Saving Her - Michelangelo

20: Goodnight, Sleep Tight

September 29th, 1:22 A.M.

Not a sound in the sewers. Everyone in the lair was asleep. Well, everyone except for Jeremy and Donnie. Jeremy's cot sat way in the back away from Donnie's computer and work bench. Jeremy laid on his cot, waiting patiently for Donnie to finish whatever it is he works on.

'He's always gotta stay up so late', Jeremy thought with a roll of his eyes. A small beeping noise sounded from the terrapins shell phone. The dorky turtle raises from his seat, stretching and yawning before he heads off to bed.

A wicked smile crosses the traitor boys face and he jumps out of bed and heads into the lab. What Donnie didn't know was that for several weeks, Jeremy had been getting up once he left and was snooping around, and studying up on his ankle accessory that always kept track of him. of course, he'd always be very precise once he was done, never leaving any traces behind. On top of that, he'd found where Donnie had been keeping his phone and had started reporting to Baxter Dorkbrains once again.

"Dumb turtle," He smirked to himself as he twisted the small screwdriver into the anklet, disabling the connection to the alarm. "You put an absolute stranger in your lab and didn't even consider the consequences. And he's supposed to be the genius."

Moments later, the screen on his phone lit up. He answered the call.

"Hello, Storkman."

"It's Stockman. Where are you? Shredder only gave you three months." Baxter reminded him. "If you don't have that girl here by Monday-"

"Relax. I've got it all figured out."

Suddenly the lights flicker back on. Jeremy turns around slightly startled to find Donnie -- Who's is still very much awake -- standing in the doorway.

"Oh do you, Jeremy?" Donnie scowls with the cross of his arms. Jeremy smirks, "I'm gonna have to call you back." He mutters into the phone before quickly ending the call. "I'll give you thirty seconds to explain yourself." The purple clad turtle warns. The dark haired boy before he rolls his eyes. "Relax, D."

"Don't call me that." Donnie snaps.

"Boy I sure can tell you've been hanging around her for awhile."

Donnie gives him a small look of confusion. Shaking it off, his face returns to it's pissy, 'Why are you not following the rules?' look. "Quit stalling, Jeremy. What are you doing?"

Jeremy smirks and tosses the phone onto the metal table, causing a shuttering sound to reverberate throughout the room. He takes a few small, slow steps towards the tall turtle who is in fact, about a foot taller than him. However, neither male is intimidated by the other.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He chuckles.

Donnie squints at him. "Bullshit."

"I'm being honest! Don't ya trust me?"

"No, I don't For the record, I never trusted you. You've previously worked for the Shredder, only to decide to 'quit'," Donnie states, adding air quotations, "when we call for it. It's also awfully odd how the Shredder didn't come searching for you." He points out.

His lecture drags on and on. Jeremy merely smiles, drowning him out as he casually glances around the room. He knows Donnie's trapped him, or at least he's tried to. The dude needs a new plan.

"It was all a setup, wasn't it?" Donnie persists, "Your family isn't really in danger, in fact..."

Donnie trails off. His fingers stroke his chin as he turns to the side, trying to work out Jeremy's plan without any of the details from the actual source. All the while, the twisted stranger himself has been plotting until he's found his next move. With Donnie distracted, trying to understand the situation at such a late hour, Jeremy spotted the turtle's handy dandy toolbox all open, leaving its contents available to the world.