She didn't remember falling asleep, but (y/n) did know that she was waking up against the hardest pillow she had ever used. Her face wrinkled with discomfort as she began to roll around, attempting to readjust. Unfortunately, the more she moved the more she realized it wasn't just her pillow that was hard, it was her whole bed. Did I fall out of the bed? She asked herself as she attempted to move once more only to be met with imminent resistance when a set of strong arms wrapped around her.

A rough morning voice then echoed in her ears. "Stop moving. More sleeping."

(y/n)'s eyes opened in an instant when she heard the voice. Scanning her surrounding area, the girl quickly realized that she was laying on top of Leonardo, a majority of her body now pressed tightly against his shell as her pet held her close. The girl attempted to look up, but only saw the underside of his face, but even then she could tell that he was more than comfortable, lounging across their couch with her.

Allowing herself to relax against him, (Y/n) took a settling breath.

She liked this. She liked how it felt to lay with him. She liked how comfortable she was. She liked how comfortable Leonardo was. If you would have told her that they would end up falling asleep while cuddling when her turtle was first gifted to her, (Y/n) probably would have laughed, and yet here they were. Having a perfect moment to start their day.

As perfect as it was, (y/n) couldn't fall back asleep. Her father always said she was a morning bird, and most days when she woke with the sun the girl simply used the time to get in a workout. Based upon the heavy turtle arm wrapped around her, (y/n) was pretty sure that that was not going to happen this time. Not that she minded really. A day of rest was important besides, his chest was hard, but growing more and more comfortable as she latched onto the rhythmic sound of his heart beating.

So, instead of attempting to get out of Leonardo's grip, the girl settled in closer and began to think over the day.

It was Thursday, she noted, laundry day. She would need to pick a dress for tomorrow. Black was probably the right choice, after all, the boys usually went with black on showcase nights. Maybe she should call them? She at least needed to practice the songs. Jamsion would kill her if she doesn't. They'll practice again when they arrive on Friday. Early arrival on Friday. She'll miss dinner with Francoeur. Plan dinner for the turtle. Wait, they haven't even eaten this morning. Plan breakfast for today.

She looked up at her turtle once again. Maybe he had an opinion on breakfast this morning. Usually, they just had leftovers or cereal. The boys had annihilated the pizza she had bought last night however, so leftovers were off the table, and (y/n) was sick of frosted flakes. She knows how to cook. Hell she'd been cooking three meals a day since her father died, so anything he may want she was sure she could manage.

"Francoeur," she whispered to him. "Do you want some breakfast?"

Leonardo groaned above her but did little more. He either passed out again or just ignored her. Either way. She needed to move before she got stir crazy or just too hungry. So she tired again, this time banging her forehead against his shell.

"Come on, we can't lay here all day." The girl complained before lifting her head again to watch his face as she gently prodded at his cheekbones.

"Why not." He finally muttered back.

"Because it's laundry day for one," she laughed. "But also because I'm hungry."

Her turtle let out a short grunt,"So?"

This was getting her nowhere, she thought while rolling around in his grip so that their chests pressed together. She needed to get him up, and if he wasn't going to be food motivated then she would be. So with a smirk (y/n) slowly began to wiggle herself up his shell as she gave her ultimatum.

"So, if you don't let me make us food then I'll have to have turtle soup." (Y/n) taunted before pushing herself up his body just enough to give her leverage to bite his shoulder.

That earned her a yelp, and in an instant Her turtle was sitting up straight, his arms now cradling around her, with one hand on the back of her neck trying to pry the girl off of him. It was too late, she was latched on, and if Francoeur was anything like Davy, she would have to stay that way until she heard two full sentences or else he would go back to sleep. Of course, She usually got David's wrists, this was a whole new ball game. (Y/n) had gotten a shoulder and she needed to not lose it and her pet's shell suddenly pushed against her throat as he thrashed around.

"Ow! Fuck! Finch!" Leonardo shouted and he continued to pull against her, trying to get her off without hurting her. "Did you lock your jaw? What the hell?"

One full sentence down, (Y/n) thought as she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to give herself better leverage. She bit down harder and grabbed the sides of Leonardo's shell to go against her pet's pulling.

The turtle was now fully away, pulling his legs criss-cross under him his hands moved to (y/n)'s waist. "I'm awake now! It'll make you a different breakfast, just stop biting me!"

"Okay!" (Y/n) suddenly chirped, leaning back in Leonardo's lap to look up at him with a smile while wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand. "Do you know how to make french toast?"

Leonardo stared at her blankly for a moment. "Jesus christ Finch, All of that for french toast?"

"Yep," she smiled while popping her 'p' before looking at the now significant bite mark on his shoulder. "Oo, that might take a while to heal."

That comment earned her a glare before Leonardo lightly slapped her thigh. "Get up, if you want food."

In an instant the girl was on her feet waiting patiently for her pet to stand. He was hesitating however, and tried to urge the girl forward with a flicker of his eyes. (Y/n) wasn't going to risk it though. If she was too careful Leonardo would just lay back down and go back ot sleep. She was wrong of course, but it didn't quel her suspicion. So instead of obeying his unspoken command to move on to the kitchen, the girl simply crossed her arms and waved for the turtle to go first.

To her surprise, Leonardo not only hesitated again, but his face tinted pink. He really didn't want to go first, but it was quickly looking like he had no choice. Stealing a breath, he chose to simply bite the bullet and walk fast. It was his only chance.

In a flash, he was on his feet and speed walking to the kitchen, but it wasn't fast enough. No, (y/n) saw it. Something she had never noticed before. A tail was peeking out from under Leonardo's shell.

"Woah! You have a tail?!" She explained without thinking.

"Don't look at it!" Leonardo shouted in response as he began walking faster.

"Oh gosh it looks like it's swollen," (y/n) pointed out as soon as she realized that the base of the newly discovered appendage seemed to have swelled up. "Is that from sleeping on the couch or did I miss an injury?"

If possible, her turtle's face gor reader, as he turned behind the island and pushed hte back of his body into the corner of the cabinets. "Nothing's wrong! Just stop staring."

"But does it hurt? Are you ok?" His owner then asked, her concern evident.

"I'm fine just..." He resusred before searching for something, anything he could use to get her to go away and not stop thinking about this situation. "Why don't you go shower and I'll make french toast and we will forget my tail exists, ok?"

(Y/n) hesitated, but she could read the room enough to know that she should probably move on. "Um...okay... as long as you're all good."

"All good. Now go you freaking snapper."

In response (Y/n) dramatically bites at the air with a growl and a snap of her teeth. Luckily, Leonardo was able to push past his sudden on set embarrassment enough to roll his eyes and smile. He then waved the girl away and watched her close herself into the bathroom before finally lowering his posture. Only one thought went through his mind. She had got to read some of her dad's textbooks. His attention then went to his swollen tail making his groan. Ignore it and it'll go away. Always does.

***

When (Y/n) finished her however, and reemerged in a pair of jeans a new hoodie Leonarod had nearly finished there food. He had in fact managed to make french toast. While it was a little burned, you would think the girl couldn't tell. After all, Her eyes lit up at the sight of her powdered sugar-covered breakfast. That amazing look quickly shifted towards her pet who was busying himself with washing the pan he had used.

The feeling of her eyes on him, made Leonardo look up towards the girl and smile. There were no words exchanged and (Y/n) approached. Reaching for a plate she realized a happy squeal before cutting into a slice of toast with ehr fork. As she walked towards the kitchen island, she took a bite and hummed constantly. This breakfast was everything she wanted and more.

Leonardo couldn't help but chuckle as he dried his hands before leaning on the counter to take his own bite of food. He'll admit it, he did a pretty good job with this breakfast, but he didn't think it was good enough to earn him (y/n)'s reaction. The girl was excitedly eating her meal complete with happy hums and subtle moans. Part of him thought that she was going all of this for the show, but still it made him proud. So he focused on eating his plate of food, silently soaking in his owner's enjoyment.

"Since I feel kinda bad about biting you, I won't make you help with laundry today." (y/n) started between bites of her breakfast. "I'll also have to practice at some point so Jamison doesn't decide homicide is a good idea. Will you be all good on your own today?"

Leonardo snorted a bit at the question. "You ask that, as if you aren't going to be in the other room."

(Y/n) gave him a lopsided smile. "Come off it, I'm trying to be a responsible pet owner here. Which requires keeping my shockingly handsome, anthropomorphic, ninja turtle busy during the day."

"And forgetting to feed me yesterday wasn't a problem at all." He smirked.

"Hey! You got dinner didn't you! And you picked it out." The girl argued, a pout suddenly appearing on her lips.

Laughing loudly Leonardo placed his plate in the sink before approaching (Y/n). He placed a gentle hand on her head, before letting his fingers all through her wet hair. The girl in question attempted to keep her overly dramatic pout, but struggled when the urge to lean into his touch won over. Smiling, the turtle pet her head once again before heading towards the living room.

"You're a great owner, Finch. I'm just teasing." He called out to her. "I'm going to watch Clone Wars. Join me when you're done."

***

It was during this fifth episode of the day that something finally managed to capture his attention. Something outside the large windows of the penthouse. For a moment, Leonardo thought he had seen a flash of green run past, and that was all it took for him to shoot to his feet and rush towards the bay window. Looking through the glass he scanned the skyline for something, anything, that would prove he hadn't imagined it. But there was nothing to be found. His brother's weren't coming.

As if his heart weighed him down, the turtle landed on the bench of the window and continued to stare out at the buildings. The three of them didn't stand a chance. They couldn't check every building for him, and there was zero indication that this building was even owned by Shredder. Hell, he didn't even know if it was, he only knew the two penthouses were. Even if one of his brothers, let's be honest here, even if Donnie managed to figure out that Shredder did own this property, why would they think to look here. This wasn't a high security prison. It was the apartment of a twenty year old girl.

A really wonderful twenty year old girl, Leonardo thought to himself as he headed against the window. He wanted to go home, back to his family, but he didn't want to leave (y/n). Not alone in his apartment, especially not alone with the assholes she has to work with. Sure she'd have David and Jamison, but clearly they hadn't done much about their other co-workers. If he left, who would protect her? She can protect herself, his brian tired to argue, flashing memories of their sparring and her black belt, but it wasn't enough to fully comfort him.

In the end he came to one conclusion.

Leonardo wanted to go home, but he wanted to take (y/n) with him.

His mind started to nag at him, spiraling him into places he knew he couldn't go. Leonardo was a notorious pesamiss, something that had only gotten worse as he got older, and would often think himself into darker places then he should. The worst part was, he could tell when he was doing it to himself, but he couldn't stop it. Usually it was his youngest brother, Michelangelo, who noticed his spiraling and broke him out of it, but he wasn't here. There was no one to distract his mind, he conceived himself, until suddenly the stroud of sock clad feet approaching him caught his attention.

Turning his head, Leonardo saw (Y/n) standing a few feet away with a worried look on her face. She had never seen him look so dejected since he first arrived. It was the same expression he had in the car when she first met him. It made her stomach sink anxiously.

"Are you ok Francoeur?" (Y/n) asked as she approached the turtle, sitting on the window ledge beside him.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm just... missing my family is all."

"Oh..."

One word. It was all she could think of to say. Leonardo didn't read much into it, assuming that she simply wasn't exacting that respnoes, but (y/n) mind instantly started racing. A trait she had had since she was little was an overactive mind. Whenever there was anything causing a problem the girl would instantly go to fix it. The unfortunate truth of it all, was that her mind often moved faster than she could interpret. So (y/n) would force herself to pick up the few words she could.

Leonardo is missing his family so he should go home to see this family. Of course if he went home he couldn't come back, that would be stupid and dangerous. She works for his enemy after all. How did he become an enemy of the mafia? Wait, that doesn't matter. All that matters is getting him back to his family. He's in tip top position, with the exception of that bite mark but that was from her and would heal, and definitely wouldn't affect his ability to get home. No, they just needed to get him out without alerting anyone.

Luckily it was just them and the cameras. Crap, the cameras. How are they by pasting the camera? Well last time she checked there were no audio bugs, and her phone is on her own plan. Mr. Okoru has nothing to do with that. MAybe they could just call them? Wait, do turtles have phones? Is his family even more turtles? Doesn't matter. All that matters is if they have phones.

"Do..." (y/n) started, her mind scrambling to decipher the half-baked plan it was beginning to formulate. "Do your brothers have a phone? Like one mine could connect to."

Leonardo tilted his head in confusion as he responded. "Yeah? Why?"

That was all she needed, (Y/n) noted. If they had phones that she could contact they could simply text or call Leonardo's family and let them know where he is. OF course, she couldn't just hand it off. No. The cameras would pick up on that, and (Y/n) didn't think of what they could lead to.

She might not know much about that's going on or why the japanese mafia was fighting ninja turtles, but she knew that the instant that Mr. Okoru gifted her Leonardo she was mixed in. From what Karai was saying, (Y/n)'s apartment was simply supposed to be a new prison for the turtle. As much as she tried to forget that, nothing the girl did could make that any less true. With that mind, she couldn't just let Leonarod out the front door. She would be helping a prisoner escape.

That thought had Karai's words ringing in her ear. A warning from when they first met. My father has never taken well to being disobeyed, the girl had warned her. No. She would have to be subtle about this. She would have to make sure whatever they did to get Leonardo out looked as if it was completely his own idea. It would be hard, but it was possible.

So, reaching forward (y/n) grabbed one of Leonardo's hands with both of her own. "I promise you Francoeur, I'll help you get home."

Leonardo could see the determined glow in her eyes, washing over any other emotion she could be trying to hide away. He knew there was more going on inside of her head, but he didn't want to pry. Instead he placed his other hand on top of (y/n)'s. He tried to show her his thanks without using words, relying on the unspoken understanding of each other they had begun to develop. Understanding, (Y/n) leaned forward to place their foreheads together.

"I promise," She said again, this time in a whisper.

***

The plan was simple. (Y/n) would accidentally 'forget' her phone on the charger when she leaves for work tomorrow night. After a while, Leonardo would 'stumble upon it' and use the device to text his brothers. The message would be simple. Who is messaging, that he's okay, and where he is. Of course, he would also add in a message to not respond. After the text is sent, he'll delete it and hide any evidence that he used the phone at all.

With this plan, to the cameras and whoever it is that monitors them, it'll look as if Leonardo simply took an opportunity that arose from (Y/n)'s own error. There will be no proof that it was planned. If all goes as planned, Leonardo would be home before (y/n) even got home from work.

At that realization, any excitement caused by their plan faded. If he would be leaving while she was gone, they wouldn't get a proper goodbye. He would just be gone.

The thought made (y/n) queasy.

She didn't want to lose her pet, moreover, she didn't want to lose her friend. In their short time together Leonardo had managed to cement himself in her life. When he leaves, there will be a turtle shaped hole left behind. Even so, she wouldn't do anything about it, she couldn't. After all, Leonardo was never supposed to be a pet. He was his own person, with a family who he misses, and no doubt misses him in return. Who was (Y/n) to keep him away from them.

When Friday finally came, the pair went about their day with a silent tension hanging in the air. Even though they knew it was their last day together, they had no idea what to do with their time. They spent their day in each other's space, sparing quick glances and little touches whenever they could as if it would somehow create a comfort, but nothing helped. Nothing could shake the feeling of the inevitable.

By four o'clock, (Y/n) was dressed in her black performance dress, strapping on her heels as her phone rested idlily on her side table. She tried her hardest to not look at it. She needed to forget it was there. (y/n) had taken the time early in the day to disable her password and even went through all of the inner systems to make sure there wasn't any sort of bug or hacking that would flag Leonardo's text. Everything was clear, so their plan should go on without a hitch.

Her queasiness returned mixed in with a hint of shame. (Y/n) was ashamed of herself for wanting the plan to fail. She was just being selfish and that wasn't right. Leonardo wasn't hers to keep.

With that thought she stood from the bed and squared her shoulders. It was now or never. Leaving the bedroom she tried to act as if it was a normal friday. She forced herself not to look for her pet, and instead walk straight to the door, calling out her goodbyes as she moved. When her hand made contact with the knob however, the girl couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, only to see Leonardo leaning against the door frame into the living room.

"Goodnight Francoeur, I'll be home at my usual time."

"Do great tonight Finch." He responded with a strained smile.

Before she let (y/n) turned back around and ran into her pet's arms, giving him the tightest more loved filled hug she could manage. She had no idea how long it could take for his brothers to come get him, and worried they would waste no time. Feeling her fear and desperation, Leonardo returned the embrace with just as much force. When they finally let go, their eye contact refused to break until the front door demanded it with its closing.