Don was still at her apartment a few hours later, making Kait tea as she continued to relax after the fiasco with Greg. Kait had changed into sweatpants and t-shirt, curled up on the couch, watching Don as he bustled about her kitchen.

"Hey, Don." She called out gently.

He turned his head quickly over his shoulder to look at her. "Yes?" he called back as he poured the hot water into the two mugs, dropping a tea bag into each.

"Do you ever take that bandana mask off?" Kait's question was sincere and honestly curious, so she hoped it didn't offend him.

He smiled a little as he sat down gently beside her on the couch, handing her the tea and watching as she settled against the plush back of the couch, sitting sideways so she could face him, her small hands wrapping around the porcelain mug. "When I sleep and take showers. That's about it. Why?" he took a sip of his tea as he waiting for her.

With her cheeks a cherry red, Kait searched for the right words to tell him. "Well, your eyes are so…so…pretty. It's a shame that they're always in the shadows." She looked down into the steaming water in embarrassment to avoid looking up at Don.

To her surprised, he chuckled slightly. "I can take it off if you want." He told her gently, hoping her hazel eyes would look up at him again, because he thought her eyes were so pretty.

She glanced at him with excitement clear in her eyes, nodding happily.

Don smiled down at her and began to untie the very familiar and well worn knot in the back of his bandana. After a few moments, he held it nervously in his lap, looking down at Kait with a smidge more clarity without the shadow over his eyes. For him, it was like taking off a pair of sunglasses for the first time in a long time. Kait was about to lose the fight to reach up and touch his face when the phone began to ring.

By the ringtone, the standard cell phone ring, and the lack of the caller ID picture, Kait knew it was an unknown number. Holding up a finger for Don to be quiet, she slid the icon to accept the call. "Kait Daws." She answered mechanically.

Don watched her face, trying to hear the other side of the conversation. He knew it was an invasion of her privacy for him to be so nosey, but he was worried about her.

"Yes, Kaitlynn Daws is my full name." she repeated, confusion leaking into her voice.

Don could only hear mumbling on the other end of the call, so he had to rely on Kait and her reaction.

"Yes, he's my brother." She murmured quietly.

Greg. Don was already anxious, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her, to comfort her, because he doubted what Kait was about to hear next was anything good.

"What?" her voice cracked in shock and emotion.

Don took that as his cue, closing the distance between them in a smooth slide across the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her head underneath his chin; imitating what he had seen Raph and Casey do many times. He felt Kait collapse into his arms and he felt like he had accomplished something.

"Alright, I'll be right there." She ended the call and turned in Don's arms, her breath catching as she realized their faces were only an inch apart. After a moment of pure, still silence between them, Kait took in a deep, shaking breath. "Greg is in the hospital. He was hit by a car. I've gotta go see him, I have to…" a sob stole her voice.

Don took her up even closer in his arms, his hands meeting behind her head, gently touching her hair. He felt her arms cling behind his shoulders, her fingers gripping him tightly, and her head come to rest on his shoulder, her hose nestled against his neck. "Shhh…" he whispered, gently running a hand down her back.

She sobbed against his skin for a few moments before she collected herself with another deep breath, but she didn't let go of him. "I wish you could come with my, Don. I could really use the support. And I don't think it would be a good idea for Milo to come." Her voice was a bit shaky, but it was obvious that she had regained her wits.

"I could." He murmured quietly, pulling away from her but keeping his arms around her. "If your brother is unconscious I could come in the window. Or, if we have my family's permission, I could come in anyways, bring your brother in on the secret."

She shook her head, looking up at him tenderly. "I don't wanna expose you guys to any more publicity. But," she met his eyes for a moment. "If he's asleep or out, could you come in?" Don heard the pleading in her voice and nodded.

"Of course." Don murmured quietly.

He sat on the couch, watching Kait bustle about her apartment, finding sneakers, a sweater, a jacket, and her wallet. Don's thoughts revolved around the young woman that he watched, with her eyes still red and her face so pale. That moment on the couch, when they had been so close, he had felt his heart take off in ways that he had never thought possible. In parts of his logical mind he wondered if this was how Raph felt about Emily, or how Casey felt for April. All he knew at the time was that he cared about Kait, very deeply. But at that same moment, he knew that nothing would come of it. Because he had seen the shock in Kait's face as she looked at him. She was surprised, taken aback, not a hint of love or tenderness in her eyes. To her, he was support, a kind face, nothing more.

Kait was finally dressed and bundled with a cab on the way when she stilled in the living room, her face almost lost. "The number you gave me, it's your own phone, right?" her eyes locked with him with a bit of desperation.

He nodded, pulling the small cell phone from a pouch on his belt.

"I'll give you a call when I find out Greg's condition, alright?" Her face still looked so lost and Don was having problems not going to her.

He nodded again, standing from the couch and walking towards the window, planning to walk past her without hesitation, determined not to show the chink in his calculating armor.

"Don," her whisper caught his attention when he was beside her, stopping and turning him without his consent. She wrapped her arms around his neck, coming up on her tiptoes to reach. "Thank you." She whispered in his ear before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, so light he could barely feel the feathery touch.

"You're welcome." His voice was almost lost in his throat as he quickly escaped out the window, his heart thundering away. A few roofs away, he turned and looked into the warmly lit room, and Kait was no longer there.

When Kait walked into the clean white room, the first thing she saw was the red. Red bandages were wrapped all around her brother's head and arms. His eyes were swollen and purple and closed. "What is the outlook?" she asked the doctor quietly.

"He'll be alright. Some deep and shallow lacerations, a strained shoulder, and a concussion. But he's unconscious for now." He told her quietly, signing off on her next of kin sheet before he paused. "You're only…"

"We're half-siblings." Kait sighed, knowing what the comment would be.

The doctor only nodded and walked out of the room.

She sat down in the chair beside the bed, reaching out to gently touch his hand, very careful not to touch the IV needle. The phone was out of her jacket pocket and dialing Don's number without any hesitation. "He's unconscious. We're in room 654. I'll stand by the window and wait for you."

"Alright, I'll be right there."

She ended the call and walked to the window, opening it and standing beside it, looking out into the darkness. Within the minute, Don was sliding into the window, his arms instantly finding their way around Kait's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Kait held him just as tight, thankful that she had his support there with her.

Don's eyes lighted over to Greg, the brother that had caused Kait so much harm. He could see the resemblance between them. The blonde hair was obviously a trait they shared with their father. Greg was much taller though, probably only a few inches short than Don himself, who was every inch of six feet tall. Greg was quite muscular, probably coming from four years in the army. But as he lay unconscious on the bed, he looked just as shy and helpless as Kait had when Don had carried her to her bed after the night they had met.

Kait walked back to the chair, sliding her hand into her brother's giving it a gentle squeeze. Don stood behind her, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze. For nearly an hour, they stood there in silence, Don gently rubbing her shoulders as she ran her thumb back and forth over Greg's hand. After nearly an hour, Don felt Kait begin to fall asleep beneath his hands.

"Kait," he murmured quietly. "You should head home. Greg will be fine. His injuries aren't that bad. You can ask the hospital to call you when he wakes up."

She nodded, yawning and stretching in the chair. "You're right." She sighed, looking up at Don over her shoulder. "I'm sorry I kept you out so late."

"Don't apologize." He gave her a kind smile before helping her out of the chair and giving her one last hug before sliding out of the window. It hurt him a little that she hadn't even mentioned the kiss she had given him, but then again, she had more pressing things to think of. He quickly made his way back into the safety of the sewers.

Kait left the request at the nurse's station that she be called when he had woken up and left the hospital into the cold night, looking for a cab to flag down.

"Hello, Ms. Daws." She heard a Japanese woman purr behind her.

AN: I'm a little disappointed in my readers. Either that or you guys are feeling really lazy. I got two comments on the last chapter I posted. I truly truly hope it isn't because of some ridiculous prejudice. Just because I made Kait and Milo bi and Greg gay, doesn't mean it's the end of the world.

Ok…now that the rant is out of the way….

Sorry it's short, but I like my little cliffhangers so I will give you one here.

Questions, comments, and concerns will gladly be heard via review or PM.

Sincerely,
CM