Brooke opened her eyes as a feminine voice said her name, trying to wake her up. Her hazel eyes opened to see a woman and a man hovering over her, she glanced at their uniforms and recognised them as paramedics.

"Brooklyn? Can you hear me?" The woman asked her and she nodded back. The female paramedic then turned her attention to something else. "W-What happened?" She murmured, this time the male paramedic replied. "You and your friend got ambushed by some soldiers, you two took some pretty hard hits" He gave her a basic answer of what had occurred hours before.

She then remembered Casey, Brooke sat up, much to the chagrin of the male paramedic, to see Casey being checked by the female paramedic. He had one of his wrists wrapped in gauze bandaging and a few bruises across the side of his face.

Taking in her surroundings Brooke realised they were still inside the police van but it had been stripped. She didn't need to think too hard about who may have cleared out the van. Bebop and Rocksteady.

"W-Where are we?" She asked the male paramedic who was still checking her out for injuries. Under the G.W. Bridge" He simply replied.

The two paramedics patched up their minor injuries while continuing to check for any major injuries until the two officers were given the okay. Since the police van was parked so far away from both Brooke and Casey's homes, the paramedics did agree to drive them home.

Before getting inside the ambulance, Brooke checked the front area of the police van to see if her bow had been nicked by the felons as well. To her great surprise, her bow was still in the front seat on the passenger's side. Grabbing her crossbow she sighed out of relief, she guessed that Bebop and Rocksteady didn't consider her bow to be a valuable weapon for them to take.

As they rode in the back of the ambulance a message would occasionally come through on the service comms in the front of the ambulance. Brooke and Casey didn't speak for the majority of the ride, still in disbelief at what had happened just hours prior.

They pulled up to Brooke's apartment. Thanking the paramedics and bidding Casey goodnight, she walked through the apartment's lobby. She kept her head down, not wanting anyone to question why she was covered in cuts.

Taking the elevator up to her and Ellie's floor, she sighed from the absolute mess she had just been involved in. Having no idea how she was going to explain to Ellie what had just happened.

Reaching her floor level, she opened the door to her apartment. Barely having time to close the door behind her, she was quickly greeted by Ellie embracing her. "Brooke! Oh my god, are you okay?" Ellie asked as she tightly held on to her sister.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay El" Brooke reassured her, although she knew it wouldn't be much of a comfort. Ellie then spotted the cuts on her face, instantly kicking up her worry meter by at least twelve.

Ellie looked over the cuts, checking out how bad they looked. Seeing the expert way that they had been patched up, she felt relief knowing that her sister had been taken care of by the proper professionals.

She sighed. "What the hell happened?" She queried.

"The Foot ambushed us," Brooke said. "Their plan was to break Shredder out of custody, and they damn well succeeded" She grumbled.

Stomach dropping, Ellie's eyes widened. Her breath shuddered as her sister's words set in. Shredder, one of the most notorious criminals New York had seen in recent years, was now loose in the city. And Ellie knew that once the rest of New York heard about that there would not only be fear within the streets but also riots as civilians wondered if the police could in fact protect them from the Shredder and the Foot clan.

Able to see the tiredness in her sister's eyes, Ellie decided to hold off on any more questions until the morning. Knowing that Brooke would benefit from sleep after everything she had just been through tonight.

Sharing one final hug, the two sisters bid each other goodnight. Brooke lugged her tired body to her bedroom, she threw her bow and quiver filled with arrows into a corner of the room and changed out of her police uniform and into her pyjamas. An oversized t-shirt with black shorts. She flipped her lights off before collapsing into bed, slumber instantly overtaking her.

-

Brooke woke up the next day feeling even more groggy than she normally did after waking up. Hearing her phone buzz, she lazily reached over to her nightstand and picked it up. It was a text from Casey. 

Hey, how you feeling?

She swiftly typed back. Aside from a bitch of a headache, pretty good.

I get that. Also, the captain wants to talk to us about what exactly happened last night so be ready in about fifteen minutes I'm on my way to pick you up.

After reading Casey's final text, Brooke practically rolled out of her bed. Really not in the mood to leave the house at all today but it figures that the captain would want to discuss last night's events with herself and Casey.

Managing to pull her body over to her dresser, she decided on just a simple pair of ripped denim jeans, and a black tank top with a flannel shirt thrown on top.

Exiting her room, she saw Ellie was still in the apartment. The older brunette sat in front of the coffee table with a bunch of her art supplies scattered across it and a pastel sunset had been painted onto a canvas. Brooke figured that she must've had the afternoon shift today.

She wore a pink and blue tweed houndstooth skirt with a matching jacket over a simple white turtleneck underneath. She looked absolutely adorable. That was something that always set them apart, their fashion styles. Brooke hardly owned any skirts or dresses, while they took up most of her sister's wardrobe.

"Hey" Brooke greeted, altering her sister to her presence.

"Hey, you're up early," Ellie remarked. "How do you feel?" She queried.

Brooke shrugged. "Like shit, so the usual way I feel in the morning"

Understanding, Ellie simply nodded. Brooke walked into the kitchen, hoping to find a quick something she could munch down on before Casey arrived.

Looking through the cabinets she pulled out a box of Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tarts and quickly snacked on a few. Brooke had an almost unhealthy obsession with the sugary pastries. "I can't stay long," She said, throwing the blue box back into the upper cabinets.

"Casey's coming to get me, apparently the captain wants to talk to us about what happened last night" She explained further.

Ellie raised a brow at her. "Why? She asked.

Again, Brooke shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine El"

Not having time to theorize with her sister, Brooke headed for their shared bathroom so she could feel slightly presentable in order to set outside her front door.

Entering their small bathroom, Brooke tidied up her appearance. Brushing her teeth and throwing her dark brown locks into a simple low ponytail. She checked out how the cuts on her face looked. They did look slightly better, but it would probably be another week or two before they fully healed.

Her phone then buzzed. She didn't have to check it to know it was Casey. Exiting the bathroom she quickly pulled on her boots, bidding goodbye to Ellie and rushing out the front door.

The elevator got her down to the ground level quickly. Seeing Casey's Dodge Cat Challenger waiting just outside the reception area she walked through the glass front doors and practically jumped into the passenger seat of the car.

As soon as Brooke was buckled up, the car took off. The engined roared as they took off down the bustling thoroughfares of New York. Initiating small talk, they discussed what they thought the captain might what to talk with them about.

Easing their way through traffic, Casey's radio played. The transmission was set on one of the news stations. The radio hosts discussed the Shredder's escape, Brooke didn't doubt that now the entire city knew of the departments' failure from the previous night.

Eventually, they reached the NYPD stationhouse. With how busy the streets were, he decided to pull into the station's garage, where dozens of police cars were parked and waiting to be used. He parked near the entrance while remaining out of the way in case other officers needed to pull out of the garage.

The duo waited inside the car, waiting for the captain to make his way down to the garage. It wasn't long before he did. His eyes combed through all the vehicles in the garage, quickly finding the one outlier, the black Dodge, amongst the sea of white police mobiles.

The captain walked over to where Casey had parked, prompting the two of them to hop out of the car and stand in front of it. Alongside the captain was a blonde woman who was dressed professionally in a black blazer set and she had a police badge attached to her waist.

"Brooke, Casey, this is Chief Rebecca Vincent, Bureau of Organised Crime" The captain introduced the blonde woman standing beside him. The two awkwardly shook her hand, mumbling some basic polite greetings to her.

Chief Vincent and the captain moved on to the reason why they were called to the stationhouse. They wanted the two of them to explain and give statements of what had transpired the previous night. Brooke and Casey did their best to recount everything they could remember, often interrupting one another to add information to their previous statement.

"Everything's normal, we're following procedure, and the next thing I know, ninjas on motorcycles just... They come zipping past! And they're coming at us from every possible direction" Casey first explained.

"Keep going" Chief Vincent encouraged them.

Brooke then took over. "Okay, well, at that point I'm leaning out of the window, preparing to fire off a few of my arrows when I see what had to be this giant garbage truck which is just barreling towards us like it's on a warpath" She admitted recounting the strange vehicle that had seemingly been helping them the previous night.

"And what was the objective of this battle-hungry sanitation vehicle?" Vincent asked, turning her attention to the young cop.

"That is a good question, the same one that I'm wondering when suddenly manhole covers start launching from the grille of the truck" Brooke confirmed what she had seen.

Chief Vincent turned towards the captain. "Manhole covers" She repeated to him, clearly not believing what she had just been told. Brooke nodded. "Yes, as guided projectiles" She added.

The captain sighed. "You're taking some time off Miller. I'm pulling both of you off the payroll" He declared before following behind Chief Vincent.

His words immediately took Brooke and Casey aback. Brooke felt her body tense up, the captain had been right, she was being used as a scapegoat. Not only by her colleagues but also by Chief Vincent and the captain himself.

Brooke raced to catch up to them. "What? Captain, I'm not crazy! I know what I saw" She protested, not that it did much as the captain didn't even bother glancing back at her as he walked away.

"Look we can help you catch these guys. We're both true New Yorkers and Brooke and I know these streets better than anyone else on the task force" Casey urged, causing Chief Vincent to turn around to them.

She scoffed. "First rule of tracking fugitives, don't take help from the people responsible for losing them in the first place" She boasted.

The two former officers huffed at her words. "Chief, we were ambushed!" Brooke argued.

Side-eyeing them, Vincent again attempted to walk off. "Thanks for your statements, Miller, Jones"

Now Casey spoke up. "That's Officer Jones! And I'm gonna be a detective someday. I'm just waiting for the next round of applications at the academy" He proclaimed.

Brooke knew of this, he had told her about it many times, along with everyone else in the police force. But unlike most of the other officers who laughed at his future vision for himself, Brooke was one of the few people he could talk of his detective dream with.

"Good luck with that. As for now, you two do yourselves a favour, leave this manhunt to the professionals" Vincent instructed.

As Chief Vincent walked away Casey stormed back to his car and quickly got inside it slamming his door as he did so. 

Brooke was able to tell how much Vincent's words had ticked him off so she also got in the car. "Don't listen to her Casey, she had no idea of what you're capable of" She attempted to reassure him.

He nodded at her words. "I know, I know, I'm fine Brooke it's okay" He replied, his temper calming down as he spoke.

He then turned around to knick Bebop and Rocksteady's files from his backseat. Flicking the pages open, the two of them briefly looked over the information in the files. One specific piece of information seemed to catch Casey's eye.

"So these two idiots have a favourite bar" Casey spoke as he continued to look through the papers. Brooke looked at the known hangouts heading on the files and sure enough, listed underneath was the Horseshoe Bar. The favoured hangout location of Bebop and Rocksteady.

"Casey they wouldn't be stupid enough to go back there" She trailed off as she remembered who they were talking about.

They shared a long knowing look. "Yeah they would," They both said simultaneously as Casey started the engine of his car and pulled them out of the parking unit.

Sitting in comfortable silence, the only noise coming from Casey's radio. Brooke, a girl who was rarely lost on things to say, now sat in the passenger seat staring out of the window lost in thought. She knew that the police force was already under an intense amount of pressure from the public to recapture the escaped criminals but that didn't make her abrupt termination sting any less.

Thanks to New York's traffic problems that plagued the city, Brooke and Casey's drive to the bar had taken them much longer than initially intended.

Eventually, Casey parked right outside of the Horseshoe Bar and together they entered. Seeing the bar was empty, aside from the barkeeper who was currently clearing the bar top. Quickly they found that the barkeeper was withholding details from them leading to ten long minutes of them trying to pry answers out of him.

Until a report from Chief Vincent came up on the tv just behind them, informing them that if anyone held information about Bebop and Rocksteady's whereabouts it should be passed on to authorities.

"I just want to ask you one more time. Are you sure those guys didn't come through here?" Casey politely attempted once more.

"Hey look, I don't know what you two are talking about" The barkeeper replied, downing the remainder of his drink right then and there.

Brooke and Casey both nodded at his fake words. Casey walked away from the counter and towards the jukebox that was currently playing Vanilla Ice. "Hey, Brooke, don't you love this song?" He asked her.

Casey's words were true, she did, in fact, love Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby. "Oh yeah, a classic" She replied, wanting to see where Casey was going with this.

He then turned to the barkeeper. "You don't mind if we borrow this do you?" He asked before elbowing the glass, breaking it and pulling out the disc that was playing. "Nah, you know what? Never mind, Brooke. It has a scratch on it" He suddenly threw the disc at the neon light above the bar.

While the barkeeper ducked for cover, Brooke stood still with her arms crossed not fazed by Casey's actions. She picked up one of the glass cups that were positioned on the bar top and threw it over to Casey. "Maybe you should have a drink, Casey" She suggested, as he caught the cup while also picking up a few others from the counter.

"Are you out of your mind?" The barkeeper then asked, more directed at Casey.

"He's getting there" Brooke nonchalantly replied, unfazed as Casey threw some of the glasses at the shelves of alcohol. Smashing them instantly.

The barkeeper pleaded for Casey to stop. "Stop it! Stop it! Just stop it, okay?"

Brooke again picked up two glasses and held them up. "Now you ready to tell us where they are?" She asked, holding up the glasses and sending a clear message that they too would end up broken if he didn't comply with them.

"I-I-I slipped them cellphones. That's all I know!" He stuttered.

"And I imagine a responsible business person such as yourself, wouldn't sell hardware without a means by which to track said hardware. Am I right?" Casey demanded while Brooke continued to taunt the barkeeper with the glasses in her hands.

At that he finally relented. "Look! I have a GPS, okay? You'll find them with that" He slammed a small tracker onto his bartop.

Seeing Casey nod his head in her peripheral vision, Brooke walked forward and placed the two glasses on the counter before swiping up the GPS. Tossing the tracker to Casey the two exited the bar, now having what they needed to find Bebop and Rocksteady.