Just a stupid stick [being rewritten]

The Amazing Casey Jones

(A/N hi, this is my first wack at a fanfic sooo yeah, im gonna update this when i feel like it so enjoy! Goal: 500 words
Words: 506 words)

3rd person POV
Casey Jones has had some of the strangest teenage years to date. Not only does he get to deal with your normal teenage problems like girls, sports, and grades, but he also gets the great privilege of being a vigilante who's best company is a part alien girl, 4 humanoid mutant turtles, and their anthropomorphic rat father.
So yeah, his life is kinda strange, but that means cool nights like these are just the perfect down time he needs. Tonight's been a pretty calm night for Casey Jones. No krang, no foot, heck, not even any petty crimes! So here he is jumping from rooftop to rooftop, because if these gonna be no crime fighting, then he's gonna sit back and enjoy the night. Yeah, that's right, Casey can enjoy a nice night! Sue him! As he finally settles down on a rooftop, the sound of harsh static and the eventual voice coming out of his intercom soon break the peaceful scene.

Donnie's POV
I spin around in my chair, my hands fiddling with my puzzle cube. I just sit here listening, hoping for a sliver of police chatter. For tonight's patrol, Leo paired me up with the one and only Casey Jones. Why? Because apparently everyone says we need to 'get along'. Thankfully, I can do everything I need to from the lair. Speaking of which, I roll my chair back to my desk and look around at the security cameras of the city. Today's patrol has been a bit of a bore with nothing to note. Yeah, I get it's a good thing to have no crime or danger, but what I wouldn't give for a bit of krang, the foot or hell even the purple dragons, and I know im not the only one hoping for some actual action. I decided I might as well check in and see if Casey had seen anything. I pull up the microphone on my headset and click on Casey's voice channel.
"This is Donnie checking in, hows it looking out there Jones?" I wait a bit for his response, when his scratchy voice sounds through my headset,
"Nothing much out here, baby gap. You see anything?" I sigh into the microphone and spin in my chair again,
"One, DONT call me baby gap, got it cave mouth? Two, nope, nada, nothing," but as if on cue, my police scanner goes off.
'We have a 16-26.6 on the corner of West and Court, if we could-'
I shoot up and quickly correct myself, "I lied! We have a situation on the corner of West and Court." I flip my cameras to show the street corner as to fully assess and fill him in on the situation. "There are three guys, probably drunk, and one has a gun. Think you can handle it, Jones?" I say with a challenging tone in my voice.
"Psh," he says on the other end, "more like can they handle me? News flash: nothing can handle the amazing Casey Jones,"