My apologies for the time I post this. It's a little late, but hey.. It's still Monday (at least here). But whatever I was doing with this chapter, it kept growing larger and larger. I hope you don't mind.

Well at least there will be an end to this major oneshot, haha. Problably one or two chapters left. And yes, next chapter will contain more Leo ;-).

Enjoy!

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Fight Together

"I hope ya can dance, Mister Fancy Pants," the man said with a confident grin as he tapped a hockey stick in his hand. "Cuz Casey Jones has joined tha party!"

Standing up straight, Bishop dusted off his shoulders nonchalantly. "Mister Jones. What an unpleasant surprise," he said dryly. "I did not remember inviting you, so I guess this is what one refers to as 'party crashing'."

Casey gave a chuckle. "I like tha way yer thinkin', old man. Cuz there will be a lot of crashin' indeed!" Lifting his hockey stick over his shoulder, he charged at the government agent, who didn't seemed fazed at this action. He merely stepped aside to avoid the long wood aimed at his side. "Please," he scoffed. "If I wanted to fight an asinined ape, I would've gone to the research lab back at the office."

Swinging his stick again, Casey tried to stay in the direct line of defence. There was no way he would let this creepy agent get to Leo or Mike again. He already was almost too late. "Well, I suggest ya just go there right now, cuz there ya've got a chance of winnin'."

Bishop sniggered. "Do you really think so? I am just -"

"Sir! Behind you!" one of the agents that got hold of Don suddenly called out. In one solid movement Bishop turned his head around, just in time to see a baseball bat flying towards him. Quickly he hold out his arm and blocked the weapon easily. "Ah, Miss O'Neil. You look lovely today," Bishop gave his attacker a proper greeting. A little shocked April looked back in the dark eyes of the government agent.

"Move, babe!" Casey roared as he used his full weight to body check Bishop in the direction of the open infirmary door. Both males crashed hard into the door post, as April shakily stood up from her successful shoulder roll. Looking at the brawl in front of her, she knew she was safe for now. She dared a look behind her and immediately her breath got stuck in her throat by the look of Leo. His irregular breathing worried her greatly and he was sweating and trembling like crazy. This had to be the work of the poison Donnie was talking about. What he didn't tell her is that he looked even more beat up than that time he was thrown through her window on that cursed day. Just by looking at him April could almost feel the pain radiating from his battered body. He needed help, and fast. She looked around, searching for the notes Don had told her about. Then, for the second time in ten seconds, her heart seemed to freeze. Right next to the small desk, underneath the cabinets, laid an unconscious Mikey. Blood slowly seeped out of a huge cut on his head as dark bruises seem to color the whole side of his cranium in an awful shade of bluish purple. "Oh, gosh, Mikey!" she called out, since she wasn't prepared to another one injured. She quickly looked him over and noticed some black stains on his plastron, along with several small burn marks on his arms. "What in the world happened?" she confusedly asked herself. Suddenly she heard some grunts coming from her front and quickly she turned her head back. Casey and Bishop were still in the doorway, wrestling to claim position. Making up her mind, April got up from her crouched position and with a little run-up, she pushed both males out of the room with a shoulder barge. Not expecting some extra weight in the fight, both lost their footing at bit, at which Casey took benefit from. "Thanks, babe," he commented panting, as he Sparta-kicked an unbalanced Bishop further into the living room. "Lock tha door!"

"Way ahead of you!" April called, slamming the door closed. "And don't call me 'babe'!"

Grinning Casey glanced around and saw Bishop getting up slowly. Taking the extra second, he twirled his hockey stick as he ran towards Don and his captors. "Heads up!" he yelled, using his stick as a baseball bat. Almost all agents were smart enough to move quickly out of the way, except for one who managed to break the stick with his cheek. Or the other way around, Casey wasn't sure.

"Thanks, Casey. You're a lifesaver!" Don called as he rapidly scrambled up and took his bo with him in the process. Immediately he ran to Raph, where some agents already looked at him nervously. Seeing him coming, Raph ducked as low to the ground as he could so Don could jump right over him with a spin kick, taking several agents with him. Instantly Raph broke free and jumped out of harm's way. "Heh, that was fun," he said relieved as Don stepped back in front of him.

"Yeah, let's do it again, shall we?" Don deadpanned and he looked back, glancing over to Raph's injured limb. He tilted his chin. "How's your arm?"

Realising he was holding it tightly, Raph let go quickly and gave Don a rough shove to the shoulder. "I'm fine. Jus' get rid of those bastards." He grabbed a sai in his good hand and twirled it menacingly. Don nodded, knowing there was no way he could convince his hotheaded brother otherwise. Besides that, he couldn't check up on him now, there simply wasn't enough time. "Just don't make it worse. I need you."

"I hear ya." He took a step forward so he was standing next to Don. "Let's take 'em down."

Don gazed around the room, trying to come up with the most functional plan that was possible. Unfortunately fighting strategics weren't his specialty. How much he wished for his oldest brother to be here right now. Leo could come up with a plan in a second. Don gave a sigh and made up his mind. "Yeah, let's. Just don't take any unnecessary risks."

Raph gave a snort. "Yer soundin' like Fearless right now." Giving his younger brother a soft smack on the head like he did with Mikey all of the time, he sped off, ready for round two.

Don grinned, before realising something. "Hold them off!" he yelled, before making a dash towards the infirmary. He pounded on the door. "April, it's Don! I've got the notes right here." He reached into a compartment in his belt and slid the notes under the door. "I hope you can read it!" Not waiting for an answer, Don turned on his heel and ran off again to help his brother.

Meanwhile Casey tried to keep Bishop away from everything. Unfortunately it was harder than he thought, since the government agent was a freakin' kung fu specialist or something. The guy was so fast, Casey was afraid he'd lost him if he blinked. He just had to keep this up for a few more minutes, then the guys would back him up.

"You are getting on my nerves, man-ape," Bishop said as he dodged a metal golf club. He lashed out with his right hand, which shaved just along Casey's cheek. "Heh, and I'm jus' gettin' started." He grunted when the next punch of Bishop's combination hit his abdomen. Taking a step back, he hope he would get out of line, but Bishop followed him as he kept attacking. "I should reconsider this foolish act, Jones," Bishop said as he punched Casey hard across his jaw. "As opposed to your mutant friends, you have no significant value to me." He turned and threw his elbow back, hitting Casey right into his diaphragm, causing the muscular man to fall down on his knees winded.

Looking down on his struggling enemy, Bishop breathed out hard. "I will not hesitate to kill you."

With his hand on the lower part of his chest, Casey tried to regain his breath. He knew this guy wasn't fooling around, so he took the threat seriously. He felt the stern agent looking down on him, like he was already beaten. But he was not. He had a family to protect - His family. Finally, after what seemed minutes, he managed to open his eyes again. Quickly stabilizing his blurry vision, he saw Bishop's feet just a few inches away from him. Right when he wanted to scramble up, he noticed one of Bishop's neat shoes covered in blood. When he looked better, he saw the long, narrow gash on top where most of the fresh blood was on.

Finding a weakness at last, Casey took his chance and slammed his fist hard on top of the shoe. Immediately Bishop cried out in pain as he bend forward to feel his injured foot. "You ignoramus!" he yelled through gritted teeth. "You will pay for this!"

Getting to his feet, Casey took his club in his hands. "Sorry, I'm outta cash. Ya except other forms of payment? Like a club ta yer face?" He lashed out, aiming for Bishop's head, but before the weapon could hit target, Bishop moved his shoulder up to block. With a crack the golf club deflected and with some effort Bishop limped out of the way. "Lucky shot. Next time you won't be."

"I don't think there'll be a next time, Johnny-boy," Raph suddenly commented as he appeared next to Casey. He twirled his sai and regripped it, pointing it to his enemy. "I think yer outta time."

Don took position on the other side of Casey, looking Bishop over with aversion. "It's over, Bishop," he spoke. "Give up."

Instead of giving in, Bishop started to laugh. "Over? On the contrary, Donatello." He took a deep breath as to calm himself from laughing. "I think it is far from over." He spread his arms. "Look where I am right now. I am in the middle of the living room of the blasted mutants who cause me so much trouble." He gave an amused chuckle, setting his eyes on Don. "I am right where I want to be. All I have to do is make one call and my whole division will barge in and take you down in a second."

Raph shot forward and tackled Bishop to the ground. "Ya really think we'll be givin' ya that chance?" he said, ready to strike with his sai. Bishop grinned. "Oh please, Raphael. You really think it would be that simple for you? I am equipped with a tracker, monitoring my activities. Once that does not register anything anymore, the same action will be taken. So as long as you keep your precious fork out of my way, I guess we can whip up a deal."

It was quiet for a couple of seconds. Then Don took a step forward. "What deal?"

Bishop tried to get up. "Could you -" he started to Raph, but got pushed back on the ground roughly. "I don't think so, psycho. Keep talkin'."

Ignoring Raph further, Bishop turned to Donatello. "It is one thing to take you down for good, but I also know you will not hesitate to kill me once I will call. Since I have more plans, I value my life over your downfall. Unless of course your dog of a brother will hurt me even more." He shot a sideway glance to Raph who had wrinkled his beak in anger, itching to bring his sai down. Fixing his eyes on Don again, he continued. "I'll suggest to keep him on a leash from now on."

Slamming the end of his bo staff right next to Bishop on the ground, Don gave the agent a fierce stare. "Keep talking like that and there won't be a deal to begin with."

Sniggering, Bishop shook his head. "I don't think you understand your situation, Donatello. You are in no position to make any demands. All of the cards are in my hand. Actually, I have your whole existence in my hands, including the life of your oldest brother. I suggest you stop playing with it."

At that moment a steel golf club went down, breaking the tiles right next to Bishop's head. "Ya freakin' monster. I'm gonna rip ya ta pieces, ya -"

"Jones! If you know what's good for you or your friends, you'll stop." Bishop cut in in a firm voice. "This will be your final warning. I said I value my life, but I did not say I will not sacrifice it for the greater good of the country. Making the call to take you into custody and delivering you to Area 51 will make me a hero. A hero who saved the United States from vicious fighting mutants who kill government agents. Don't forget that. Another outburst and I will contact HQ."

Don thought the situation over and concluded Bishop was right. Although their enemy was outnumbered, there were still a lot of cards up his sleeve. And if he had listened correctly, Bishop had mentioned something about Leo's life. If that was what he hoped it meant, it was really worth listening. Don decided his course of action. "Start talking then."

A small grin flashed over Bishop's lips. "Good decision, Donatello. I knew I could communicate rationally with you, unlike -"

"Start talking, Bishop," Don cut in firmly. Bishop looked him over. "Very well. I suggest you will let me walk away from here and with that you will never bother me again. Even when you come across me on the street, like your beloved brother. You will leave me to my work and you just walk away." He gave both turtles a hard stare. "And of course, in exchange I will do the same. I will leave you in peace, including your rat and your human friends."

Don gave a thoughtful nod. "What about Leatherhead?"

"The alligator? I can include him."

Don put a hand on his chin and gave it a thought. This whole deal was great for them. They never had to worry about Bishop and thus the government. Never they had to fear being dissected by some shady agents in a metallic lab. But what would happen when they said 'yes'? Bishop was definitely up to something and by giving in, they gave him everything he wanted. A free ticket to continue his corrupt actions towards the country.

Noticing Don's dilemma, Bishop cleared his throat. "I almost forgot," he said in a sweet voice. "When we have an agreement, I am willing to give you the cure for your brother." He paused to take in the looks of his enemies. "So let me summarize this. You will let me go and leave me alone in the future, whatever I am doing. In exchange I will do the same, do not call in my army to take you down and I will give you the cure for my poison." He looked around, rather certain of himself. "But if you will not agree, Leonardo will die in a most painful way and I will make sure to capture the rest of you. Once captured, I will make sure poor Michelangelo will endure the most gruesome experiments back at Area 51 and you two will never see daylight again, withering away in a dark cell. Maybe I will even make you watch the youngest suffer." He put in a pause, letting his words sink in. With growing mirth he felt Raphael tense up, the green hands trembling with anger. "Besides that… Your precious rat will be hunted down until he collapses and die, probably in the stinking sewers which he came from in the first place. And your friends will be executed for betraying the country by hiding mutants they should have reported. How's that for a deal?"

Don swallowed hard. The words had hit mark and he knew they didn't have a choice. Trembling with anger, he tried to calm himself. Suddenly there was a furious roar and Raph had launched his injured arm straight into Bishop's face. "Yer a disgusting, pathetic man. I thought I've seen all of ya in tha past, but apparently ya can get much, much worse." Breathing heavily to contain his anger he stood up. "Yer makin' me sick." He turned his head to Don, his eyes doing the talking for him. Don gave a nod, completely understanding the gesture… They had to give in.

"Foolish mutant. This little action had almost cost you everything," Bishop said, rubbing his cheek. "Your home, your friends, your family… Your life."

"But apparently didn't," Don said, his voice cold. There was no way this could get any better and he was just done with it. All he wanted was to help his ailing brothers and he could only do that when they submitted. "Now give me the cure, and we'll accept your truce."

Bishop got to his feet, a wicked grin on his face. "So we have an agreement?" he asked, taking a few steps towards Don. Immediately Raph and Casey jumped in between, ready to attack. A three fingered hand on Raph's shoulder prevented him from lashing out again. Instead he took a step aside. "I swear, Bishop," he spat out. "Yer doin' anything ta harm my family again, I'm comin' fer ya personally. Deal or not."

"Don't worry, Raphael. I am a man of my word. And I trust you are too with your ninja honour and such like," Bishop said, reaching in his pocket. He took out a small vial containing a light green fluid. He turned to Don. "This, Donatello, is the cure for your brother. You can test it if you want to, but I can assure you it's the right antidote."

Don took it and looked it over. "Does it need anything else?" he asked, although he was still going to check it. Bishop shook his head. "Just put it in a syringe and administer it directly into his bloodstream. It should work within three hours."

"How long does he have left?" Don asked seriously. Bishop looked at his watch. "Still thirtyeight hours, so no rush."

"Any adverse effects?"

"Not really. He'll be very sore for a full week because of the constraining muscles, after that he will be able to move again without too much pain," Bishop explained.

"Jeez, guys. Shall I put the kettle on or what?" Casey exclaimed. He did not like this at all. Don chatting with their enemy like they were talking about kittens or something.

Don nodded and looked at Bishop. "I have your word?"

"Definitely," the agent answered. With a small smirk on his face he hold out his hand. Doubtingly Don looked at it before exchanging a look with Raph again, who gave the slightest of nods. Still not liking the idea, Don reluctantly grabbed Bishop's hand and shook it. "Now beat it."

"And take yer agents with ya," Raph added, giving one of the unconscious agents a small kick.

Letting go, Bishop made a small bow. "It was nice doing business with you." Walking away towards the door, he rolled up his sleeve and pushed a button on his watch. Immediately the front door burst open again and another small army of men entered the living room.

With big eyes Don stared at it as Raph and Casey crowded in front of him. "We had a deal, Bishop! We had an agreement!"

Bishop stopped in his tracks and turned around partially. "And we do. I thought your brother had asked to take my agents with me. I'm just cleaning up my mess."

Speechless, the two turtles and one human watched how the unconscious bodies of their enemies were dragged out of the lair at a fast pace. Within two minutes there were no agents left, just Bishop, who stood in the doorway. "Your secret is safe with me, as long as you keep your promises." He grabbed the door handle. "I wish you a pleasant life, mutants." With that he walked through the door, closing it behind him, rendering Don, Raph and Casey dumbfounded.

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