A/N: This is my first ever collaboration fic. This is written by myself and ColonelDuckie (Culinary-Alchemist on DA). Enjoy!

Michelangelo wearily peaked his exhausted eyes open. As they came into focus, he was met with smuggling cinder block walls and an unforgiving hard surface which he laid upon. He instinctively moved his hand to console his aching head, but quickly found that the motion was interrupted. He weakly lifted his head to see that his hands were chained to the floor as well as his feet. He then looked over his entire body and discovered several cuts of various sizes and ages. He whimpered.

"So," a baritone voice growled from the shadows, "you're awake." The fierce voice revealed itself. A tall, husky man in heavy armor and armed with infinite weaponry stood over the frightened turtle.

Mikey swallowed hard. "Sh-shredder..."

"I think you already know what I want," The Shredder unsheathed a gauntlet from his metal sleeve and held it to Mikey's throat. "Are you going to talk to me, turtle?"

Mikey bit his lip and tried to manage a convincing glare. "I will n-never tell you where Splinter is!"

"You may as well tell me now. Sooner or later I will find him, and you will not live regardless. Why not end your suffering?"

Mikey looked away from his captor's dark eyes in thought. "I will die before I tell you."

The Shredder pushed the blade closer to his throat. "Don't try me. That can easily be arranged."

Mikey flinched. "K-kill me. I'm still not gonna tell you anything anyway."

The Shredder sheathed his gauntlet and chuckled. "That's fine. I'm having fun with you anyway, little one."

Mikey sneered. "I'm not your 'little one'."

"You've been my 'little one' for about a week now. No one is coming for you. You defend Hamato Yoshi, but he does not care for you."

Mikey fought tears. "You're wrong..." he whispered.

Shredder laughed and turned to leave. He motioned for two Foot soldiers to come and stand guard over the captive. "Have your way with him. Just keep him alive until he talks."

The soldiers nod in understanding and stand on opposite sides of the metal table.

Michelangelo swallowed hard and finally gave into the tears begging to fall. He glanced at the ceiling with pleading eyes. "Where are you guys?"

Hamato "Splinter" Yoshi sat on his couch anxiously rubbing his knees. He had long since given up on trying to meditate. He was thrust into reality by the sound of foot steps coming near from the sewers.

His oldest, Leonardo, led his two middle sons, Donatello and Raphael, into their lair.

Splinter rose to his feet. "My sons, have you any luck in finding Michelangelo?"

Leo solemnly stared at his feet. "Afraid not, Sensei."

Donnie sighed. "Not even a trace of him or any Foots."

Raphael stormed past his father and furiously jabbed his sais into his punching bag.

"Donatello, have you tried tracking his phone?" The troubled father asked with pleading hope.

"I have," Donnie replied, "but I can't pick up a signal from it. It must be dead or out of range."

Splinter shook his head and sighed.

"Sensei...do y-you think he's..." Donnie swallowed hard, "...do you think he's alright?"

"I don't know, my son, but I do know that where ever he is, he is in danger. Oroku Saki is a ruthless man."

Leo released an exasperated groan and slumped down on the couch. "We've searched everywhere! How is it that we still have seen no trace of him?"

Donnie interrupted. "Well the possibilities that we have searched everywhere in the city are technically..."

"He's speaking figuratively brainiac!" Raph snapped, delivering another blow to the punching bag.

"What kind of leader am I?" Leo buried his face in his hands. "The Shredder could be doing Lord-knows-what to Mikey and I can't do anything about it!"

Donnie sat down next to Leo and put a hand on his shell. "Leo, we are doing something about it. We are doing all we can."

"Well then we have to do more because this just isn't working," Raphael added.

"Raphael is right. We must do more. We will not rest until Michelangelo is found," Splinter ordered.

"Wait, 'we'? Sensei, you can't..." Donnie argued.

"Protecting my identity no longer matters. This has gone too far. I must save my son."

"Sensei, please," Leo pleaded, "we will find him. You can't leave the sewers."

"No, I must."

"But Sensei, what can you do that we have not already done?" Leo argued further. "We have searched everywhere that the Shredder could possibly be, both on the surface and in the sewers. Unless he took him out of the city..."

" You have searched places that you think he could be. What about places that you would not expect?"

" He's right," Donnie added. "We haven't searched everywhere; just places that we would expect him to be."

"Exactly."

Leo sighed. "I suppose that's true. I just don't know where to go from here."

Donatello's cellphone chimed. Donnie pulled his T-phone from his belt and smiled.

Raph sighed. "It's April, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Donnie replied. "She says she has to tell us something. She's on her way here now."

"Master, we have spotted an ally of the turtles dangerously close to the premises," a Foot soldier bowed before the throne of the Shredder with a hasty warning.

"I see..."

"Do we go after her?"

"Not yet. If they come for the runt before he dies, then fine. I've got all the information that I need." The Shredder laughed.

"Guys!" April ran through the entrance of their lair.

Donnie met her halfway and guided her to the couch. "What did you need to tell us, April?"

"It's Mikey. I think I know a place where he might be."

"Well what are you waiting for O'Neal, where?" Raph jammed his other sai into the punching bag with a final blow and hovered over the couch.

"I saw a couple of foot going into an old warehouse just a few blocks from here," April explained.

"Well, do you think Mikey's there?" Donnie asked.

"I know which warehouse you're talking about and we already checked there. There was nothing, not even traces," Leo argued.

"Could it really hurt to look again?" Raph pushed. "For all we know, they could be moving him around to throw us off."

"Or he's concealed," Donnie added.

"Perhaps it would be wise to double-check," Splinter said. "This is your brother's life we're talking about. You can never be too sure."

"Hai, Sensei."

Shredder entered the dungeon-like room and the guarding Foot soldiers bowed to him.

"Have you allowed the captive to have use of his phone?" he asked.

"No, master," one replied, "his phone is on him, but I saw no need to confiscate it since it is dead and useless."

"I have been informed that an ally of the captive has come dangerously close to the premises."

Mikey gasped. "Who?"

The Shredder silenced him with a blow to the gut. "Shut your mouth, turtle!"

Mikey coughed and gasped for air to return to his lungs. "My fam-mily...is-s gonna-a sa-ave me...you'll be so-orry."

The Shredder chuckled. "We will see." He then sliced Mikey's cheek open with his gauntlet and slipped his T-phone out of his belt.

Mikey cried out in excruciating pain.

Shredder handed the phone to another soldier who was guarding the entrance to the dungeon. "Get me Stockman."

April walked the sidewalk casually and the guys and their sensei followed behind her in the shadows. She stopped in front of the rundown and abandoned warehouse and observed her surroundings: no one was in sight.

"Okay it's safe," she said in a hushed tone. "Let's go."

The turtles and Splinter swiftly entered through the front of the warehouse.

Leo sighed. "I still think this is a waste of time. We already checked here. We should be checking other places."

"We are still going to search," Splinter replied. "check under and behind everything. Check twice if you must."

"Even if he isn't here, this place must have some significance. I know I saw some Foot ninjas going in and out of here," April reasoned.

"I don't care if we gotta rip this whole city apart!" Raph exclaimed, flipping over a large wooden box effortlessly. "We gotta find Mikey!"

"Guys! Come here and look at this!" Donnie hollered. He was crouched down inside an empty dumpster that lie against a wall.

Splinter and the other teens ran to the dumpster where Donnie's echoing voice emerged from.

"What is it?" Leo jumped into the dumpster.

Donnie ran his hand over a metal square on the floor that appeared detachable. "This looks like a door of some sort." He lifted the metal sheet. "Ugh, this is heavier than it looks." He revealed a ladder that led underground.

"A ladder!" Leo exclaimed. "I wonder where it leads to."

"Well Captain Planet, if we go down we just might find out," Raph snapped.

"My sons, you did not see this before?"

"No, this is the first time," Donnie replied. The five of them carefully moved down the ladder.

Splinter paused once he reached the floor. "He is here. I can feel his presence."

Leonardo took charge. "We gotta split up! Raph, Donnie, you come with me, Sensei..." Leonardo hesitated to give an order to his father.

Splinter nodded. "I will go with April."

"Alright, let's bring Mikey home!" Leo said confidently.

Michelangelo whimpered still from the fresh gash on his face.

"Shut it!" One of the guarding foot kicked him in the side.

Mikey cried. "I wa-anna go ho-ome. Please...ple-ease let me go."

"If you tell us where Hamato Yoshi is...well actually we're just gonna kill you anyway. Looks like it's a one-way trip for you, kid." The foot soldier snicked.

"I'm still not gon-na tell you-ou. I'd rather di-ie."

The Foot soldier moved in inches from Mikey's face. "Sooner or later you will get your wish."

Mikey spit in his face. "Fuck you!"

The Foot growled. "Why you little..."

April and Splinter stealthily moved through the underground tunnel. April laughed mentally upon noticing how much the environment lived up to a cheesy mideval dungeon replica: underground, made entirely of stone and cinder block, and candlelit.

"I know we are getting closer," Splinter said, nose twitching. "I can smell him. I can feel him."

April grinned. "It must be neat having the sense of smell of a rat."

"Yes, yes it is very useful..."

"GAAAAAH!"

"That is Michelangelo! We must get to him! Hurry!"

The first of the Foot soldiers was on the table, straddling the young turtle and squeezing his hands around his throat. "You wanna disrespect me?! I can end your pathetic existence right now!"

To literally add insult to injury, the second soldier delivered hard blows to Mikey's face. The strangling allowing the poor turtle no resistance.

Mikey braced himself for another blow, but it did not come.

"GET AWAY FROM MY SON!"

Mikey opened his eyes to see a pair of large pink hands grab onto his antagonist's head and instantly crack his neck. Life escaped the soldier's form and he toppled off of Mikey onto the floor. But before the first soldier could even meet the floor, Splinter pierced the second soldier's heart with his staff.

"F-father!" Mikey choked out in tears.

"Oh Michelangelo," Splinter pulled out a concealed kunai and chopped the chains in half. Before his son could even sit up, Splinter had pulled him into his arms. "April, call my sons. We must get him home."

April nodded.

Splinter lifted Mikey up into his arms, cradling him like a toddler.

Donnie jabbed a foot soldier with his bo staff knocking him backwards onto one of Leo's awaiting katanas and piercing his torso. His phone rang and Leo and Raph instantly knew to cover him while he answered.

"April, what's going on?" He practically shouted. "You...you did? I see...We'll meet you back at the lair. Please be careful." Within the same motion, he hung up his phone and cut the throat of a sneaking Foot with his kusirigama. He turns and only sees his brothers waiting anxiously. "That's it? That's all of them?"

"I guess so," Leo shrugged. "What did April want? Did they find Mikey?"

"Yeah, they did. We gotta go now!"

"H-how is he?" Leo hesitated.

"April didn't say much. She just said that he is injured."

Raph rolled his eyes. "That helps."

A Foot Soldier sprinted to his master's throne. "Master, the turtles have raided the premises. They took out our back up and took the captive."

"Let them go," Shredder snicked. "I have no use for him anymore. A better plan is coming into play quite nicely."