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A/N: I hope I'm not pushing this detective OC too much, I really was intending on adding one in there sooner or later. Hope you like it!

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The knife felt like lead in my hand. I knew what that meant. I wasn't about to kill a cop who was just doing his job.

Shit!

Weak.

Fucking weak.

But what else to do?

I fingered my last smoke bomb. I wanted to use it for the evidence room, but this couldn't be helped. Tossing it, it clinked against the wall just as his foot crossed the threshold. Marshall's eyes widened as he saw it. He knew what it meant.

Then he did something unexpected.

Instead of backing off, he dove into the office just as the explosive charge went off, filling the entire office with smoke.

Wrapping his hand around my leg, he yanked at my foot. I was so surprised that my body dragged along slightly with the motion before I caught myself. Then I felt the barrel of the gun against my chest.

He couldn't see me. There was no way he could see me. But he knew where my leg was, wouldn't be too hard to piece together where my body was.

For an instant, I froze, my heart in my throat as panic clawed at me. This was a fate worse than death. Being discovered. What would he think when the smoke finally cleared and he saw a giant mutant turtle? The very thought made my breath seize in my throat. No…I couldn't let that happen.

Could I get away? In a way that didn't result in me getting shot? I wasn't sure, and the seconds that my body was obscured by the white smoke was quickly ticking away.

I heard him shift, getting to a sitting position. "Got you now, fucker."

Licking my lips, I shifted slightly. He felt it. Immediately the gun was pressed tighter against my plastron. I could hear the jingling of him getting his cuffs out. He was going to fucking cuff me.

Shit!

"You're one smart fucker, I'll give you that. Thought we got you, with that evidence, something you obviously know about. Got balls, coming here like this. Where'd you get that training? Was it MIT? Military?" I could hear the cuffs catch on his belt. Grunting, he struggled with it, trying to disengage it with one hand while keeping his attention on me. "Don't know how you got in here, and fucking hog tied me, but I got you now."

My mind worked furiously. How should I play this? Perhaps cooperative. "I taught myself. No official training." I whispered in an answer. The smoke was lasting longer than usual. Probably because of the enclosed office space. It was buying me precious time. Slowly, so the movement wasn't betrayed with my body, I shifted my hand towards the gun.

He was clearly surprised by my answering, enough that he paused what he was doing for the barest instant.

Exactly what I needed.

Grabbing the barrel, I jerked away from my body while twisting it forcefully. It went off, the bullet exploding into the wall behind me. He cried out as his fingers twisted in the gun, the pain causing him to automatically let go. I let it fall. I had no use for it, my fingers wouldn't even fit into the trigger.

Instead I yanked him forward, further twisting as I did so. He tried to fight it, wisely going with the twist, pushing forward so that his weight came on top of me, taking advantage of my awkward position, knocking me to my shell.

But I had size, strength and training on my side. Grabbing him with my other hand, I bodily flipped him, turning my own body as I did so, so that he was on his stomach on the floor and I was on top of him. My weight pressed into him, deflating his lungs, painfully compressing his ribcage. Wheezing, he gasped for air. I couldn't do it like this, though, it might actually kill him. Instead I got to my feet, heaving him up with me. I heard him gasp in surprise as I lifted him as easily as I might lift a pet cat.

Then in an instant his surprise was over and he was writhing wildly in my arms, enough that I couldn't even get the choke hold. I cursed. Propelling him forward, I bent him over the desk, leaning on his back with my elbow as I yanked the cuffs off of his belt, ripping the loop in the process.

"NO! YOU FUCKER! STOP IT! KENNEDY! IN HERE!" He yelled for his partner as I enclosed the cuffs around his wrist, securing them tightly.

Then, yanking him up once more, I wrapped my arm around his throat. "Will you fucking shut up!" I hissed in his ear.

"They'll nail your ass to the wall if you kill me." He wheezed as I tightened my grip on his throat. I could feel his heart palpitate through his carotid artery. Smell the fear.

"I'm not going to kill you, Marshall." I whispered in his ear, smiling, despite myself. Maybe I could do this!

Standing there, as the smoke cleared, with his body pressed against mine as I slowly robbed him of oxygen, it was an odd situation to say the least. I could feel his panic as his lungs discovered that they couldn't breathe. He gaped, kicking wildly, in full fight or flight mode.

By now my own adrenaline was pumping wildly. I had gotten away with it, at least this part, when I thought for sure that it wasn't going to end well. I felt energized, giddy, even. Stroking the side of his head with one hand, I breathed in his ear. "Shhhhhhh…Don't worry. You'll just wake up with a headache. You're fine. Just a little longer." He trembled beneath me. His brain, his endocrine system, it was panicking. It was tittilating.

Then I looked up and the blood drained from my face at what I saw.

Oh, shit.

I had not planned for this.

There, on the other side of the lieutenant's window, barely visible through the nearly closed blinds, I saw Leo.

I stopped what I was doing, inadvertently allowing my arm to loosen, making the detective inhale sharply, coughing and wheezing. I could do nothing but stare, jaw open in shock. How did he know I was here? Could he see me? Of course he could, what a stupid question to ask. But if he was here, that meant that the rest of them were here…

No no no no no no no no no!

This couldn't be happening! They would ruin everything! Or they might get hurt, because of me! No. I couldn' t let that happen. That, and if Sophia knew that they were here…the thought made me shudder.

By now I became aware of the detective squirming again. For a moment indecision warred within me. What to do with this guy? Then, squatting down, I fished into my bag with one arm, pulling out the duct tape. Letting go to pin him to the floor with my knee, I quickly wrapped the duct tape several times around his head, then around his eyes, encircling the entire head, including the hair. A bitch to get off, but surely it would buy me time. After securing his ankles, then connecting the tie to his cuffs, I duct taped him to the desk with several loops. I wasted several seconds doing this. Too much wasted time. But it was effective. He squirmed uselessly, no way that he could get out without assistance.

Stepping out carefully, my senses were now more alert than before. I wasn't just watching out for cops, which was bad enough. I was watching out for my brothers.

What the hell were they doing here?

It didn't matter. I had to prepare for all contingencies.

So what would I do if I ran into them?

Shit, I couldn't even begin to think of that.

Body kept low, my butt almost brushing the ground, I crept out into the office area, looking at the main evidence room. After all, I still had a mission. With any luck they hadn't processed it yet. Then I could get in, do what I needed to do, and get out, maybe lure my brothers away from here so they wouldn't get hurt or caught.

Idiots.

The evidence room was locked. Likely the clerk, if he was even still in there, heard the commotion and locked himself in. Lock pick already in hand, I made short work of it. Peeking inside, I saw my first sign of good lady luck smiling down on me. No one was here. Closing the door quietly behind me, I got to my feet and quickly scanned the inventory. Their organization system was archaic, to say the least, and it was easy to find. Slapping it on the PC of the computer, I poured the acid over both, emptying the bottle.

Now to get the fuck out of here.

I blinked hard in the office. Shit, why hadn't I considered the enclosed space? There was no place for the fumes to escape, I had closed the door after me. Stupid, empty-headed mistake. The toxic fumes of the acid seemed to swirl around me. Already I felt my eyes burn, my vision getting a little bit blurry. My breath caught painfully in my throat.

Fucking idiot.

Yanking the door open too forcefully, I stepped outside, wheezing slightly, my eyes already running with tears.

This was beyond dangerous. I couldn't see, had trouble hearing, could barely concentrate. I needed to get out, clear my system.

Dropping low, I scooted over to a desk, barely wedging myself within it where the chair would go, wanting to be as hidden as possible. Then I took a few precious seconds to try to get over this shit. There was no way that I could function adequately like this, too much risk. Peeling off my gloves, I shakily reached for a bottle of water in my bag and, pouring it into my palm, splashed it in my face, careful to keep my eyes open while I did so. Then I took a healthy swig of water. Normally I'd spit it out, but I couldn't risk leaving evidence, so I swallowed the toxic laced liquid.

I blinked hard as the water struck my eyeballs. Luckily Sophia didn't let me wear my mask, so I didn't have to worry about residue there. The water did help though, and after a few more swigs, emptying the bottle, my throat started to feel better. Now I could breathe without the wheezing.

Stupid, idiotic, rookie mistake.

Those few seconds, however short they may have been, was enough for more things to go horribly wrong.

Another detective, likely Marshall's partner, Kennedy, whom he'd screamed for, skidded into the room, gun held low. "Marshall?" He called out, eyes squinting in the near pitch blackness. Wedged under the desk like I was, I froze, not even daring to breathe. Listening to his footsteps, I heard them approach me until they were a mere foot away, then they slowly recede away from me.

Towards the lieutenant's office, where by now Marshal was pushing the desk, causing it to skid noisily across the floor.

Man, I just couldn't catch a break with this Marshall guy.

Unfortunately, Kennedy was way too alert for my taste. He kept his attention on the main office area even after discovering his partner duct-taped to a desk. There was no way that I could get out of here, especially in this awkward position, without risking getting shot. Not really looking at him, he quickly fished out a key and unlocked the cuffs, allowing the guy to free himself of the duct tape. The first thing that he did was rip the tape off his face. "He's still in here." He gasped.

Shit shit shit shit.

If only I had another smoke bomb.

As if it answered my prayers, I heard the familiar clinking sound of a smoke bomb dance across the floor. Marshall recognized the sound instantly. "Mother fucker!" He screamed, just as the white smoke exploded instantly filling the space.

I seized the opportunity.

As soon as I had the cover, I bolted from the space. It was only when I was tearing down the side hallway, thanking my lucky stars that there didn't seem to be any cops in this particular area, nearing the side exit, that the blatantly obvious question struck me like a blow to the head.

Who threw the smoke bomb?

The answer literally hit me, colliding bodily with me. It being completely unexpected, I hit the ground hard, the heavy weight behind me hit me even harder, squashing me against the tile, knocking the breath from my lungs. My chin clipped the floor, causing stars to dance in my vision. In short, I was bodily stunned.

Raph grunted as he pushed himself off me just enough to grab my arms, taking advantage of my being dazed. "We got you now, Don. Enough fucking talk. You're coming home with us." He growled into my ear. I wanted to avoid my brothers, especially Raph. Strange, if we ever did have a reunion, I never thought hat this was how it would happen. Never did I imagine that he'd get the jump on me like this. I was too cocky, and now I was paying for it.

A familiar sense of panic swamped over me. I felt something being tied around my wrist. Warning bells danced in my head. This shouldn't be happening. It seemed way to surreal, like it wasn't real. This couldn't be happening!

But it was.

Still gaping for breath, I felt myself being lifted bodily off the floor and set to my feet. It was almost as if there was someone else in this body, not me. My arms wrapped securely behind me, Raph lifted up on my arms to the point of painful dislocation, forcing me to walk in my toes, keeping me from gaining enough balance and traction to do anything about it.

Or so he thought.

As soon as he slapped the door open, shoving me out into the parking lot, I allowed my legs to buckle. Raph grunted in surprise, letting go of my arms. Twisting so that I landed on my shell, I turned and kicked with both feet, striking him in the center of his chest with my heels.

He fell back with an ompf! Scrambling to my feet, taking longer than necessary because of my secured arms, I started across the parking lot. I had no idea what was going through my head. Too much had happened. All that I could think of doing was to get away.

I saw the nunchuku coming, but without my arms for balance, and with my bag swinging awkwardly to the side, I couldn't avoid it. It wrapped around my ankle, tripping up my other foot, causing me to fall hard, the rough gravel digging harshly into my arm, the little rocks piercing my skin.

As soon as I touched the gravel, I felt hands hook in my armpits, lifting me partly with a grunt, dragging my across my shell until we were behind a police van, somewhat in cover. Blinking, I looked up at Mike's smiling face. Not just smiling. It was positively glowing. He patted the side of my face. "Don't worry, we got you bro!" He gestured towards the station with his head. What was there to be so excited about? "I set up my own diversion, on the other side. We should be safe. I saw all the cops head over there."

Except for the two detectives that I left in the office area.

I heard a snarl and saw Raph approaching, a grimace on his face. "Don't put us through any more shit, Don." He warned.

Then, to the side, a little in front of the van, I saw Leo. He looked grim, maybe a little resigned, but also relieved in a way. He looked like he wanted to say a lot, but as he stared at me, lying on the pavement, bleeding from my road rash, he just sighed. "You're coming home." He said in a low whisper, a slight tremor in his voice.

I was? No, I couldn't. I couldn't leave Sophia. She was my everything. She didn't judge. She accepted me for me. I needed her! She loves me! Gritting my teeth, I shook my head. Raph glowered.

Even as the panic started to flood me ever so slightly, struggling to take in everything, things took on a whole new twist when a small floodlight suddenly illuminated all of us plain as day.

We were too distracted, none of us even noticed.

For an instant we froze, like deer in the headlights, blinking through the glare. Then reality set in like a crushing weight. The worst of the worst. We had been spotted.

Then our heads turned to see Marshall, who had come out of a side exit, huge light held aloft, gun in the other hand. He stared at us, his eyes like saucers, his mouth gaping open. "Marshall…" I hissed. Seriously, what was with this guy?

At the sound of his name his eyes whipped to me, then somehow got wider. "You…" He whispered. I could see him piece together everything in his head. His eyes zeroed in on me. I knew that he knew, he knew that it was me.

Then Leo withdrew his katana, an unreadable expression on his face.

"NO!" I yelled. I knew this guy well enough to know what would happen. I've seen his records, his documents. I knew how he would react.

And it did.

The gun went off.

Leo paused, a shocked look slowly spreading on his face as he slowly looked towards me. It was then, when he turned, that I saw the well of blood appear on his chest where the bullet had pierced it.

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A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of your support! I do have a few new readers in here, which is greatly appreciated. As always, please leave a read and review to let me know what you think!

P.S. I do have a new fic out, featuring Mike called My Camouflage is Orange. If you like, please check it out!

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