Well, lets see if I can get Raph and Mar out of their little predicament. I didn't originally intend for the last chapter to end the way it did so this one should be interesting. Will they escape? Will they get the chance to admit that they have feelings for each other? How will Preston take to his son's knowing the truth and confronting him? Will Leo and the guys find their brother and adopted sister? Good questions. Let me know if you have the answers. 'cause I sure don't. ;)

Raphael came awake to a whirring, spinning sound. His head hurt, man did his head hurt. He grunted, squeezing his eyes tight before slowly opening them. Head bowed, he saw his ankles bound to the wooden legs of a chair, a chair bolted to the concrete floor with thick, strong looking steal. Frowning, he flexed his arms and found them also bound, behind his back and to the chair. A sigh to his left brought his head up. Marlowe was tied similarly to a chair about five feet from his own.

Her right eye was partially swollen shut, and blood ran from her bottom lip but she smiled, shoulders relaxing. Raph clenched his hands in tight fists and felt his jaw tighten, working furiously. Who ever it was, which ever grunt had laid his hands on her would pay. He'd get them out of there, get her out of there, and lay waste to anything and anyone in his path. "You okay?" He asked, half growl and half whisper.

Waiting until after she nodded, Raphael started to take in their surroundings. The room was small. About ten feet each way with the walls plain white plaster. The whirring sound he had heard came from a ceiling fan placed dead center of the ceiling with one large bulb glaring down at the two. The room had no windows, no vents, just one plain, wooden door with what looked like steel reinforced hinges. Raph grumbled. There would be no busting down that door if the lock was as strong as those hinges. His sais weren't on his belt and he hadn't seen them in what he could see of the room, so he couldn't use them to slowly hack the door down.

"Damn.." He shook his head and regretted the motion. That Mountain had hit him pretty hard. He didn't know how they had gotten to where ever they were. One thing at a time. He had to get his hands free, then his legs, then Marlowe. Slowly he twisted his hands, trying to gauge how much give the rope had. Whoever had tied him, knew what they were doing. The ropes were tight, with almost no room for his movements. But he was better. He found a spot a little looser than the rest and slowly started working that one loop over his hands. He glanced at Marlowe who was studying him intently and gave her a wink which brought a satisfying blush to her cheeks.

Before he could finish, the door opened, the mountain blocking the view of the next room as he stepped through, a smug grin on his face. Behind him came Weasel and Fire Escape, both trying to look at ease but failing, the guns in their hands shaking ever so slightly. They both clearly remembered how easily Raphael had beaten all three of them. Marlowe's gasp drew his attention to the next man who walked in the room. The man was not exactly tall, but neither was he short. His fancy business suit was immaculate, creased in all the right places and spotless. His command of the room was almost touchable, a physical thing, but it was his eyes that caught Raphael. The same emerald green as Marlowe. Her father.

"You have no idea how pleasing it is to finally meet you." The man said, stepping in front of Marlowe and peering down at her. "I've been looking for you for such a long time I thought we'd never meet." He reached down to brush a strand of her hair from her face but she flinched away. "Is that anyway to act in front of your father?" Preston Evanmeyer backhanded her hard across the cheek, not a trace of emotion on his face.

"Leave her alone!" Raph yelled, straining against his bonds, unable to control his actions. He ground his teeth as Preston slowly stood and looked his way. There was a hint a fear in the business man's eye that flickered out as soon as he took note of the rope around the turtle's hands and feet.

"What in the world are you?" Preston asked, his voice mocking and amused.

"You're momma." Raphael growled in response. His wit was rewarded by a strong right hook to the jaw from Mountain. Raphael had had worse, but he held his tongue, catching the worried look on Marlowe's face.

"Cute." Preston said dryly. "Well whatever you are, hopefully you're not the last of your kind because I'd just hate for you to go extinct."

"Really?" Raph asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's the best ya could come up with? I'm sittin' here, a giant freakin' turtle, and that's the best ya could come up with?" He knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he wanted to keep their attention on him and off of Marlowe. His quip brought his face up close and personal with Mountains left hook.

Preston held his hand up, halting Mountain's intended second punch. "I think I'll give you to my scientists. They've been begging for a special project for months. And you..." He moved to Marlowe and took her chin in his hands. "You won't live to see tomorrow."

She spit in his face and Raph grinned. "That'a girl Mar." Carefully, slowly, Raph went back to work on his ropes. If he could just get his hands free...

Using a hanky handed to him by Fire Escape, Preston wiped his face. "Just like your mother. Dirty and unrefined." He said calmly. "I have to know. How did you escape that night? You were how old? Five, six?"

The loop was almost over his hand. Raph hoped the took his small movements as a vain attempt at freedom. He also hoped one of them tried to touch Marlowe again once he was free. Who ever it was would end up in so many pieces, an ant colony would be set for the winter.

Marlowe continued to glare at her father, and Raph was sure she wouldn't answer him even if she could. Her silence seemed to irk Preston. He frowned, rubbing his chin in thought. "My associates ransacked the apartment and found no trace of you, but I'm sure she couldn't have been tipped off." He circled Marlowe, and Raph was afraid he'd spot the progress he was making on the ropes. One loop off, and much looser.

A knock came at the door as Preston opened his mouth. Closing it, he frowned, turning slowly to to eye the door. Marlowe sagged visibly against her bonds once his gaze left her, and Raph wanted desperately to reach out to her. Preston's line of questioning was starting to hit a very painful nerve for the girl and Raphael was torn between anger and concern.

"This had better be good." Preston said, motioning for Weasel to open the door.

"M-Mr. Evanmeyer." The short, balding man stuttered as he walked through the door, glancing nervously at Marlowe and Raphael. Raph grinned and felt satisfied when the man pulled out a handkerchief and started wiping his brow. "I'm sorry to d-disturb you Sir, but I thought you should know." Again, he wiped his brow. "You're wife and son are here. I-I saw them pull into the p-parking structure. Just thought you should know, Sir."

Mr. Evanmeyer studied the man from investments, his brow furrowed. "Thank you, Mr. Gladue. You have shown yourself to be useful yet again." He turned back to Marlowe, a sweet, disarming smile on his face that made Raph want to hurl. "I'm afraid, my dear daughter, that this is goodbye." He gave her an exaggerated bow and laughing, walked out with the balding, sweating Mr. Gladue close on his heels.

"Finally. I've been lookin' forward to this for a long time." Weasel sneered, cracking his knuckles against the butt of his gun. "Boss never said we couldn' have some fun before we take 'em out. Thought the boss would never leave."

"Me neither." Raph grinned.

The three grunts looked to each other, confused by the turtle's confidence. When he pulled his now free hands from behind his back, that confusion slowly turned into fear.

Jared paced his father's office, more nervous than any ten year old had a right to be. How should he brooch the subject of his father's sordid past? How could he put his mother through it? He stopped pacing then and looked at her, seated in one of the soft, leather chairs facing Preston's desk. She looked old to him for the first time in his life. The corners of her mouth dropped down in a deep frown and lines creased her forehead. The weight of hiding her husband's secret was aging her.

He stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, receiving a sad smile in return. Both jumped, Susan standing and turning to face the door as it opened. Preston walked in, all smug confidence and false smiles. It was then that Jared realized he hated his father. He hated the man his father pretended to be and he hated the man his father wanted him to be.

"I know, Father." He blurted, unable to think clearly and unable to hold any of it it. "I know that I have a sister out there that you deny." He watched his father's face darken, but he didn't stop. "I know that you were cheating on Mother and I can imagine that you still are." He heard his mother gasp softly behind him, though he could hardly imagine that she didn't know. "You're a fake, Father. You don't care about me or mom. The only thing you care about is your business and how the world sees you."

"Susan, you've been telling stories again, haven't you?" Preston walked to his wife, calm once again on his face, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I told you he has a very over active imagination."

"It's not a story." Jared said, almost pouting. He was smart, but he was still 10. His emotions weren't entirely under his control. "I know there's a girl out there who's my half-sister and I saw her. She has our eyes."

Preston kept his plastic smile and kneeled down to his son's level. "Well, don't worry about it Son. It's being taken care of."

"Oh God." Susan moaned and Jared turned his eyes to her in time to watch her sink into the leather chair. "You've found her, haven't you, Preston? You're going to kill that poor girl, aren't you?" The absolute anguish in her voice cut at Jared. "I-I can't take this."

"If you know what's good for you, dear, you'll take it and keep it to yourself." Preston stood staring at his wife with an almost mechanical expression. "It's being taken care of, and that's all either of you need to know. Now," he turned back to his son. "Don't you have homework to do? Susan, dear, why don't you take our son home."

Susan rose, her face pale and her hands shaking. She walked to her son and placed a hand on his shoulder, leading him to the door. Jared followed, watching his father over his shoulder. An idea struck him, and he realized it was time to practice his acting skills. If he had any... He tried to school his face into an expression of defeat, and catching his father's triumphant grin as his office door closed, Jared thought he had pulled it off. He held tightly to his mother as the walked through the office building and down to the parking complex. It was now or never.

"Go home, mom. There's something I need to check on." He broke from his mother, cringing at the horrified look on her face. "I have to mom."

She nodded, licking her lips and squeezing her hands together nervously. "Okay... Okay. But, be careful Jared. You're all I have." Susan lightly placed a hand on her son's cheek before turning away.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing past the lump in his throat, Jared took off. He remembered a door down in the lower level of the parking complex that he had found while exploring as a child. He remembered it being marked RESTRICTED with bold red letters. As a child, he never thought anything of it. Now though, now he thought it was suspicious. It took him some time to find the door, and his palms were covered in sweat was he turned the brass knob. It wasn't locked. That surprised him. Though, it wouldn't be if his father had come through here recently in a hurry. Holding his breath, he was about to pull the door open.

He fell back with a small yelp as the door was pushed open hard. He landed on his back, his head striking the cement and sending bright sparks of pain flooding his vision. He lay there, holding his head and was aware of a pair of hands hesitantly touching his shoulders and arms. He opened his eyes, his vision swimming slowly. The dizziness passed quickly but a dull throb continued to echo through his head when he was able to see the face staring down at him. Her eye was swollen and one cheek was turning purple, but it was her. The girl from the alley. His sister.

She smiled at him, relief evident in her eyes. She stood and offered a hand to him which he took, standing a bit unsteadily. She held his shoulders, keeping him stead. She was sixteen or seventeen, he knew, and he was already tall enough to look her in the eyes. He thought she was pretty, with only a faint touch of their father in her features. And those eyes. It was definitely her. "Hi." He stammered.

"Yeah yeah, 'nuff said. We gotta get outta here." For the first time Jared realized he and his sister weren't alone.

Jared turned to face the voice and his eyes went wide. He thought he'd hit his head harder than it seemed at first. In front of him stood something he swear he'd seem in an old Sci-Fi flick late at night when he should have been in bed. He moved his mouth, but no sound came out. His head was starting to spin again and he found it hard to breath. He saw his sister and the thing lunge at him before everything went black.

Leonardo watched the scene around the warehouse through a pair of binoculars on a rooftop a safe distance away. They had heard the explosion and immediately made their way there. The place was already swarming with cops, firemen, and even a couple news crews. There was nothing to say that Raphael had been there, or Marlowe, but somehow Leo just knew. Call it Ninja Intuition. He brought the binoculars down and handed them back to Donatello.

"What do you think, Leo?" The purple banded turtle asked.

"He was here. And I don't like the look of that explosion."

"You think he's still in there?" Mikey asked.

Leo shook his head. "No. If he were, they would have found him by now and there would be a lot more commotion down there." He stood, moving to the center of the roof and a more out of sight position. "He was there and he got out. I just wish I could say it was under his own power."

"What are you saying?" Don asked. "Do you think that whoever was responsible for the explosion may have taken Raph?"

Mikey chuckled. "Not surprised. Raphy's always getting himself in trouble."

"This is serious, Mike. Don, do you know the address for that office building Marlowe's father owns?"

"Yeah. Why? You think he might be there?"

Leo shrugged, determination on his face. "He might not be, but it's the best shot we have right now."