonardo's heart jumped up into his throat. His brother was finally waking up.

"Raph's waking up, April," Donatello said. "I'll call you back."

He hung up and dropped the phone on the desk before running to the bedside.

"Raphie?" Michelangelo asked hopefully. "Please be waking up."

"Come on, Raph," Leonardo whispered.

Eyelids fluttered open to reveal hazy amber eyes. Raphael glanced at each of his brothers in turn. It unnerved Leonardo to see such a dead look in his brother's eyes. He gently took Raphael's hand, but his brother didn't even acknowledge it. Leonardo feared that they had been too late in saving their brother from Death's grasp, and now all they had was a shell.

"Do you know where you are?" Donatello asked gently.

Raphael only blinked in response; a dead, haunted look in his eyes. He glanced from Leonardo's scarred shoulder to Michelangelo's mangled throat and the haunted look grew more intense.

"I think we should go," Donatello whispered.

"But-" Michelangelo began to protest.

"Raph needs rest," Donatello cut in. "The danger has passed."

Leonardo gave Raphael's hand a gentle squeeze before following Donatello and Michelangelo out of the infirmary.

"What's wrong with Raph?" Michelangelo asked when they were out of earshot.

"What Raph went through was traumatic, Mikey," Donatello explained. "He was tortured and beaten. Things like that take time to heal from. We can't expect Raph to just bounce back immediately. But it was clear that he's still haunted by what he did to you and Leo."

Leonardo crossed his arms. "And no doubt Travis did something to intensify that while he tortured Raph," he said bitterly.

"But, Raph's going to be okay, right? He'll get better, won't he?" Michelangelo asked desperately.

Donatello and Leonardo looked at each other for a moment.

"I don't know, Mikey," Donatello answered truthfully.

Leonardo felt his stomach twist in fear with the words he was about to say. "And we have to be prepared to face the reality that Raph might never be okay again."

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