A/N: Alrighty guys! This is another multi-chapter fic! Huzzah! It's got an OC, but let me tell you that this is NOT a romance story. So if that's your thing, this may not be the fic for you. However, if you love fics that star super sarcastic, totally badass, hilariously funny, awesomely great OC's then this is most deff the fic for you! Please give it a chance and let me know what you think! I'm really proud of this and I hope y'all like it! =]]

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of TMNT. Sigh and moan…and then sigh again…maybe an extra moan as well since I'm feeling particularly petulant.

Chapter 1: Can't Ever Seem To Catch A Break.

Friggin' figures this would happen. She thought to herself as she ran down the alleyway. Why did I run down this way?

She could hear her pursuers' right behind her, taunting and cat calling her. It was disgusting.

"Why ya runnin' away sweetheart? We just wanna play wit ya a bit!" One of them yelled. She rolled her eyes and willed her legs to run faster. She had already been at it for over fifteen minutes. She just couldn't seem to shake them. She thought they'd get bored eventually, but no dice; they were just as interested when they first started after her. She was getting tired. She used to run track in high school, but that was two years ago and she wasn't as fast as she used to be.

"Yer gonna get tired sooner or lata gorgeous, might as well give it up." Another one called after her.

"Screw you!" She threw over her shoulder. She winced, that wasn't exactly the greatest thing she could've said to them.

They cackled. "That's the idea sweetheart!"

Again, regrettable choice of words. She booked it towards another dark alley, trying to lose them in the shadows. Luckily it was night now and the back alleys were pitch black. She ducked underneath a low hanging first story balcony and pressed herself tightly against the wall, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her heavy breathing. She heard them run by, still calling after her. She waited a few minutes before she slinked away, going the other direction and towards the busy streets. The busier the street the less amount of crime.

Her feet were killing her now of course. She eased her high heels off and saw that she had more than likely broken two of her toes, and the heel of both of her feet were cracked open and bleeding.

"Fabulous." She muttered to herself. She slowly put her shoes back on and hissed in pain as she made her way back to Main Street. Her apartment was a good twenty blocks down the road, and though she normally loved the walk she knew she was going to have to get a taxi. Straightening her dress and running her fingers through her hair she hailed for a taxi.

"Another long night Kaliyah?"

Kallie looked up and smiled. "I didn't know you were working tonight Sam."

The older man laughed. "I'm always working kid."

"I can see that." She replied with a smile.

"So where to?" He asked.

"Home please." Kallie groaned.

"Long night?" He asked.

"You could say that." She murmured.

"Well, home it is then Kaliyah."

"Ugh…Sam, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Kallie. I hate my full name." She told him putting a hand over her face.

Sam chuckled. "Why do you think I do it kid?"

Kallie couldn't help but roll her eyes and grin. Sam was a man somewhere in his 50s with graying hair and kind brown eyes. Sam had known Kallie for about five years now; he lived in the apartment across the hall from her families when they first moved here her Freshman year of high school. He was a taxi driver then too, and now that Kallie was an adult and living on her own, he seemed to still be able to track her down and pick her up whenever she hailed a taxi. She had her suspicions that he was trying to watch out for her. It was comforting and sweet, but also slightly annoying.

"How's your mama doing?" He asked.

"Fine I guess." She replied with a shrug.

"She misses you."

Kallie snorted. "Sure she does."

"Kaliyah." Sam chastised.

"Sam, I love ya like a father, but I'm not in the mood for a talk about my mom tonight. I really just wanna go to bed." Kallie sighed.

"Alright, alright. Just thought you'd wanna know she's thinking about you." Sam said gently.

"Thanks." She murmured.

The rest of the ride Sam chatted idly about how his week had gone and how his wife was feeling better after a bout with the flu. Kallie talked to him about her job and college, but before she knew it he was pulling up to her apartment building.

"Take care of yourself kid." He called through the window.

Kallie smiled. "Always."

She turned and made her way to the elevator, pushing the third floor button and then stepping off. Luckily her apartment was only a few steps from the elevator and she quickly made it into her apartment. She eased her heels off again and winced as pain shot through her feet.

"Son of a bitch!" She cried out as she stepped barefoot across the linoleum floor of the kitchen. She didn't want to bleed on her carpet so she reached for a few dish tails and made a small path from the kitchen to the bathroom where her first aid kit was. She cleaned her heels, trying not to scream and curse, and then wrapped her two broken toes together to let them heal properly. She'd broken more toes in her life than she cared to count so she already knew how to fix them. She wasn't going to be able to pull off heels for a few days, her boss at The Duplex wasn't gonna be too happy.

Kallie was a music major at NYU. She had gotten a scholarship that covered a lot of her schooling as long as her grades stayed high, but it still wasn't enough to cover everything so Kallie had to work. She had two jobs; first she was a tutor at NYU for English and Music, second she sang at The Duplex three nights a week. The Duplex was a piano bar in Manhattan, it was actually a pretty nice place and she enjoyed it there a lot. She wasn't old enough to drink, let alone be in the bar, but the owners looked the other way because of how talented and popular she was. The down side was that she had to dress to the nines; which meant short dresses, high heels, big hair, and lots of makeup. But broken toes and heels did not mesh well.

And this was the third time in two months that she had broken some part of her foot running from disgusting creeps. They seemed to come to her like moths to a flame. She couldn't understand it, she didn't sing at some seedy bar where men like that were just waiting for her. She worked in a decent part of town that required a bit of money in order to drink and enjoy the entertainment. How these creeps kept finding her, she would never know. The sucky thing was that she was due to sing again tomorrow night. Kenny wanted her to wear something extra nice since his boss was going to be there. Kallie winced. She was going to just have to grin and bear it, there was no way she could let Kenny down tomorrow. Kallie dragged herself to bed and hoped that some of the swelling would be down by the time she woke up.

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The next day Kallie's toes weren't nearly as swollen, but they were still sore. It was Sunday though, which meant no classes! A lazy day was most definitely calling her name, but no such luck, there was too much she needed to do first. Her songs were the first thing she needed to work on, so after grabbing a cup of coffee she tied her long blonde hair into a loose bun and made her way to the piano. She played for a few hours, tweaking notes here and there before she finally decided to shower and get ready for the day. She had promised to go over her song list with Kenny before she performed tonight and she had a few errands to run before then. She showered quickly and changed into a pair of jeans and a loose hoodie, it was getting chilly; the crisp November making its presence known. She grabbed the dark brown lacey dress and matching heels she planned on wearing tonight and made her way to the subway. After dropping off her dress at The Duplex she walked downtown to run a few errands. She deposited her check in the bank first, stopped at the bookstore to buy a new book, then made her way to her favorite small boutique shop; Ina. She purchased a gorgeous cream colored flower hair pin that would match her outfit perfectly. She stocked up on her makeup supply as well and then made her way back to The Duplex. It was nearing 7 and she was due on stage at 7:45.

"Hey Kenny." She called to her boss. Kenny was a nice older guy, probably in his 40s but he tried to act as if he was in his 20s. He was super tall, although it didn't take much to be taller than Kallie since she was barely 5'2, and he had dark brown hair that was graying slightly in the corners, he had a mustache as well that Kaliyah had tried to convince him to shave off since it made him look like a creeper.

"You're cutting it close Kallie." He told her.

"Had a few errands to run, sorry." She told him.

Kenny scowled at her slightly before waving her off. "Off with you. You've got three songs tonight. The list you left me is great, but I think you should sing The Call."

Kallie gaped at him. "What?"

It was common knowledge that Kenny hated Regina Spektor; and she was one of Kallie's absolute favorite singers of all time. She had been begging Kenny to allow her to sing something of hers for ages, but he wouldn't budge.

"The Call. Sing it tonight."

"Really?!" She shrieked

Kenny sighed. "Yes really. Now hurry and get ready before I change my mind."

She resisted the urge to hug him as she squealed and made her way backstage to get ready. It always took her forever to get ready. Her hair was naturally curly and never wanted to cooperate with her. She straightened it tonight, parting it to the side and sliding her new hair pin in. She applied the necessary makeup and then slipped into her dress and heels. She winced as her broken toes protested the confined space. She waited around, going through her vocal warm ups before she finally heard her name called. She took a deep breath and walked on stage.

"Hello everyone!" She said enthusiastically. There was a chorus of hellos and she grinned wider.

"Some of y'all know me. But for those who don't, my name is Kallie."

Applause sounded throughout the room and she nodded to the piano man. He started playing and soon she was completely lost in the music. The first song she sang was Trouble. She followed that with Faithfully. And ended the night with The Call. It was perhaps her best performance yet. The crowd absolutely loved The Call. She couldn't help but smile smugly at Kenny. He rolled his eyes but gave her a grin, unable to help himself. Kallie spent the rest of the evening chatting with the audience members and graciously accepting their praise. It was a great night.

"Great job darling." Kenny said as he kissed her cheeks.

"Thank you so much for letting me sing The Call. I really appreciate it." She told him.

He smiled at her. "You've been doing so well; I figured you could use a reward."

"Well, thanks." She repeated.

"Go home. Be safe." He told her.

Kallie waved and made her way outside. It was a cold night and of course she had forgotten her hoodie at The Duplex. She wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders and picked up the pace as much as she could. She decided to take the subway home instead of hailing for a taxi at midnight on a Saturday. It would take her much longer to do that than just to take the subway. Her foot was still in quite some pain as she eased her way down the stairs. It was kinda empty, only a few people waiting on the other end of the subway. Kallie gripped her bag closer to her body, trying to use it for warmth when she felt something press against her lower back.

"Don't move a muscle." A deep voice whispered in her ear.

Kallie froze, her entire body tensing.

"Told ya we'd catch up to ya eventually." He whispered against her neck. It sent chills down her spine.

"Now, yer gonna move nice an' slow. Ya scream and yer dead, understand?" The man asked.

Kallie nodded, too scared to speak. He pushed the gun harder into her back and she moved forward. He led her towards an empty corner and she heard more than just their footsteps. He had brought friends. She could hear them snickering and whispering about what they were gonna do to her. She gulped and tried to think of a way out of this.

They finally made it to the empty corner. There was a long alley that led to nowhere and as far as she could tell, no one could see them. There were three of them. Two really tall ones, one rather shorter. The two tall ones had these purple dragon tattoos on their arms, the shorter one hand one crawling up his neck. The tall one with the beanie on his head roughly pushed her against the wall. His face rubbing against hers as he grabbed her wrists and shoved them over her head.

"M'gonna enjoy this sweetheart." The creep whispered.

Kallie knew it was now or never so she brought up her knee and slammed it into his groin and then wrenching her arms out of his grasp, he kneeled over and tried to grab at her but she smashed the heel of her hand into his nose and she booked it. Unfortunately there was nowhere to run.

"Bitch!" The guy yelled as he scrambled back to his feet and shoved her against the wall again, this time his two friends holding each of her hands down. He reared his arm back and smacked her in the face, her head cracking hard against the brick wall. The hit sent her reeling, seeing stars. She tasted blood and her she went limp as her knees buckled. She knew that they were going to hurt her now and there was nothing she could do about it. But then there was a whooshing sound and shadows filled the corner.

The three creeps were suddenly grunting in pain as she heard something hard constantly connecting with their flesh. She slid down the wall, her vision fuzzy and her head swimming. She saw her three attacker's unconscious on the ground as the pain finally overcame her and she closed her eyes as her head lolled to the side.

"Think she's gonna be okay?" She heard a voice ask. It sounded like a guy…a young guy…maybe her age or younger.

"I dunno, she got hit kinda hard." A rougher, Brooklyn accented voice said.

Kallie tried to open her eyes again but she couldn't, and her head wasn't helping much, it too was feeling much too heavy.

"We need to go guys, the cops will be here soon." Another voice added.

"Leo, we can't just leave her!" That younger voice protested.

"Whadda think Donnie?" The rough voice asked.

"I dunno…I can't tell too much. That punch was kinda hard and I'm worried about the possibility of a concussion. If that's the case she needs to be watched over night." Another voice said. So far she knew there were four people around her.

Kallie groaned as she felt gentle prodding along her temple. She lifted her hands to try and swat the offending hands away from her, but she barely lifted her hands off the ground.

"She's conscious, barely, but conscious." The fourth voice replied.

"Call Casey or Ape, see if they can't take her to a hospital or somethin'." The accented voice said.

"They're on a delivery."

"We can just let the cops get her or call an ambulance."

"That's actually a good idea Mikey."

"Who knew he could use his brain?"

"Hey! I was my brain all the time!"

Kallie tried again to talk, to make some kind of noise to let her rescuers know she was going to be fine, she didn't need a hospital, she just needed to go home.

"Uh guys…we may have a problem."

"What?"

"She's bleeding from her head, we need to get it stopped now."

"What do we do Don?" The young voice asked.

"I need her back in the lab. If I don't stop the bleeding soon she's going to be in serious trouble."

Kallie groaned again and moved her head slightly. Sure enough, she could feel warm wetness seep into her shirt.

"Master Splinter isn't going to like this." The first voice said.

"Help me get her." The young voice said.

"I got her Mikey. Ya wanna get her bag?" The rough voice asked.

"Got it! Dudes, doesn't this seem familiar? Damsel in distress, us coming to the rescue, and Raph carrying what looks like a dead girl back to the lair…ah…memories."

A smacking sound was heard and an indignant 'Ow' was heard next. Kallie felt herself being lifted into the air, strong arms supporting her weight. Kallie could still hear the voices conversing with one another but soon she drifted into unconsciousness.