Authors Note:

I'm back...again It was only six years this time. So new job and two kids are excuse this time. Plus I don't have a computer so writing has to ba done on breaks at work. I did up the rating for content in the last chapter just to be safe! I am not overly fond of this chapter, I wrote it, then completely rewrote the beginning. I can't make any promises on when I will post the next one but I will promise to finish it. Also its been so long since I posted I forgot that I had changed Bree's name. So if you see the name Jess, just pretend it's actually Bree :-) Enjoy!

Time seemed like it was standing still, but at the same time it appeared to be speeding past. First Donatello was still in the medical room, in complete shock and struggling to with overwhelming thoughts and feelings. He was not fully aware of what was going on around him. He vaguely remembered hands grabbing him roughly, being shoved around and muffled voices laughing. Here, in the silence of his cell, Donatello gained a little comfort, because at least he knew he was alone.

Donatello could not fight the yawn that came out of nowhere and realized how exhausted he was. He curled up in the corner furthest from the door and let his eyes close, hoping for some rest. However, his mind always wandered back to what had happened and the gambit of emotions would run their course; anger, guilt, fear, embarrassment. Silent tears leaked out of his eyes as he tried to control any outward display of his inner turmoil. When sleep eluded him, Donatello tried meditation. Even though he couldn't tell his family of what happened to him, at least not yet, he desperately wanted the comfort their presence would offer. Chaos was all that he found when he tried to order his thoughts and calm his nerves in order to reach out to them and this just brought more feelings of insecurity and uselessness to the olive colored turtle.

The silence was deafening. Donatello had not really noticed it before now, but this room must be sound proof very well and so, the click of the door unlocking was very loud in his ears. His heart began to thump inside his chest and it felt as if his stomach dropped when the door opened. He was scared, but he wasn't going to let it on to his captors, refusing to let on how scared and hopeless he actually felt. So, he stood up and put on what he hoped to be a neutral expression.

The same two men that had taken him earlier, now entered with an unconscious Jess between them. He was a bit surprised when one pointed the remote at him and braced himself for the pain of electricity coursing through him but that didn't happen. Instead, Donatello was pulled backward until his shell hit the wall behind him. At the same time, his hands were forced up to about shoulder height, as they were secured to the wall by the cuffs around his wrists. This painfully knocked his still sore shoulder and he couldn't contain the hiss that escaped. Good thing he was as close to the wall as he was or that could have been a lot more painful. Once they got a ways into the room, they let go of Jess and just let her fall to the floor.

Donatello clenched his fists as rage filled him at the mistreatment. Broken Nose Guy noticed this and walked towards him. He stopped a few feet away from the turtle.

"What's the matter, freak?" He asked sarcastically.

Donatello ignored the question and turned his gaze away from the man. Apparently that was not the reaction he wanted.

"Hey, I asked you a question!" He demanded, moving closer to the restrained turtle.

Donatello shifted his gaze back just in time to see the punch coming towards his head. He couldn't move to avoid it, but he was able to roll his head with the punch so the impact was not as hard as intended, but it still made the turtle see a few stars.

Donatello blinked a few times to get his vision back to normal then glared, giving the man his full attention, but still staying silent. At this point, it didn't matter if he said anything, it was obvious this guy had it in for him.

'I must have really embarrassed him earlier.' Donatello realized.

'You wanna play it like that turtle boy?" He gave an evil smirk, "Fine."

He pressed a button and the shock instantaneously spread through his body. This setting was higher than the last time but Donatello couldn't even scream because his vocal chords were frozen along with the rest of his body. He couldn't even tell if he was breathing, all he knew was pain. It lasted about 10 seconds and left him gulping for air. When he became fully aware again, Donatello found himself hanging painfully by his wrists that remained affixed to the wall. The pain made Donatello find his feet and get them beneath him to support his weight. Laughter was the first thing to reach his ears.

When he looked up, Donatello saw his tormentor laughing at him, "That was a good show turtle, but I think you need to work on your performance. How 'bouts we try that again?"

The laughter is what woke her. As Jess was regaining her awareness, she heard that awful, mocking laughter. She pushed herself to her knees, and looked up. The sight frightened her. Her 'cell mate' was being shocked and he looked to be in a lot of pain. Then he was gasping for air. She could see little rivulets of red running down is arms from hanging by his wrists.

Bree went numb when the guard pressed the button again. She could tell this was an even higher setting than the last time. She started to count.

5 seconds, time seemed to pass slowly

10 seconds, she was starting to worry.

15 seconds, she looked at the guard behind her, silently imploring him to do something.

20 seconds, was he even going to stop?

25 seconds, that was enough, he wouldn't last much longer.

Bree rose to her feet and yelled,

"STOP! You're killing him!"

She didn't realize that she was physically moving towards the turtle until her arm was grabbed from behind. Instinct took over and as she was being turned around she made a fist with her free hand and swung a hay maker as she let out a growl.

Bree was shocked to see that her strike landed square on the guys chin, knocking him out.

Donatello had recovered just in time to see the second guard fall like a ragdoll onto the floor. He also saw his guy turn to see what was happening and the turtle saw his chance. He didn't think, his years of training took over. He ignored the pain in his wrist and braced himself as his legs shot up and wrapped around the guys neck, squeezing to cut off his air supply. The remote was dropped, as the guard tried to pry the turtle off. It only took a couple minutes before the struggling stopped and Donatello released his captive.

"Are you alright?" Bree asked as she checked for a pulse on the guy at the turtles feet. Finding one, she grabbed the remote.

Donatello was still trying to get his breathing under control but nodded his head to reassure her. His gaze went to the door expecting others to come in to see what happened. It was open! Only a crack, but it hadn't latched closed when they came in carrying Bree. Several moments went by and no one came.

"What are we going to do? They're gonna be pretty pissed when they wake up." Bree commented worriedly.

Donatello had to make a decision quickly, but if he didn't make this count, the consequences could be dire for him and for his brothers, but he had to try. It was as good an opportunity as any and with the security in this place he didn't know if he would get another chance like this one. It would be bad for him if he didn't try to escape anyway, what he had just done would still cost him so he might as well go all in.

"Um…how about an improvised escape attempt?" He replied with a sheepish smile.

Bree answered after a slight hesitation,

"I agree that we have to try. I don't know what they want with us but whatever it is it can't be good." Bree agreed with a determined look.

"Ok. I should probably get these things off first," He gestured to the fancy shackles on his wrists and ankles.

Bree picked up the remote the guard dropped and clicked the devise twice.

Turtle and human sighed with relief as the bands pulsated once before they fell off the turtles' wrists and feet.

"Much better!" Donatello exclaimed, but turned serious when he faced his companion.

"Ok, I have to be honest with you, our chances of getting out of here aren't very good and if we get caught, I don't know what they would do to us. Maybe I could get word out if nothing else." Donatello had no clue what he was saying or trying to say exactly, but he felt that he needed to warn her nonetheless.

"I'm willing to take the risk." Bree replied

"Ok, stay behind me and be as quiet as you can."

Bree nodded in acknowledgement and with that final affirmation, they quietly stepped out into the deserted hallway. At every corner they stopped while the purple banded turtle peered into the next hallway to see if it was empty or not. Once, they had to hurry back the way they came and duck into an empty room while a guard passed them by. They tried all the doors they came to, some were locked, but the ones that weren't were neither viable exits nor could they find a window or a vent big enough for them to crawl into. The more time that went by, the more Donatello felt that this escape attempt was futile. His focus was now on finding a computer that he could use to find some plans to this building or get a message out to his family. They could get April to track the message and find out where this place was. He hadn't mentioned any of this to Jess yet, but he had a feeling that she knew something was up. They had been 'out and about' for nearly twenty minutes now and Donatello had to admit to himself that if they didn't find something soon…Yes! The room he just looked into looks like an office and it has a computer. He rushes inside and pulls Jess along behind him. He quickly closes the door and smiles at his companion.

Still smiling he turned to Bree, "Keep an eye out and let me know the second you see someone."

"What are you going to do?"

"Find some blue prints to this place and find a way out of here or get a message out to my family, or both if I have the time."

By the time he had finished his sentence, the genius turtle was already typing furiously at the keyboard. Jess was somewhat amazed as she watched his fingers fly across the keyboard. He looked like he was in his element with the glow of the screen reflecting off his face.

Minutes ticked by, with both turtle and human growing more anxious as more time slipped by. A smile broke across Donatello's face as he got passed the firewall. He had a decision to make and very little time to make it. Which does he go for first? Blueprints or message? Suddenly all lights went out, except a bright flashing red light and a siren started blaring. His decision was made for him. He didn't have the time to create a coded message that couldn't be traced to his family. The purple masked turtle sent a silent apology to his family as his fingers flew even faster across the key board.

"Don?" Bree sound on the verge of crying.

The turtle chanced a look up and saw the part hopeful part fearful look on her face, "I really hope you found something, cause were about to have company real soon."

"Can you wedge a chair under the handle? Then come get behind me. I only need a few more minutes."

Bree did as Donatello said and wedged a chair under the door handle as tight as she could, then went to stand behind the turtle. What she saw on the screen confused her.

"That doesn't look like it can get us out of here Don."

Columns of numbers and what looked like price amounts scrolled by on the screen.

"I found blueprints and now I know the way out, but this will give us some leverage in case we don't make it. Bree, do you trust me?"

The question caught her off guard, "Yes. I do."

"Good because I don't think I'll have time to explain-"

The door bursting in cut the turtle off.

"Stay behind me Bree and no matter what happens, don't give up hope."

Bree only nodded as several men piled into the room. They had rifles strung across their backs, but they didn't reach for them. Instead, one took out a remote and pointed it at Donatello. The turtle smiled at the man's reaction when nothing happened, his face going slightly pale.

"Not going to be that easy boys."

He counted five that entered the small room, but there very well could be more waiting out in the hall. Donatello took a moment to weigh his options. If he was quick, they might be able to sneak past the reinforcements that were surely on their way, but there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver. Without any more hesitation, he sprang towards the group and attacked, surprising them. He punched the one that held the remote square on the jaw, not sure if he was knocked out or not, he turned to the rest. The shock that the others felt at Donatello's first attack quickly wore off. One went to grab for his rifle, but Donatello swept the feet out from under him. He fell with a thump, hitting the floor hard. The turtle tried to keep himself between the guards and Jess, but one must have snuck around to his back because hands wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms at his side. The man tried lifting him up off his feet, but the experienced turtle dropped his weight, making that task nearly impossible. Donatello back pedaled into the nearest wall, slamming his attacker against it. That loosened the grip enough for Donatello to break free. He then rammed his elbow hard into his attackers' sternum.

Bree was within arm's reach, so the purple masked turtle grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him as he made for the door. There were bodies on the floor but there were still a few left standing too. In the back of his mind, Donatello was thinking that these were not the typical soldier types that Bishop usually employed. They obviously had no formal combat training and were easier to defeat. With that thought, things fell into place. He understood so much more now.

"We might still make it if we can get around the others. Stay close and if something happens stay behind me."

They were running as Donatello said all this and Bree again only nodded her understanding.

As they rounded a corner, a wall of people blocked their way, Donatello could not tell if he was surprised or not to see this, but it felt like a heavy stone dropped in his stomach.

Bishop was at the front with a smug smile on his face. Before the turtle could even blink, he heard others coming up behind them, blocking the way they had come. He looked and counted the five that he had just fought and a few more. Donatello locked eyes with Bree and gave a slight nod, to remind her about their earlier conversation. Even though everyone, except Bishop had guns, no one reached for them or aimed at the escaped prisoners. This lack of action only cemented what Donatello discovered on the computer, but he still had to play this right or things could go very bad for him and Bree. An applause coming from ahead of them turned his attention back to the front.

Once he had the turtle's attention, Bishop lowered his hands smirk all but gone now.

"I must say Donatello that you got further than I thought you would. I am disappointed though, I thought we had a deal. Your cooperation, such as it was, for the promise of leaving your brothers out of this little experiment. Or is it just Leonardo that boasts about honor?"

The turtle narrowed his eyes. Bishop was trying to provoke him, to make him angry and if Donatello didn't know what he knew, Bishop might have succeeded given his mental state right now.

"Forget it Bishop. I'm not falling for your games. You may have the advantage right now, but you hold nothing over me."

"Then why did you agree in the first place?!" Bishop practically yelled at the turtle.

"You had the upper hand in that moment, just like you do right now. I was out numbered, surrounded and I didn't have the knowledge I do now to call your bluff."

"And what makes you think I am bluffing?" Bishop said as he swiped at an imaginary piece of lint on his immaculately clean suit.

"Get real Bishop. We both know that if you had the means, my brothers would be here by now."

The smirk on Bishops face almost caused Donatello to waiver in his beliefs.

"And what makes you think I don't have them?"

It was Donatello's turn to smirk, "Because you would be using them against me."

The look on Bishops face was priceless and internally Donatello triumphed. His brothers were safely out of Bishop's hands. For this battle at least. Now Donatello could concentrate on getting himself and Bree out of the mess without the fear of getting his brothers caught.

"That may be true my dear Donatello, however you are still here."

"Yes but you still need me for this…project of yours." Donatello had to swallow that one. He still had to try and keep the peace. "And you can't get rid of me until it's complete. You need me."

"I still have one thing to hang over your head."

Bishop was not looking at him, Donatello realized with a sick feeling. He was looking behind him, where Jess was standing. He had to call his bluff again, but this time he could only hope that he was right.

"Again, not true."

He heard Bree let out a small gasp behind him. Maybe he was being a little to bold. Donatello decided to tone it down a bit when he spoke next.

"This project of yours has very unique specifications. Especially when it comes to adding my part in the mix, so the other person has to have certain characteristics right? So it would cost you more at this point if you had to go out and find someone else."

Bishop exhibited a very brief moment of shock before he settled his features into a deep scowl and the triumphant look in the terrapin's eyes only made him angrier.

The next moment Donatello found himself on the floor with a severely aching jaw. His vision even went hazy at the edges. He could never understand just how a human could hit so hard!

Multiple pairs of hands roughly hauled him to his feet, while wrenching his arms behind his back, earning a hiss of pain from the turtle. A quick look confirmed that Jess was also being restrained.

Bishop stared him down.

"I may need you two alive, but remember that is as far as I have to go, especially in regards to you, turtle."

"Now that's a deal I can agree with whole heartedly Bishop." Donatello replied, his voice sounding stronger than he felt

"You will pay for this turtle. Your punishment has just begun." Bishop growled as they were taken away.