Disclamer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. I merely write for enjoyment. I only own the ocs to the story.

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Beeep! Beeep! Beeep!

The ear-splitting rings are the first thing that I hear. My eyes immediately snap open, wide awake. I sit up straighten up from my lying place on my bed. I take a look at my surroundings. I'm in my room at Sunny Side Apartments in Brooklyn, New York.

I look down at myself and I'm still wearing the same clothes that I wore last night. Also I somehow managed to fall asleep with my glasses still on. My hair is a mess, and I probably look like a mess. I start to out of my bed when my fingers grope at something hard and smooth. Just by the feel I know it's a hilt. I look down and see over by my left hand is the sai from last night.

How did that get into my bed?

Suddenly, I'm lucid. Last night when I was walking to the ferry I encountered the Purple Dragons and they tried to mug me or kidnap me or whatever. Then, I was mysteriously saved by someone of the night and all I have for a memento was his sai. And when I came home, he somehow managed to track me to my apartment and then he vanished into the night. Oh yeah, also he was also a guy with green skin and a red mask. It turns out that the curly officer's story of green men might be true.

I remember calling Jack about it. He sounded skeptical as well as I did at first, but when I told him the sai I founded, he immediately shuts up. He said that we will talk more about this in morning and we said goodbye to each other.

I still felt scared for what happen to me last night. So, I took the sai off of my dresser then I curled up on my bed and I gave it a squeeze to comfort me.

That's probably when I finally fell asleep.

Beeep! Beeep! Beeep!

I look over at my nightstand and it comes to me now that the one who awoke me up was my alarm clock. I quickly turn off my alarm and set the sai down next to it. Hopping out my bed. I start to get ready for today. I change out of the clothes from what I wore last night and I pick out a purple long sleeve shirt and a below the knee black skirt with matching black high heels. I put my hair into the usual tight bun and let two strands frame around my face.

I pick up my purse off the floor exactly where I left it from last night. Then I pick up the sai from the nightstand and tuck it into my purse. I've proof to show Jack that my Syfi story was true. I grip the knob to open the door and when I do, I see a pitch of black smoke and the smell of burnt food.

"Mom!" I shouts. "What are you burning this time?!"

Instead of being by the stove, she was over by her work area sewing a pink frilly dress. Surrounded by boxes of our stuff so we can move next week, but we still have a lot of packing to do.

Mom looks surprise but she ends up smiling. "Good Morning, Mona Lisa. Breakfast almost ready."

"Mom, I told you account less of times before to never leave food unattended!" I dash over to the stove while moving carefully around every box that was on the floor. I finally reach the stove and I turn the stove off. "The eggs... Arrrgh, you even ruined the bacon, too!"

"Since you're going to work early this morning, I thought I could cook breakfast for you."

"That's sweet, Mom, but," I say. "you can't cook! Remember all the times the fire department had to come over to our apartment to put out all the fires!"

"Well, I felt like I could do it today." says Mom, frowning a little. "Sorry about your breakfast."

"It's okay, Mom. I'll just have breakfast to go I need to get to work anyway." I say, throwing out the burned eggs and bacon into the trash. I walk over to the cabinet and I take out a bag of bagels and slices one in half. Spreading the cream cheese on it and taking one bite while I'm getting ready.

"Mom, have you seen my research papers," I say, while chewing the bagel in my mouth. "I need them for Dr. Rickman!"

"They're on the kitchen table!"

As I went over to the table and collect my papers, I heard a rumble of a truck coming outside. Curious, I went over to the window and peered out.

A giant black pickup truck was over by the building across the street. Even though I couldn't see who was in it, but I manage to caught a flash of white hair and piercing blue eyes. They were looking up at me. Startled, I slowly back away from the window. There was something wrong about those eyes... they were so... malicious.

As I turned around, I let out a small gasp when I bumped into Mom, who was standing right behind me."Mom! Don't do that!" I shout. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

She didn't answer me, nor did she even look at me. Her eyes were widen and her jaw hardened. Her eyes were train on the window. I followed the trail of her eyes back to the truck down the streets. I'm beginning to feel worry. Does she knows who that is?

"Mom, are you okay?"

She took her eyes off the truck and narrowed them at me. "It's getting late," Her voice was sharp. "You need to go to work."

"What?"

"Go now," she says as she grabbed my arm and leaded me to the door. "You don't have to worry about coming home tonight Stay out as long as you like. You can even hangout with your funny friend, Jack."

"But I thought tonight we were going to do more packing?"

"I can take care of that. Please just go."

"Mom..."

"No buts!" she cuts me off, leaving no room for an argument. "Go now!" she pushed me out the door and shuts the door in my face.

Hurt and little confused, I forced myself to walk away from the door and head for the stairs. Why was she being so brash? I didn't do anything wrong. I was just wondering what was outside. I never seen her so spooked before. Was it because of that man? Maybe I'll ask her what's wrong tonight.

I made my way down the stairs while taking small bites of my bagel. Still feeling dejected for being push out by my own mother.

When I finally made it out of the apartment, the black pickup truck that was once parked in front of the other building is gone.

That's weird. I thought as I stare into the empty street where the black truck once was. There's something wrong that I can't put my finger to it. Why was mom acting so strange? Who was that man with the white hair. With those icy blue eyes. I can't those eyes out of my head. Those eyes... those were the eyes of a killer.

"Hey!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Smack!

A voice came right behind and the someone put their hand on my shoulder. I let out a cry and with all my strength I could muster, I slap the man behind me. He crashes on to the ground below me and when I turned around, it's the too familiar red hair that I know too well.

"Ow!" yelps Jack as he clutches his cheek in his hand."It's me, Mona. I wasn't trying to scare you."

"Too late for that," I say, "What are you doing here?" I extended a hand to Jack and he accepts. I pull him off the ground as a red swollen bruise appears on his face. Then he shrugs and smirks at me.

"I'm here to ask you out on date," says Jack as his smirk got bigger and bigger.

"You're such a bad liar." I say unimpressed.

"No, it's true," he continues to lie. "I realize last night that I'm in love with you."

"Losing my patience, Jack." I say clenching my teeth.

"Okay, kill-joy" he gives in. "I came to check up on you and make sure you get to work safely."

"Jack, you don't have to."

"I think I do," he says, Jack puts his arms around my shoulders and starts leading me to the ferry. "Also, I think we can use this time to catch up from our little talk from last night."

I look up at him surprised. Clearly he wants to hear more about my savior.

"Now where were we... oh yeah! We were at the part where you founded the salad tong."

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"So, let me get this straight," says Jack as he grasps the sai and examines it closely. We are in my office again and he's at his usual spot on my desk and I'm sitting in my chair by my computer. We're both wearing our identical lab coats because mostly it's for personal safety and that every scientist is require to wear one. "Some guy saved you with this salad tong..."

"It's a sai!" I correct.

"Whatever, and he followed you back to your apartment and you described him as a man with green skin and wearing a red bandana."

"Yes."

"Hmmm..." he puts down the sai on my desk. Then he puts a hand to my forehead and his other hand touching his own. "You don't have a fever, but I can write you a prescription for being delusional."

"Shut up!" I remove his hand off my forehead and gave him a glare to make him stop making jokes about my story. "I know what I saw and it really did happen. You have the sai to prove it."

"I know," says Jack steely. "But, it's hard to believe a green man came to your apartment and disappeared in a flash. But what I do believe that the Purple Dragons have been kidnapping people off the streets."

"Yeah," I agreed. Even though, he knows nothing about the green men. Which is kind of letdown. However, he has a vast knowledge of all the street gangs in Manhattan.

"Even though I don't know why the Purple Dragons are kidnapping people, but I don't want to know." He looks at me gravely and rest his hand on my shoulder. "From now on I'm walking with you wherever you go."

"Jack, don't make jokes." I took his hand off my shoulder and I grab the sai off on my desk into my lab coat pocket. It's big enough to fit the sai in there. I turn away from him, until he swings me around in my chair to face him and he grips both hands on to my shoulder to hold me still.

"I'm serious, Mona Lisa!" He shouts at me, I'm throw by surprise by the tone of his voice and that he called me by my full name. He never calls me by my full name. I never seen him look so serious before. "Something fishy is going on, I can feel it in my gut. And you need to stay away from that guy!"

"Why?" I ask.

"I think your sai-guy might be with the Foot Clan."

"The who clan?"

"Well," he says as he takes his hands off my shoulders and runs his hand through his auburn hair. "I don't blame you for not knowing them, not many do. Only a few people know about their existence and some never live to tell the tale. But, all I know that they're a ninja clan made up of assassins and thieves. No one knows what they do, but you don't want to cross them. Their last boss was a pretty scary dude."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know, some say that he died, or he went back to Japan, but I believe he's out there somewhere hiding. I don't know his real name, but he goes by the name of the Sh-"

"Ah, hiding in my assistant's office again, Dr. Avery?"

Jack nearly fell off my desk and almost dragging me down with him. Over by the door is Dr. Rickman, he's the head of the biochemistry department and my boss. Dr. Rickman gives off a friendly impression. He has blond hair and green eyes behind his square glasses.

If it wasn't for him, I would never gotten my job as his assistant. He has been my mentor and my friend for over a year now.

"Well," Jack manages to say after the shock of Dr. Rickman appearing out of nowhere. "Mona just couldn't get her hands off of-oomph!"

I elbow Jack in the stomach before he could even finish that sentence. While Jack was cowering in pain, I push-off of my chair and walk over to Dr. Rickman.

"I'm really sorry about him, Dr. Rickman," I say. "He can be a colossal idiot sometimes."

"Yeah, the colossal idiot who you just elbowed in the stomach." whimpers Jack.

"So, what brings you here Dr. Rickman?" I ask, ignoring Jack on the floor.

"I just wanted to swing by and tell you that the new interns are waiting by the main entrance for their Chief of Intern to give them a tour." Says Dr. Rickman.

Crap! That's me! I forgot today is the day when I have to show the newly picked interns around the Reach Institute.

"Also," says Dr. Rickman, interrupting my thoughts. "After you're done, I want you to meet me in my office so we can talk more about our...project."

"Of course, I'm not done with the equation yet, but I'm sure we can still compare notes."

"Sounds good to me. I will see you soon, Mona Lisa." Dr. Rickman smiles warmly at me and he takes his leave. As he walk in the hall way, I somehow feel paranoid, that warm smile that he just had didn't extend to his eyes. His eyes looked... different. I shook my head. I'm probably just over-thinking. As far as I know, Dr. Rickman is the nicest person I ever know.

"So," I look over my shoulder and see Jack getting up from the floor still clutching his stomach. "What is this wonderful project that you and Dr. Rickman are working anyways?"

"Well," I say as I walk past him to pick up the clipboard on my desk for the tour with the interns. "It's still rough round the edges, but I think we may have found a new way to help people."

"What is it?"

"Crossing-species genetics."

There is a long period of silence. Jack just stood still not moving an inch. All that he could do was to stared at me incredulously and open and close his mouth like a dead fish. I sighed and I walk out the room leaving him there. I guess that must be the general reaction to hearing Dr. Rickman and mine's research.

I hear footsteps follow me and I quicken my pace. I reach the elevator and press the down button to go downstairs. I'm in no mood to deal with him. I won't mock for a fool because the idea of creating new way for helping people is ridiculous.

The elevator goes ping and the doors open for me. I press the button for level one and the doors begin to close. Until a hand shots out to stop it from closing. He barely manages to squeeze past the doors but he made it through just in time for the doors to close.

"Thanks for leaving me hanging back there," says Jack as he out of breath.

"Look, Jack," I say frustrated. "If you are just here to fun make me, I swear, I'll elbow in the stomach again!"

Jack holds up his hands in surrender. "Calm down, I'm not here to poke fun. I'm here to know how this cross-species works."

I stare at him for a while. I'm not sure is this one of his tricks, but he looks pretty earnest. I guess I have no choice.

"Like I said before, our project that Dr. Rickman and I are working on is cross-species genetics." I say. Jack's silence confirms that he's wasn't here to joke. "We are hoping that with the combination of human and animal's DNA so we can use it to help people regrow their limbs and human tissue."

"Like regeneration?"

"Exactly," I smile at him. "Just the other day, we injected the serum into a three-legged mouse and a couple of seconds later it fully regrown back."

"That's amazing, Mona!" says Jack in a full-out grin.

"I'm glad that you think so," I mutter.

"What?" He blinks.

I hesitate before answering. "As soon as the mouse regrew his leg back, he died shortly."

Jack shifts uncomfortably and then he lays his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry it didn't work."

"Don't be," I say quietly, I lift his hand off my shoulder. "Because Dr. Rickman hasn't given up hope just yet, neither am I. You see, have an idea to balance the equation, but if it doesn't work..."

"Mona Lisa," Jack cuts in. "If anything you aren't is ordinary, you can do this I have complete faith in you."

My lips twist up into a smile. Jack smiles back at me.

The elevator goes ping and it opens the doors once more. I step out of the elevator while Jack hangs back.

"I believe we part ways, Mr. Avery."

He smirks. "That's my line! Have fun babysitting the wannabe interns!"

The elevator doors closes and I'm by myself once again. In a stylish hallway filled with fancy plated windows. The Reach Institute sure knows how to be ritzy on the inside and outside. On the outside, the building is big as a skyscraper with eighty floors and each floor has its own department. In the inside there are high ceilings, marble floors, with a sparkling fountain in the main it the perfect place for tours and showing new interns who want to pursue a science career.

A lot of businessmen come and go here, never staying for long. Most the people who work here are higher class. They were the type that grew up in a big fancy mansion, never have to worry about money because they had all the money they need. All because they have connection to everything. They never have to work hard for school, nor did they have to manage to get a full ride of a 4.0 to go to NYU. They never hace to live in a dingy apartment in downtown Brooklyn and have to face poverty, crime, thugs and full heart-break everyday. I'm not like them. Neither is Jack or Dr. Rickman.

I notice the interns who are waiting for me over by the fountain. All of them look eager to start the tour and some are getting impatient for waiting so long. My bad. I walk over to them but no one seems to notice me.

I clear my throat to get their attention. All of their heads turn towards me. I begin to introduce myself. "Welcome to the Reach Institute. I'm Mona Lisa Rockwell, I'm the chief intern and the assistant to Dr. Rickman. I'll be with you for the duration of your visit. Where I go, you go. No ifs, ands or buts about it. That's the rule. Remember that, all will be fine. If you forget that... then you'll..."

I trailed off from the introduction when something caught my eye. I look over behind the interns and my eyes lock on the four men over by the front desk. Identically, they're all wearing matching fedoras and long overcoats. They seem to be having an argument or some sort. They don't look like they're here for the tour.

"Excuse me," I pardon myself from the interns to see what's going on. I can't imagine them working here. They don't look like they work here either. If they're with the interns, then I should why they're here. However, I have this gut feeling that they're not here for the tour.

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Sorry it took a while to write this chapter. I had serious writer's block and school made me forget about this. I promise next time I'll update more. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading and the reviews.