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Chapter nine, Sunset, Sunrise.

Kit emerged from Donnie's room around eleven thirty with a rather smug expression on her face, and a light bulb in each hand. She had been arguing with Donnie for the better part of an hour. He had refused to stop working on some project of his and Kit had told him he needed to get to sleep at a reasonable hour so that his leg could heal. When her patience had worn thin she replaced his usual aspirin for Tylenol with Codeine III. After the Codeine had kicked in Kit unscrewed the light bulbs from his bedside lamps so that he wouldn't wake up later and start working again.

After hiding the light bulbs Kit moved over to where Leo was watching the news in the monitoring area.

"Turning the lights out on him wasn't nice." Leo said.

Kit smiled and flopped down on the couch just as the news took a commercial break, "Why not? He's asleep."

She was rewarded with a momentary look of surprise on Leo's face, "How did you manage that?"

"Must have been the crutches, using those all day can get pretty tiring." //what Leo doesn't know he can't lecture me about.\\ she thought.

"You didn't drug him did you?"

"Leo!" Kit stared at him with all the shock and indignity she could muster, "What makes you think I would pull something like that?"

His mouth pressed into a thin line and his eye ridges rose a good inch. "Including or excluding the time you fixed my tea and I woke up short-sheeted into bed?"

"Um," Kit tried and failed to not smile at the memory, "Excluding?" Leo threw a pillow at her. "All right! I switched his aspirin with Tylenol III! He deserved it though. You did too." Another pillow struck Kit, but he held onto this one.

"Kit, you know that medication is a drug and as such is not to be played around with. Even when you do believe that a change from the norm is needed you should inform-" Leo stopped when Kit returned the first pillow, air-mail.

"Don't panic Leo. I promise I only mess with that stuff when I think it's necessary. You have to admit you had skipped three nights of sleep when I slipped you that mickey. Furthermore, I saw Donnie's leg and stitched him up myself; I know how badly it needs a lot of rest to heal properly. We both know that three hours of sleep and a gallon of espresso do not qualify as a good night's sleep. Now, something had to be done to ensure that he got one." Leo watched her silently for a minute. She was right, he couldn't really deny that.

"You know, you're pretty good at talking an ear off too, when you want to."

"Yep. Remember that next time you go into lecture mode."

Leo chuckled and returned his attention to the news. He frowned as the new reporter brushed over the news on the war and riots in another country. After that he groaned when a guest speaker came on to discuss the actions of some Hollywood celebrity. Eventually he had enough and switched to another news channel. Soon that station turned to a long winded report on the elections so Leo turned the television off and let the remote drop. Kit still sat on the couch watching him. "Turning in?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe I'll meditate first."

Kit nodded, made sense. "So, how 'bout I fix you some tea to relax with?...ACK!"

She fled the barrage of attacks from throw pillows.

After getting out of range Kit moved to the kitchen and put together and icepack. She took this icepack into her room and started to get ready for bed when something caught her eye. Poking out from under her bed was a roll of ductape. Kit picked this up and tried to figure out where to put it when an idea struck her, pure inspiration.

She returned to her room nearly twenty minutes later without the ductape. After stripping down to the undershirt and pants she usually wore to bed Kit climbed into bed and reached for the partially melted icepack. Raph's earlier temper had been short-lived as usual, and despite his threats everyone had survived. Unfortunately he had managed to catch Kit and nearly noogied the fur off of her skull. By now there was a bruise forming underneath the fur but that was all right by her, she was used to roughhousing and could dish out as much as she could take. And besides, before he caught her she had managed to hide the pictures.

After settling the icepack over the bruise Kit reached over and pulled her bible out of its drawer. It wasn't a nice bible, the cover was worn, the leather had stiffened and the gold embossing had completely worn off, but it was important to her. Her mom use to read aloud from it when Kit had trouble sleeping. It was the only thing of sentimental value she had brought with her to New York. Kit settled back on her pillow and turned the pages to her favorite passage.

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"Augh! I can't move! Help!" Kit smiled into her pillow, then lifted her head and checked her watch; four fourty-five, nice. "Help! Augh!" There was something wet in Kit's bed…For a fleeting moment she was terrified that she was the cause of this wet spot. Then she remembered the icepack; it must have leaked during the night.

"Mikey, what's your…?" Raphael's growl came to a sudden stop, there was a low chuckle under Mikey's continued pleas for aid. "Hey Leo! You gotta see this!"

A minute later Leonardo spoke, "What is it Raph, did Mikey get tangled in his sheets again?"

"Not exactly bro."

"Leo! You're here! Help!"

Leo sounded like he was fighting laughter himself, "This is great! Donnie, take a look at this!"

"Great! Let's all laugh at the poor turtle who still can't move. Come on, get me out of here!"

"Who ductaped Mikey to his bed?"

"Hey Leo, you gonna' cut him down? I left my sais in my room." Raph was enjoying this way too much.

"GAAAAH! No swords! NoswordsNoswordsNoswords!"

Kit's grin grew wider, these guys were nuts, but that was okay.

"I guess I should cut him free…"

"…NoswordsNoswordsNoswordsNoswords…"

"No Leo, wait." Donnie, ever the voice of reason.

"First, let me get the camera."

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