A/N: Soorry for the wait, got a promotion at work (HURRAY!) and that has left me mentally drained from learnig the ropes of my new position. But this is the longest chapter yet so..here ya go!

Donatello was frozen in place. He had no idea what was happening or what he should do. He's being held against his will, in the dark, with a hysterical woman. A dozen scenarios were running through his head.

'Do I let her know I'm here? She can't see me now, but what happens when the lights turn on again? If I tell her what I am now, she won't believe me. How will she react?

He was angry, worried and frightened all at once. He finally decided that it would be better in the long run to at least let the woman know she wasn't alone in here.

He cleared his throat first, trying to get her attention, but her sobs prevented her hearing it. Donatello took a steadying breath. Even though his appearance was hidden for now, a lifetime of hiding from people and then purposefully revealing himself made him extremely nervous.

"Uh, I don't want to scare you but-"

Her sharp intake of breath told him that she heard him that time.

"Who-who's there? What do you want?" Her voice got higher in pitch and her words blurred together.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said in his most calm, reassuring voice he could muster, "I was brought here against my will, just like you."

She didn't say anything and the purple masked turtle let her gather herself. He heard some sniffles and her taking a few deep breaths.

It was a few minutes before the woman had calmed down and gathered her thoughts. She couldn't help it, she chuckled.

"What are you in for?" She laughed a little more.

At first Donatello thought the woman was going to get hysterical again, but when she asked the question he joined in her laughter.

'Sounds like something Mikey would say.'

The amusement faded quickly and there was a moment of awkward silence before she got more serious.

"I-" the woman began but paused. Where did she even start?

"Bree." She blurted.

"What?" Came the obviously male voice.

"That's my name. Bree."

"Oh, right. I'm Donatello."

Silence.

"I wish I could say it was nice to meet you but…" She let the comment hang open.

"I understand."

More silence.

"So…Donatello. That's a…unique name."

Donatello chuckled, "Yeah, not to many of us out there."

These silences were beginning to get uncomfortable.

"Do you know anything about what's going on?" Bree finally asked.

Donatello hesitated for a split second, he knew the question was coming, but he had not totally decided on what exactly he was going to tell her. He didn't want to scare her more than she already was, but she deserved to know.

He took a deep, calming breath, 'Here it goes.'

"Yes and no. I don't…um…I just…It's…"

He growled when he couldn't find the words he wanted to say. Things were getting jumbled in his mind, which doesn't happen often for the genius turtle.

Bree could sense her companions' growing frustration.

"Ok, calm down! How about more specific questions? Um…Do you know where we are?"

"…No." She shared in the disappointment she heard in his voice.

"Ok…Do you know who is responsible for bringing us here?"

"Bishop." There was such venom in his voice that it shocked Bree.

"Bishop?" She asked, gently prodding him to continue.

"Yeah. We've crossed paths a few times. He was and might still be, an agent for the U.S Government, don't know which branch exactly, some secret section, but he now heads an organization called the Earth Protection Force."

"Ok," 'So that gives me more questions than answers' Bree says to herself, "So do you know why we're here?"

Donatello sighed, "Kind of. Ever since we first met he's been very, um…curious about me, but I honestly don't know why you were dragged into this."

Bree could sense there was more to this stranger's story than he was letting on, but she could tell that he was no threat to her, at least for the moment.

"Um Bree?" Donatello was tentative.

"Yeah Donatello?"

"I need to tell you something…about me, before the lights turn on…"

She was looking in the direction his voice was coming from, not really sure on where this conversation was going.

"I'm a…um…I'm not –"

Donatello let out a soft curse as the bright lights abruptly caused both occupants to squeeze their eyes shut.

"Holy shit!" Bree's surprised reaction told the turtle that her vision had adjusted first and finally got a good look at him.

He rubbed his eyes once more and looked where he knew Bree was. She had wavy, light brown hair that just brushed her shoulders. The red and puffiness of her eyes were a stark contrast to their brilliant green color and her light complexion. Her dark blue dress suit was torn in a few places and she had an overall disheveled look to her. Her expression as she looked at him was one of pure fright and when his eyes met hers, she pressed herself further into the wall and away from him.

Donatello didn't dare move a muscle for fear of sending her into a panic.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said in the same tone as before.

Bree let out the breath she had been holding, "Holy shit!" She repeated, but this time in a surprised whisper.

Bree stood up quickly and moved as far away from the…whatever it was, as she could, never once taking her eyes off of it.

They both sat there, unmoving and silent. Bree was trying to calm her racing mind. She had no clue what to think or do. Donatello just waited patiently. He had to let the girl calm down on her own. He had to admit that her reaction did hurt a little but he also found her initial reaction kind of amusing.

Only a few minutes passed before the sounds of the door being unlocked made both occupants turn their heads towards it. Donatello leapt to his feet just as the door swung open, hearing another curse from Bree, as she moved as far away from both the door and him as possible. She looked like she was going to go into a panic again.

Donatello tensed as Bishop entered with more armed guards than before, but this time in place of their stun weapons, they carried the typical military issued riffles. This made the purple masked turtle very nervous. He must have crossed a line with his defiance and now Bishop was getting serious. Donatello knew he had to watch his step if he ever wanted to see freedom again.

The guards filtered into the room, some surrounding him and others surrounding Bree, who was still looking terrified.

"What's your game Bishop?" Donatello growled, "She has nothing to do with this! You don't need any more leverage against me!"

Bishop actually smiled.

"This young woman is not leverage my terrapin friend, but do not misunderstand me, even though her compatibility for this endeavor is exceptional, she can be replaced."

Donatello got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew now that he was responsible for this stranger's safety, but something Bishop said gave him even more trepidation.

"Compatibility with what?"

"I guess I can let you in on the secret." Bishop said, as he moved close enough to whisper in Donatello's ear.

Bree watched the exchange between this 'Bishop' and what she could now tell was a cross between human and a turtle with growing apprehension. The turtle sounded as confused as to why she was here as she herself was and very upset about it too. She strained to hear what Bishop said when he leaned in to whisper to the turtle.

The turtles eyes widened in shock as his gazed locked with hers. Then his whole demeanor changed.

"NO!" He yelled as his fist flew towards Bishop's head. "I WON'T LET YOU!"

The man ducked and the guards surrounding Donatello made to protect him but the turtle blocked their attempts and a suddenly the room was filled with the sights and sounds battle. The turtle, Donatello, she reminded herself, kicked a guard in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. Bree could not believe what she was seeing. He was holding his own against, she quickly counted, five men! They way he was fighting told her that he was very skilled and not your typical fighter.

She was roughly grabbed by two of the guards around her while the rest went to help their comrades. She looked to their captor, Bishop and was surprised to see an amused look on his face. He was enjoying this. His smile grew larger, in a manic way, and Bree quickly switched her gaze back to the fight.

Donatello was dripping blood from a fresh busted lip and several fresh bruises marred his olive green skin. He was surrounded. A guard charged him from his front and when the turtle went to throw a punch, his arm was snatched by another from behind, which he promptly turned into an arm lock. Donatello grunted as he was forced to his knees. The guard kept his tight grip so that his captive had no chance of getting loose. He looked to Bishop. When Bishop nodded, the guard smiled and completed the maneuver and a sickening pop followed by the turtles screamed filled the room as his shoulder joint was forced out of its socket. The guard continued to hold his arm in a painful position as Bishop walked up to them.

Bishop calmly straightens his tie and held out his hand to one of his guards who wordlessly handed over his riffle.

"Make no mistake turtle," Bishop all but spat as he caulked the gun, "if your defiance continues, you will not enjoy the consequences."

"You won't kill me, you need me." Donatello replied through gritted teeth.

"No, I won't...at least not until I try this experiment first. But as I said before," He pointed the weapon at Bree, "she can be replaced."

"NO! She's an innocent!" Donatello all but pleaded, but he couldn't bring himself to promise his complete compliance.

Bishop seemed to read the turtles mind.

"I am not naïve, turtle. I do not expect total acquiescence from you. That would take all the fun out of this venture."

"I'm not naïve either Bishop! I know that if you can't get whatever it is you want from me then you'll just go after my brothers, so let's both stop pretending and consider our deal null and void." Donatello growled as he glared up at his captor.

Bishops smirk disappeared and his tone darkened, causing both captives to shudder, "None compliance will be met with swift punishment and anymore direct assaults on the guards will have dire consequences. Do I make myself clear turtle?"

When Donatello didn't answer, his arm was twisted more, causing him to gasp out from the pain.

"Do I make myself clear?" Bishop repeated, his anger leaking through his voice.

"Crystal." Donatello replied.

Bishop lowered the weapon away from Bree and handed it back to its owner,

"Good. Now we can finally begin."Bishop turned towards the door and without looking back said, "Leave him and bring the girl."

Donatello was shoved away, jarring his injured shoulder on the ground. Pain seared through his already throbbing shoulder as he tried to get on his feet, only to fall back to his knees as a wave of dizziness hit him. The door slammed shut, leaving him alone, in silence, once again in the dark.

A/N: This will really get going in the next chapter..I think. My stories have a way of running away from how I originally thought they would be. Oh well...Til next time!