Hello people! I am back! I know I wasn't that long, but still. So, here's the first chapter. In this book, we're basically picking up in New York where A Brother Lost left off. So, this will deal with the others, how they cope with losing their brother, and...surprises!

4 months ago…

Splinter sat with his back to his tree in an attempt to meditate. Even he was struggling with the worry that plagued him. His sons had gone off to get Leonardo back and had been gone for a while now, making his anxiety build with each passing minute. His eyes popped open as he heard a rushed set of footsteps. It was just one set and he could sense fear in the movements. He stood and hurried out to see Michelangelo running towards him, struggling for breath. He stopped before Splinter, bent double as his breath came in ragged gasps. Now Michelangelo was fairly fit, despite how badly he treated his body with all sorts of junk food. To be struggling for breath, he had to've run a good distance without stopping. Only something bad could've driven him to run flat out like that.

"They got Raph and Donnie. Leo's hurt so bad he blacked out. I tried to stop 'em, but…" he gasped out. Splinter felt his insides twist. He hurried past him, heading for Bradford's dojo. Mikey groaned. He was exhausted, but he turned and followed after him.

Splinter and Mikey looked down through the large skylight into the room below. Donnie and Raph, still knocked out from the tranquilizers, were tied back-to-back in the middle of the room; Leo was nowhere in sight. They opened the skylight and dropped down into the room, prepared for an ambush. When none came, they turned their attention to Donnie and Raph, but remained vigilant. Once they were untied, Splinter made sure there were no trackers on them. He froze as he moved his two unconscious sons apart.

Between them laid Leo's equipment-katanas, pads and mask-with a note attached.

This is just the beginning, it read. He forced himself to check them over for any trackers before anything else. Leo wasn't dead. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. Leo was alive, just missing. Just like….he shook the memory aside. Now wasn't the time; they had to get back to the lair. Donnie and Raph were already beginning to stir. Mikey, relieved, began shaking them to hurry it up. Splinter picked up Leo's things, leaving the note behind. As Mikey was reaching out to shake Raph again, Raph's hand shot out, grabbing his hand and stopping it. Mikey laughed nervously as Raph opened his eyes and glared at him. He let go of Mikey's arm and his brother backed away. Donnie stood up, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it from the after effects of the tranquilizer. All three stopped what they were doing when they saw Splinter holding Leo's things. Mikey looked scared, Raph, as usual, looked ready to beat something, and Donnie, for once, had a completely blank expression. Splinter looked at his three remaining sons.

"Let's go home." The three brothers could hear the sadness in his voice that he was trying to mask. None of them commented, just nodded and followed him out and back to the sewers.

About two hours later, Splinter walked into his room. He closed his door and listened to his sons leave the Dojo to talk out in the main part of the lair. He sat down on his cot and put his head in his hands. His sons had told him everything they could about the attempted rescue. As for himself, he'd been forced to tell them why Karai had done it and that she was really his daughter, Miwa.

Splinter could barely handle it anymore. Losing Leo like this reminded him of his first son that he'd lost, twelve years ago. They'd only been about four years old then and had no recollection of him. It'd made living with what had happened a little easier. Leo's disappearance wouldn't be the same. The persistent memory finally broke through the crumbling walls of his emotions. As always, it started with his name; Masolino.