Disclaimer: I own them… Yes, I'm being sarcastic… Can't you take a joke?

Author Notes: Awhile back, I got this sudden urge to write a multipart Leonardo-centered fic. I've always felt that Leo has gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to popularity polls and, therefore, few to none in the way of him-centered-fanfiction So… yeah… this is my attempt to make a Leo centered fic. I'm not use to writing stories with Leo as the main protagonist so, please, bear with me for the first couple chapters till I get use to writing with him as the main character.

Also, sorry if my attempts to use Spanish make anyone cringe. I only know pieces of it.

A Most Deadly Game

Chapter 1: Looking Through a Fog

He felt fuzzy which immediately told him that something was wrong. The detached feeling that seemed to spread throughout his entire body further alarmed him. His thoughts were disjointed and muddled. He was having a hard time trying to remember what had happened in the past five minutes that had lead up to this fuzzy warm feeling. His mind kept going backwards and forwards at random intervals confusing him even more then he already was. He was seriously bothered by the fact that at one moment he would be contemplating the warm fuzzy feeling and the next he would be think of the teddy bear that he had gotten for his fifth birthday.

Despite the detached feeling he had with his body, he could tell he was lying face down on a hard and rather uncomfortable surface. Focusing what little attention he had, he moved his fingers the barest of inches across the surface he was laying on. There was a rough and gritty feeling to whatever it was. Words floated through his head as he tried to think of what he could possibly be laying on but none of them seemed to be making any sense. He silently cursed he drugs in his system. He couldn't think like this.

That was when everything seemed to suddenly snap into place. He and his brothers had been out for a late night jog when the rooftop they were on exploded into a billowing cloud of smoke. The burning in his throat and lungs had been terrible and he heard the echoing coughs coming from his brothers as they too tried to rid whatever that gas was from their lungs. He dimly remembered a sharp jolt as he fell to his knees and then the graceless flop to the rooftop as the drug did its job. From the initial burst of smoke to the time he had fallen to the rooftop, barely a minute had passed. Whatever the drug was it had done its job well.

His rapidly dimming senses suddenly warned him of the approaching footsteps. He knew he had to get up. He had to protect his family, but as it was all he could do was flop his head off to the side. He wanted to growl in frustration but nothing escaped him. His eyes slowly blinked opened again to thin slits. He felt so stupid. How could he have not known that his eyes were open?

With this new found knowledge he looked over the part of the roof he could see. He was disappointed that he wasn't facing the way the footsteps were coming from and he knew he didn't have the energy to turn his head to look the other way. What he could see was one of his brothers. Raphael was lying on his side maybe less than ten feet away from him. Other than the barest of movements related to breathing, there was on other signs of life from him. He found it hard to believe that the drug, despite its potency, had completely knocked his brother out. Raphael had always needed larger amounts of medication then the rest of them just because of his size and muscle density. It was something that Donatello always pointed out when giving Raph any kind of medication or anesthesia.

If he could have, Leo would have jumped up and turned to face their adversaries. Since he could see Raph that meant that Mikey and Don were closest to their assailants and in more danger then either Raph or him. He wanted to move, it was his job to protect his younger brothers and keep them safe while they were out of the lair, but other than blinking his eyes he remained motionless on the ground. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so helpless.

A combat boot stepped into his line of sight as someone stepped over his head. He hurriedly closed them till he could barely see out of them. He didn't want anyone to know that he was still awake. His body had been immobilized but his mind was still functioning even if it was a little slow and jumbled. The more information that he could learn from his captors the easier it would be to escape from them later. The man who had stepped over him knelt down at his side and set an AK-47 down next to his thigh, partially obscuring Leo's vision. Leo revised his earlier thought, adding to it 'if they were alive later'.

His body was rolled over so that he was resting on his shell but his head remained stationary. He had wanted to see what was happening to Mikey and Don but he just couldn't move his head. Thanks to the drug, he lacked the strength and mental capacity for it. Now he really did feel defenseless. His natural instincts were beginning to kick in, warning him he was in danger on his shell and he needed to flip over immediately. Hands were on him as the man and what felt like two of his friends searched for something on him. He noticed that one hand in particular was resting against his throat, fingers lightly pressing against his carotid. Mentally he breathed a sigh of relief. If they were taking his pulse then there was a good chance that they wanted him alive. He could only hope that they were taking his brothers' pulses as well.

A low growl followed instantly by the click of a safety being disengaged made Leo's blood run cold. He silently told Raph to calm down as he looked to where his brother was laying. Raph had also been rolled onto his shell and three men were leaning over him. Unlike the three men over Leonardo, these men each had a small hand gun pointing down at Raph waiting for something. Leo knew that he had to do something –anything- to prevent Raph from getting shot but, before he could figure something out, Raphael moaned and his eyes fluttered open.

The three guns jerked at the same time as the silencers on them kept any sound from going off. Leo's breath caught in his throat and his eyes travelled fearfully to his brother's chest. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he saw three darts projecting out of his brother's shoulders. He's alive, just drugged, Leo thought to himself as he relaxed slightly. If they were taking such care to keep them drugged then they definitely wanted them alive. And, as long as they were alive, there was the chance to escape.

He felt the man frisking him pull something from his belt and there was a clatter as whatever it was got tossed aside. There were two echoing clatters from behind him that told Leo that Mikey and Don had also lost whatever had been taken from their belts. He couldn't see what had been removed from his belt but he could see Raph. He watched as one of the men next to his brother pulled his shell cell out of his belt and tossed it off to the side. Now he and his brothers had lost their communication equipment and the tracers in the phones. No one was going to be able to track them now. Leonardo had an uneasy feeling about where this attack was going. They were being turtlenapped and there was no chance of calling in back up on this one.

His wrist was grabbed and before he had a chance to think about resisting, he was lifted up and thrown over a man's shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight on Mikey and Don already thrown over the shoulders of two other men. He heard a grunt from behind him and if he could have he would have smirked. He had to pick up Raph once and he hoped he never had to do it again. Raphael was no lightweight and lifting his dead weight could easily strain, pull, and tear muscles. He would have felt sorry for the man lifting his brother but right now anything that would make it more difficult to take them away was highly appreciated.

As the man carrying him turned and headed across the roof, Leo realized that he was having a harder and harder time keeping everything in focus. He had given up trying to keep his eyes open. He really had desire to stare at his kidnapper's rear end anyways. He wanted to keep his focus for as long as possible so that he could learn at least why they were taking them prisoner and better yet who. If it was Bishop's doing, Leo mentally swore to put that man in a position where going after them would be the last thing on his mind. The agent would be more worried about finding someone to feed him through a straw then tracking down his family.

As he fought to keep from sliding completely away into oblivion one of the men spoke. It took his befuddled mind a moment to realize why it was so hard to comprehend what the men were saying. They were speaking Spanish and though Leonardo had only learned pieces of the language he knew that cargar and muelle both meant respectively to take on board and docks. That could only mean that he and his brothers were being taken onto a ship which meant escape would be that much harder than it would have been if they were being taken across the land. Leonardo groaned in exasperation. There were only so many places that they could go on a boat that was in the middle of an ocean and Leo didn't like the idea of taking over the entire ship. Donatello was good with electronics but even he couldn't know how to function an entire ship on his own. Leo had to remind himself that at least they weren't being taken to an airplane. He didn't even want to think of the list of problems that could go wrong trying to escape from one of those.

Suddenly Leonardo became aware of how the man carrying him had stopped walking forward. It was as if he was expecting something to happen. Leo had only a moment to wonder about this new development before he felt three pricks on his skin. It was then that the teenaged terrapin realized that he had groaned out loud while thinking of ways to escape and that the same fate that had befallen a semi-conscious Raph had happened to him. The dart that had stuck him on the back of his neck hurt the worst but the two in his arms weren't far behind in the pain ratings. His last conscious thought was the disappointment that he had been unable to learn more about their kidnappers.