A/N: Again with a TMNT fic. And again, I regret nothing! This is a completely new fiction, with new characters. Then again, it is going to be a new incarnation of myself. New goals, new day, new me. And this time it will include only one of my other friends. My best friend and beta, Laurel. She's pretty awesome and I think she deserves some turtle love. This time around there is something that Laurel would really like to include you guys in the decision making. A question will be asked at one point during the fiction to you and I hope you will review back.

On top of that, I will probably be using most references from the newer cartoon than anything else. There will be bits from the movies, but April is her cartoon version more than the movie version of herself as you will see later on. We will see where my imagination takes me. Sometimes it is a very scary place. *Insert evil laugh here* Lovely reading to you all, as always.

Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT or any of the characters there in. I do own the idea for the this particular fiction and the original characters such as Deidra and Analise.

Summary: A serial murderer is using mutation to kill his victims and Special Agent Deidra Jenson is put on the case. With the help from her best friend Analise, she is thrown into an assignment that is like nothing she has seen before. Especially after four ninja turtles dash into her and Analise's lives. Mikey/OC Leo/OC/Raph

Weirdness

Prologue:

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

–Anon

Weirdo.

Freak.

Abnormal.

Different.

We've all heard these words. Some of us have even said them. The ones that have been told that they were weird, or freaks, or worst of all …different, handle it in a variety of ways. Some turn the other cheek. Others take it to heart and let it fester. More try to talk it out. And then there are the select few that take it like a badge of honor and own it.

There was that silence again, like there always was at the museum. Luckily it wasn't one of those stuffy, uncomfortable silences that make you want to scream. This silence was one that came with wild thoughts of fantasy, history and inspiration. The Metropolitan Museum of Art always had a way of doing that with people.

Analise Arelle held her clipboard close to her chest as she scanned the halls of the museum. She spent most of her days and nights at the museum whenever she wasn't studying character development or art history in classes. Her wavy hair slipped from behind her ear once again and fell over one side of her face when she turned another corner slowly as if not to startle the other art viewers. Her earphones were connected to the iPod hidden by the brown curtain of hair. Classical music switched to sounds of waves hitting rocky cliffs and harp ballads.

She walked through the hall of Greek statues and made it out to the large hall that housed a piece of the Parthenon. She sat on one of the benches and watched the people around her. There was a couple that was paying close attention to some of the details on one of the Greek pillars. She watched closely at their facial expressions and the way they followed the artifact with their eyes. Analise quickly wrote down their reaction to the piece and a few other points before she scanned the room for another subject. If she was going to finish her thesis for her Masters in Art, she needed a variety of subjects to pull from.

On one of the far benches sat another girl, around the same age as her. Probably twenty-one if she guessed right, maybe younger. Her red hair bright from the sun coming through one of the windows and her black sweat shirt blocked out any breeze that may have worked its way in. Analise remembered the girl from trips prior. She was always found somewhere through the halls during the week for a couple hours and more often during the weekends. She must have been another student at one of the local colleges. She carried a small messenger bag, usually with a couple of books which she would read while surrounded by the art. Today she had decided on 'The Odyssey". The book fit in with all the exhibits around her, as her choice usually did.

Analise smiled brightly. She was hoping she would see the girl again today. She was Analise's favorite person to watch. The red head was very particular about viewing and appreciating art. She looked at it as is if she could walk into each and every work. Like she could see what others sometimes pass as only the materials that made impressive lines. It was something that Analise didn't see from others, though she often found herself falling into the works as well. Maybe that's why this girl was so interesting. She was a kindred spirit.

Analise had been trying to find a way to approach her. She wasn't the best in breaking the ice with new people, if her track record with other art students could be any indication. She blamed that on being a little out of the loop being born and raised in California, the opposite side of the country. Although this time, she was prepared. The girl across the way seemed to be at the end of her usual two hour stay at the museum and was packing up her bag and her last look around the exhibits.

Analise took out a book from her own messenger bag and opened up to the last chapter that she had left off on. She put her clipboard back in her bag and began to read avidly. She was looking forward to finishing the chapter. She had picked it up to read it between classes, but never had time to read it at the museum when she was people watching.

"Do you always read C.S. Lewis?" a voice asked from above her.

Analise shifted her eyes up to the red head who now stood in front of her.

"I am a big fan of his works," Analise nodded and marked the spot in her copy of 'Mere Christianity', "Why? Are you a fan too?"

"My parents are really big on him, but he does really good work," she nodded and held out a hand for Analise to shake, "My name's Deidra."

"Analise," she took the offered hand and shook it with a bow of her head.

"I see you around here a lot," Deidra said nonchalantly, "Do you have a year long pass too?"

"Yup, on top of that I am an art student. Got to keep up on research, not to mention I love the environment. You can't beat it."

"Where's your clipboard? I rarely see you without it."

"Bag," Analise shook her messenger bag in explanation. She was a bit surprised that she wasn't the only one people watching, "You're ending your time with the masterpieces for the day?"

"Got to go to class," Deidra sighed and watched as Analise put her book away and stood up to follow her out.

"Are you an art student?" Analise asked as they began to walk.

"Criminology major," Deidra shook her head, "I am studying to be a criminal profiler."

"Dude, that's awesome."

"Dude?" Deidra took a look over Analise, "You aren't from around here, are you?"

"I'm from California, central valley," Analise rubbed the back of her head, "Moved here to finish out my masters in Art at the Academy of Art."

"It would explain your accent," Deidra nodded her head.

Analise thought that statement over a little in her head. She never knew she even had an accent.

"You know, I wanted to do law enforcement, but found it wasn't for me. Even did a portion of an academy with the Sheriff's Department back home," she turned her head to Deidra and made a face that Deidra couldn't really read, "Pepper spray burns like hell."

Deidra stopped and began to laugh at the other girl. She shook her head as she began to calm down. She looked the other girl up and down. She was wearing a loose sweatshirt with an older cartoon series logo on the front and the characters on the back. Her jeans had seen better days, but were well loved. A chain hung from her pocket and lead to the back, more than likely to connect to a wallet.

"One of my friends is having a Halloween party this weekend," Deidra crossed her arms in front of her chest, "It's on Saturday night. Did you want to come?"

Analise blinked a couple of times in a bit of confusion. She never got invited to parties that often. And she didn't often take the invitation if it was from a stranger. But something felt different. She felt she could trust Deidra more than she could a random stranger. She followed the gut feeling and nodded her head.

"Sure, I'll need to get a costume."

"If you like pirates, I have an extra," Deidra offered.

"Sounds good," Analise nodded, "I am guessing I will see you tomorrow then? We could go over more details as we walk through the Egyptian exhibit?"

"It's a plan," Deidra held out her and as if agreeing to a deal.

Analise shook her hand again and unbeknown to the two girls, a partnership was formed.

Three years later…

"So, what's on the menu tonight?"

Two young women made themselves comfortable on a new set of furniture in the small living room of a two bedroom apartment. The brunette with her medium length hair in a single braid sat down the popcorn on the center table as the cropped cut red head pushed the right buttons to get to the program listings.

"Well," Deidra sighed and finally brought up the listings for the horror movies, "Depends on what you are in the mood for. Zombies, evil sorcery or ghosts?"

"Always with the decisions…" Analise popped a couple of pieces of popcorn into her mouth and chewed on the thought, "What do they have in the gore section?"

"There's always Night of the Living Dead," she shrugged.

"A classic, but I need something a bit more cheesy tonight."

"And gory?"

"Gore is always a good thing."

"Agreed, but you seem picky tonight," she smirked and scrolled down the list to find an older, cheesy zombie flick with plenty of blood.

"I have a right to be picky," Analise sighed and looked at her phone which began to vibrate.

Deidra looked over at her and saw her concentrate on the screen, "Who is it?"

"Joshua," Analise frowned and put her phone in her bag.

"Still not talking to him, huh? Proud of you. He's a douche schnozzle."

"Still love him," Analise mumbled and hugged a pillow to her, "How can I still love him?"

"You were in love with him for quite a while. Glad you're over that phase," Deidra turned on her stomach to face her friend, "It takes a while to heal from a blow like what he gave you. It hurts even more when he knew how you felt and still did it."

"Yeah…" she picked up one of the many tabloids from the side table. She had been collecting them for years. Especially when they picked up on possible giant reptiles in the sewers that supposedly walked among New Yorkers in the dead of night. The stories always had a way of making her feel better.

"Don't worry," Deidra smirked, "Once I de-man him, you won't have to worry about it anymore."

Analise chuckled a little to herself, "We need to find good men, my friend."

"Indeed."

"Deidra?" Analise swiped her braid over her shoulder as they put their feet up. She fingered through one of her favorite articles as Deidra looked through the options again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we will ever find our guys?"

"Of course we will…" Deidra paused to pop some popcorn in her mouth, "… they're in Ireland."

"Damn the luck," Analise smiled and turned her attention from her magazine to the movie just in time to see the first victim fall.

"I am closing the museum tomorrow night," Analise said casually, now with the mood a little lighter, "Did you want to stay after with me to help? I doubt Henry would mind."

"He's the strangest night manager. His face reminds me of an elephant," Deidra shivered a little, "But yeah, I'll come with. I have the day off from the office tomorrow. Besides I heard about all those gang related vandalisms and muggings. Don't want my roommate and best friend getting overwhelmed while she's closing up."

"I can handle myself against would be thugs."

"Against three? I have no doubt, but getting up to seven or eight, I worry," Deidra grabbed a handful of popcorn, "Let's just watch the gore and we will worry about tomorrow, tomorrow."

"Alright," Analise turned to the screen and began to laugh, "That blood spurt screamed red coloring."

"It didn't have the right consistency for blood."

"Dude, I could totally go for some pizza."

"Ana…" Deidra stopped herself and thought over the option, "Regular or deep dish?"