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Silence had descended upon them; any and all conversations had wound down to be nonexistent. The air was cool, not cold. Patience was growing thin, in all of them, especially the two who didn't like to wait in the first place. But nothing was said, even if the frustration was growing thick in the air. How long had it been? Ten, twenty, an hour perhaps? However long, it was too long.

At the top of the list of those who wanted to bust down the door and go in guns…err, shells blazing, was the blue banded turtle. Barely having beaten out the reds for the top spot, he wasn't worried. Nor was he scared. His mindset at the moment wasn't any of those. Instead, he was on the verge of hyperventilating as the male part of his brain screamed for him to go protect his woman! If he had to stand here doing nothing for much longer, he might just give into the need to have her by his side. This of course would go against his rational thinking cortex, but it didn't matter. He knew that if a scream of any kind was heard, he would be off like a bullet in search for the soothing yellow bandanna.

"Don't worry about me"

Her voice echoed in his head, decreasing the blood pumping at an extreme speed through his system slightly. Memories of the night before came to mind, he smiled faintly. His, many things fell under that category. The team, home, and her. She could take care of herself, but he always watched out for his things. Especially things that were so precious, his Jasmine flower, irreplaceable. Blue eyes would soon meet his, but the question on his and everyone's mind was when?

The reminder of the sweet scent of her aroused a small growl in his chest, unheard by the others, as his mindset kicked into overdrive.

Must. Protect. Mate.

The words clouded his mind, his body tensed as it readied itself. Over the edge to the ground, rush the doors to cut down anyone in his way. Blood meant nothing to him; neither did the lives that might be lost; just her.

But that wasn't the right thing to do, the leader part of his mind tried to fight back with stubbornness that could easily be compared to his brother's mind set. He had to protect his brothers and his sister in laws…is that what they were called now or was it just when one got married, or was being mates the same thing? So many questions. Yet none mattered, Jasmine had left them in his hands and he had to keep them safe. If he went in then so would they. There was no way in hell they would just wait around, which was fact.

Need. Mate.

The rational side was losing, badly. Her touch gracing his skin…it had only been a few moments, although it seemed like forever, and he missed her. Just to see her would satisfy him, but the only thing in his vision was the looming building that hid her from view.

"I hate you"

The silence was broken by a statement that he was quite familiar with, ah brothers. At least this would give him something other than her to think about. Maybe he could stop himself from going on a suicide mission. She was welcome in the Foot tower, he was definitely not as the others were.

"What's the reason this time?" He took a breath while turning from his place to look at the red fabric's owner. His body resisted for a moment, his animalistic side not wanting to engage in a conversation of any kind, unless it was with her.

"You…" Raph was cut off by the other hothead

"You let her go in there blue boy!" Ignoring the glare being given by the other red, Victoria shifted a hair from her eyes.

Rarely seen anger swirled in him, was she accusing him of being a bad mate? That he didn't protect Jasmine? Resisting, barely, from growling fiercely at her; he was grateful when someone spoke before he could say something that he might, might being the key word, regret later.

"We all let her go in there…" The shy voice of the grey female stated

"…besides, you really think that she would have listened to him?" Mikey backed up the other turtle

Her felt his jaw clench a bit, he felt slightly insulted even though it was true that when Jasmine wanted something, she got it. No ifs, ands, or buts; which usually was just fine with him. It just depended on the situation. If she wanted to bicker with Raph, he would grab popcorn with Mikey knowing it would most likely turn into a brawl. If she wanted to go on a suicide mission into the most evil man's place of resident with no backup to meet with a lady that had been labeled psychotic on more than one occasion, he had a problem with that. Not that it mattered, she did what she wanted, at least she tried to soothe his frazzled nerves before hand even if it did no good.

"Jas is a hard ass, you know that" Alice smirked, knowing that it was an understatement, a big one.

"It's a decent possibility that she's more stubborn than them" The bo wielding male thumbed towards the two hotheads, who somehow had migrated closer to each other. Both seemed unaware of the situation or that they were orbiting in a way around the other. If she moved, then he scooted an inch in the right direction and vice versa. The others had observed this with wicked smiles, if only the two could see. But they would soon…hopefully anyway. But the two were so oblivious sometimes, that it might be a while.

"I wouldn't go that far" He chuckled, the alpha male in him settling down a bit with the conversation as a distraction.

"But still, we shoulda put up more of a fight" The female alter ego of Raphael sighed, buried fear slowly coming to the surface. After thinking that she was dead, seeing her body…she wasn't sure she could handle another scare like that. It was a simple mission that her big sister was on, but still it was slightly scaring her that she wasn't back yet.

"She'll be back soon, then we can yell at her" The bigger hothead replied, ignorant (although on a small level he knew) to the fact that by doing so he was comforting the girl that had wanted to kill him only a short while ago.

"We?" Amber eyes met emerald as a feminine eyebrow arched; the others invisibly smirked knowing that the two were flirting, even if they didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Two hotheads are better than one when yelling at someone" He replied and she swore that she could see the tough exterior melt away for a moment as one eye closed in a wink.

It was strange, but yet so sweet. After all the ego posturing, he was slipping up. Normally she would have pointed this out and laughed, but she didn't want to. It was meant for her and it felt good knowing that. Maybe he wasn't such a hothead…who was she kidding? He was just trying to trick her, fucking hothead!

"True, but I get first crack at my sister" Banishing the thoughts from her mind, she leaned in to smirk at him.

"No, I do" He grinned, not going to lose to a girl

"In your dreams, what happened to ladies first?" Standing to stretch her legs, all eyes were off the building and now on the two. Nothing like a fight of the brawn to get your mind off the evil tower in the skyline.

Then Michelangelo suddenly grumbled, which attracted the attention of a certain pink female.

"What's wrong?" The sentence wasn't really heard by the others, most attention on the hotheads.

"I wish we had popcorn" The jokester groaned, wishing even more that he could be taping this as blackmail or entertainment for a rainy day in the near future.

"Or cookies" She replied with a small giggle

"Chocolate chip?"

"Duh, homemade?"

"That's the best kind"

"I've stolen them from my sisters when my mother made them"

"So have I, I blame Raph"

"I eat the cookies while watching Tori and Jasmine go at it"

The two grinned with the grin that only evil little siblings were capable of before high fiving…err threeing each other. This did not go unnoticed, Don giving them strange looks before looking back to the reds. With the complaint of lacking popped corn or sugary cooked dough said and the stated desires not appearing from the dark sky, the short attention spans of the younger pair went back to the possible brawl in process.

"Dat don't apply when that 'lady'…" The air quotes produced a growl while the watching turtles snickered "…carries herself like she is a male"

"Just because I can kick your ass, anyone's for that matter, means that I fall out of the feminine category? In my opinion it's better that females can do more than males" Flipping her hair into the breeze, two amber eyes narrowed on him while she coolly stated the sentence.

"Oh I bet it is great that you girls can do more, fearless knows that first hand" At this the hyperactive nutcases were close to rolling on the ground, scratch that…were rolling on the ground clutching their lungs while the brains were blushing fiercely while avoiding eye contact, although it was nothing compared to the berry like face of Splinter Jr.

"RAPH!" He snapped, although the male in him purred slightly at the unintentional compliment. Just like you don't, he thought to himself. As the alpha, it was appropriate that he mated first, but it still gave him pleasure that he had beaten his hothead of a brother. They were very close in age after all; competition had stepped up over the years.

Out of the corner of his eye, while he gave a death glare to his dear younger brother, he found that amber eyes were giving the same look. Oh boy, this was bad. Just what he needed, for a death brawl going on when she got back.

But then the orbs relaxed, to his confusion.

"It is great, not that you'll ever know…" Sashaying from side to side, she came closer as her voice became a bit smoother than usual. Stopping with just inches between them, the heat coming onto his skin slightly burning in a way that he did not mind at all, their eyes locked as she delivered the ending in nothing less than a whisper. Such a sexy, sweet, wonderful whisper. "…although I know you do"

Then she, the heat, the faint smell of spiciness and oil that made him want to go closer; it was all gone. He was left staring into the dark space before his gaze snapped to her staring, more like glaring, at something. The others had stood to group together; his brothers stood in front of the girls though, must be a male thing he decided. Protect the weaker gender, just instinct.

"What is it?" He flanked her at an angle that would allow him easily to protect her…but why would he want to do that? His body gave no explanation for its actions, not that he minded. A wave of warmth hit him, a silent groan escaped at the feeling, a hidden smile gracing his face.

In the back of his mind he had been wondering why there had been no gibes about what she had done or how he had reacted from his brothers or her sisters. He knew that if one of his brothers had been getting an almost lap dance in form of that whisper he would have been whistling while grinning like a madman. Leo, he was sure, would have taken revenge for the hard time he had been given about Jasmine. Thing was, that there had been none of that. Nothing to suggest that it had ever even happened, although he doubted he could even think up something like the whisper or smell that was now going to haunt his best dreams. Why was there nothing? He had wondered, although he now had an answer…

His grin vanished as he found that the other's faces were serious as his should be.

Then he found it as she answered; two black shadows barely visible from the higher rooftop. His hands grabbed the hilts of his weapons in instinct, ready to pull them out in a moment's time. But what had him worried, was the shape of the shadows. There were hats. Elites, he growled at the thought of them. Then there was smoke as that anger turned to fear. They knew, the Elite guard knew they were here. That, in any situation, was never a good thing to say; but there was so much more to lose now.

The alarm was about to sound…

Like it had so many times it the past; the blaring that is on the verge of deafening someone without doing permanent damage. That was the worse sound that could be heard, even more so than a blood curdling scream of the turtle kind.

"We were spotted"

It was a whisper, one filled with masked fear. The illusion of the tough person was vanishing as the seconds passed. The dark smoke had dissipated into the night, only a blank space remaining.

Every single foot member was about to become aware that a enemy was attacking, they would strip and search every inch even…

…with Jasmine inside.

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