Prophetella

As soon as Donatello said he had a signal on April, Leonardo sprang into action. "Donnie, you'll need to stay here to monitor your signals, right?" At Donatello's startled nod, he continued decisively, "Then, stay here and keep Casey calm when the demand call comes in. Maybe even see if you can track that, too. I'll take everyone else with me to help locate April's Shell cell. Any other thoughts?" "Leo, the regular rooftop sweep should give us a better clue as to general location but I have some concerns to discuss while making some coffee." At that, Donatello lead the way to April's kitchen. Raphael turned back to Casey, "See, bud? We'll get 'er back and you guys will be snuggling by nightfall." His eyes misted over slightly at the thought and Casey noticed with a dawning look of shock. Raphael swung away from Casey only to have Casey grab him and swing him back frantically. "You tell me, Raph man! You'll tell me if you think she's dead or-or if she don't want me to be

Without doubt, the three other turtles glanced at the steely look in Donatello's eyes and agreed heartily. Rescuing April was an obvious response. They all sprang into action. Michelangelo's first move to drop the sticky towel in the sink before returning to his room for his gear. Raphael moved to the sink and caught up a glass which he filled with water before another estrogen pill. He patted down his obi then headed for the dojo. Leonardo looked down at a soft rattle and raised eyebrows at the final rainbow cuff on Donatello's ankle, "How about I get that for you before we go into the sewers?" Donatello's stiff posture wilted and he blinked down as if noticing the encumbrance for the first time. "Shell! I thought I had that one! Leo..." Donatello turned to find Leonardo already leaning in towards the offending rainbow furred cuff. In the moment it took for Leonardo's nimble fingers to pick the lock, Raphael and Michelangelo returned geared up. Looking at their leader, the

After the meal, April stayed put as the fancy plates and foods were cleared away.  She watched idly until her eyeline ran across the pale Mob boss. He smiled at her again, once, then a wave of ice passed over his face and she swallowed in fear. April remembered this large smiling man was a lethal drug dealer. "My name is Petrov." He slammed his hand on the table and she jolted in her seat. "Huh, usually I get a squeak, too. You are something else, April O'Neil. You may call me, Petrov. Most I make call me, Mr. Petrov! I am sorry you must restrict your freedom here with me for now. And I ask you not to try to escape. If you do, your minders may have to hurt you. I would dislike that." He peered at her closely. "You look fit. Perhaps I will let you train my men." April's eyes widened and she stammered, "N-No-No, thank you, Mr. Petrov. None of my side jobs cover training Mob men or trained dogs!" Petrov sighed theatrical, "I am disappointed, of course. However, I have learned to live with disappointment. Well, enjoy your time at my spa. We will share the midday and dinner meals often and unless you cause trouble, the breakfast, never. Enjoy your next three days." April stared at Petrov, the secluded Mob boss, in horror. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Intent on reading Casey's note, Raphael bumped up against the coffee table and equally blindly, rolled over the armrest of Splinter's chair. Ninja skills coming to the fore, he managed to keep from landing badly or crumple the paper before finishing reading it. Having gotten the gist of the note, Michelangelo's spilled soda caught his eye. "Oh, shell. Guys!" He was a smart turtle. He could multitask. They could come to him... while he mopped up the mess with a towel. Having to read hastily written  kanji didn't help Leonardo's reading speed but, he had only gotten to the part about investigating an emergency alert on the turtle cell when he heard Michelangelo's shout. Stuffing the note in his obi, he raced down the hall.   Raphael reread the note, hoping to understand the scant lines on the page better or better yet, it meant something different. Hearing Mikey's shout, he distractedly shuffled into the kitchen doorway. Still mentally picking out kanji translations, Leo turned the corner into the kitchen and tried to bypass Raphael.  Michelangelo had Seen cartoon characters get stuck together in doorways. But, never his brothers. Of course, they immediately started shoving and pulling impressively. Watching the flex and play of light on toned muscles, Michelangelo dropped the sloppy kitchen towel off the table and onto a chair. "Oh, Shell." Shouting came next, "What da' shell, Leo?" Raphael snarled, inches from Leonardo's face. "I got a note from Casey that April's emergency alert went off!" "My note is from Master Splinter and he says they are going to investigate alone." Leonardo snorted back, temper moderately tried. Trying to dislodge himself from the doorway, he started to try to examine their predicament and figure out where to place his hands.  Raphael dug his heals in and successfully moved himself up one agonizing inch. Half a moment later, Donatello's bo staff jutted past their chins and tilted at an angle, unwedging the stuck duo. Raphael teetered into the kitchen and Leonardo paced into the hallway. Donatello glared at all three, "April's in trouble? Let's gear up! And Mike, leave the mess." Dangling from one ankle were the rainbow handcuffs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Casey had been yelling April's name for the entire last leg of the trip through the sewers. As he opened the secret door on the basement, he called it again. "April! Where are yuh, babe?" He stood still as the cold of the sewer mixed with the warmth in the house. Not a sound, until Splinter scurried up the basement stairs and carefully held his nose to the bottom edge of the door step. Casey looked at the state of his shoes and scrambled to remove them. Halfway through the removal of the second shoe, Splinter announced his analysis. "There have been strangers here. Two men with dogs. They are gone now but, there is the scent of blood. Not much but, some." "What?!" Casey became an undignified mess and slapped his hand on the washing machine as his second shoe popped off while attempting to regain his balance. "The Mob had dogs looking for me! And April..." He somehow managed to pass Splinter in slippery socks before the old rat could do more than open the basement door. Checking the rooms, starting with the bedroom first, Casey began a random circle while Splinter stalked to the mostly closed bathroom door, one hand on sword. Opening the door silently, Splinter called out to Casey as the human grew even more frantic. "She fought here, Mr. Jones!" His eyes gauged the scene before him before he snapped an arm out to keep Casey from blundering inside the room in his panic. April obviously was not present. Splinter met Casey's glum look  with a grim nod. "The dog handlers of the Mob have her, Mr. Jones. But, look!" Splinter pointed out a large towel with an oversized bloody thumbprint and two fat red drops on the floor. "Weaponless, April gave one a bloody nose and is likely uninjured herself. I smell gun oil and my belief is she was kidnapped at gunpoint."  Casey looked at Splinter and nodded, his expression turning bitter, slowly he slumped against the bathroom door frame and slid down to his knees. His voice came choked and tearful, "This is all my fault, Master Splinter. All my fault..." Finally, true sobs began and it was all Splinter could do to hold the sob wracked man who had become such a vital part of his small family.

Running through the sewers, Casey Jones called a momentary stop to Splinter under a sewer grate. Flipping open the shellcell, Casey pressed the button to dial April's home phone ( in case she was hiding silently somewhere in the apartment) , and stood still until the answering machine picked up. Then, Casey barreled into an awkward one-sided conversation, "Hey, April! I picked up the heh, empanadas for tonight's, uh guests. Pick up if you want me to ah, get drinks. April?" Casey paused a moment, "April? Okay. So, nono need to worry about anything ah but, setting the table! Luv ya, babe. I'll be there soon." The last pitched into a feral growl. Closing the shellcell, Casey nodded to Splinter to go ahead of him. Splinter nodded, then tugged Casey's sleeve, "I know a quicker route. It's not as er, clean as the usual one but, we will get there faster." "I'll rent a carpet steamer if need be. April could be under a bookshelf or dresser with a compound fracture bleeding out or the Foot

April wasn't exactly thrilled with the state of things but she was satisfied with how they were going. Sergio had a black eye so Billy was driving and the dogs sat on either side of her, properly strapped in. This did not preclude both dogs laying across her legs and leaning into her whenever she twitched. She called out,"Your dogs are making my legs go to sleep!" Sergio spoke up, "Good. Then we will not be mocked when you wobble out of the car, for not leaving a mark on you, and I come out black-eyed squinting. My wife is gonna kill me; family pictures is in twelve days!" April huffed and got a face full of dog tongue. "Ew." Her kidnappers smirked at each other. The car took a sharp turn and everyone but April leaned into it, both dogs propping her upright. As the car straightened out, a voice at her destination continued a hated conversation, "We got the girlfriend on the way here." A gravely voice on the other end casually suggested, "Trade Mz. O'Neil for a turtle and I will pay

~~~~~~~~~~~~A~~~~~~~~~ Part A is on AO3 due to smutty behaviors:: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38836953/chapters/104624931 ~~~~~B~~~~~~ Splinter marched Michelangelo directly to Casey's side. Donatello looked at Splinter's presence as a rescue and smiled at him. Casey saw them as an alternative to the turtle with the scorched ego and welcomed them. Waving his hand draped over his head, the vigilante greeted them, "You want to poke at me for a while, I think I can handle it," he paused, "Please?" He pleaded. Donatello snorted and stood up stretching. "There's only a handful of holes left to cap so, now is a good time to trade doctors. Let me take Michelangelo to update his blood hormone count." Donatello waved Michelangelo over and guided him out the room. Splinter blinked at the suddenly alone Casey, "Did he just... abandon you to my good graces?" Casey looked sheepish and nodded, "I might have said- and I didn't mean it that way!- I might have said I didn't trust him to dose

Splinter put his tea down as Michelangelo's eyes were locked on the depths of his own tea. "Just as a prisoner who is limited to speech will shout, you were limited in the ways you could punish Donatello. But, why did you use your sexuality against Donatello? I believe it was because you knew he would accept such abuse." Michelangelo's eyes raised high enough to give a questioning look. "I know of Donatello's stranger proclivities. He may not regret your actions but it is enough that you know they are regrettable." Michelangelo spoke up, "If that's enough, Sensei. Why the lecture?" Splinter looked down his nose at Michelangelo, "Now, I am angry on behalf of our family as a king for his people. I am angry you acted out in a way that resulted in sexually assaulting one of your brothers. You can't think this is forgivable again. And I am angry that you were willing to believe we were willing to send you away. Nothing, including this, would make us send you away. Nothing and I wanted

Across the street from April O'Neil lived Jaclyn Meyers (retired teacher) and her equally good husband Albert Meyers ( recently retired from middle management at a paper factory) and they were noticing something odd. Or rather Jaclyn noticed something odd and decided to bring it to her husbands attention. "Albert! There is something odd going on across the street! There's a man continually walking his dog back and forth." Albert replied with minimal effort, "His dog probably is constipated, Jackie! Little things have their stomach go off all the time. Overbreeding, you know!" Jaclyn, being the school gossip, continued to look out her fronts window. "Oh, it's not a little dog, Albert. It's a giant bloodhound. Good lines so you might have something on that overbreeding comment." "Well, thank God they are across the street then. When something that big makes a toilet I don't want to be down wind! And how much longer before you can put the curtains back up? A man likes a certain level