RING RING! RING RING! Danny Messer was rudely awakened from his peaceful slumber by the sound of his phone going off on the nightstand. Looking at the sleeping form of his wife, Lindsay, beside him he peeked over her to look at the clock. 3:27. "This had better be important" he mumbled as he reached over to pick up the phone. "Messer." Danny mumbled into the phone.

"Hey Danno. It's Flack. Mac needs you at a crime scene in Queens. ASAP."

"Why?" Danny asks.

"Well Hawkes is on a case in Brooklyn and Adam is home sick with pneumonia." Flack told him.

"Does Mac need Lindsay too?"

"Naw, just you." Flack told him.

"Ok. Gimme the address. I'll be there as soon as I can." Danny listened as Flack told him the address. He tried to get out of bed as quietly as possible, but Lindsay's maternal instincts caught him.

"Danny? What's going on?" She asked sleepily.

"Shh, babe. Go back to bed. Mac needs me on a job in Queens. I'll be back when I can." Danny told her.

"Does he need me too?"

"Nope, just me. Go back to bed. I'll see you later." Danny leaned down and kissed his wife. "I love you."

"I love you too, Danny. Be careful."

"Always." Danny said as he got off the bed and went to the closet to get some clothes. He grabbed his badge that was on the dresser, his piece that was sitting in the drawer next to his side of the bed, and then walked out of his bedroom. He walked a little ways down the hall to check on Lucy. She was sleeping peacefully with her teddy bear. He walked in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I love you, bambina." He pushed a stray strand of hair away from her face before walking out. He stopped by the front closet to grab his coat and kit. Then grabbing his keys from the coat rack next to the door he walked out of the apartment to the parking garage to get the department issued Avalanche. On his way to the scene, he stopped to get a cup of coffee and something to eat. Driving towards the scene, Danny started thinking about what kind of scene it would be. Flack didn't give him much info because he had something that he needed to deal with, but from the address, it was a higher class neighborhood. From the tiny bit of info that he got from Flack, he knew that the victim was a Jane Doe. After 15 minutes of driving, he arrived at the scene. Parking the Avalanche just across the street, he walked over to the officer that was in charge of the perimeter.

"Detective Danny Messer. New York Crime Lab. Scene processing. 0421." he told the officer. After the officer wrote that in the crime scene log, he let Danny pass under the crime scene tape and into the scene. Seeing Mac, he walked over. "Hey Mac. What we got?"

"Hey Danny. Single, Caucasian female. Dead about 2 days. The officer outside found her after responding to a call that one of the neighbors made about a funny smell coming from this apartment. From what I can see, blunt force trauma was C.O.D. Not sure of the murder weapon though. Haven't found anything yet." Mac told him.

"So what still needs to be done." Danny asked him.

"Well, I have this part of the room done. Why don't you get started on the bed? Photos, samples, you know the drill." Mac told him.

"Got it." Danny set down his kit and got out his camera. He started at the bed, taking pictures of everything. Starting with a wide shot of the whole side of the room, then worked his way inwards. Danny found a few hairs and fibers. He took pictures of them before collecting. When he was taking pictures of the bed and surrounding area, he started to wonder what happened. There were no signs of a struggle on the bed. Which was odd for the blunt force that was used. The woman, he figured, was in her early to mid-30s. No wedding ring or even a trace of a ring. Her purse didn't give any answers either. No I.D. No credit cards. No cash. There wasn't really much of anything. A wad of tissue, bus fair, pen, and make up. Nothing out of the ordinary. There was just nothing in there with her name on it. Whoever killed her either didn't want her found or she never carried anything on her. But all women have wallets. Hers was missing. There was, however, a picture in one of her purse pockets. It was of a woman and a young girl. The girl was probably 4 or 5. The woman in this picture had to have been the victim. They looked very happy. The girl had her arms around the woman's neck and was giving her a huge squeeze. Danny flipped it over and read the note on the back. It read, "To Mommy. Happy Mother's Day. Love, Dacey." The date was 2001. So the victim had a daughter. The daughter had to be 13 or 14 now. Seeing as she was around 4 or 5 in the picture. This put her birthday in 1996 or 97. Danny wanted to find this little girl. There was something about those turquoise eyes that seemed familiar. Dacey. That was a different name. But it seemed to suit her.

"Danny. Are you almost done?" Mac's voice snapped Danny back to reality.

"Hmm? Yeah, almost." Danny answered back. Mac walked over to where Danny was standing with the picture in his hand.

"Cute little girl."

"Yeah. I want to find her. Something about her."

"Well let's figure out who her mother is. Then go from there. Let's get back to work." Mac told him.

Danny got back to work finishing fingerprints. As he dusted off different surfaces he kept going back to the little girl. Well, she's not so little anymore. She would be a young woman. A teenager without a mother. Once Danny had finished the scene, he loaded up his kit and took the evidence he had found out to the Avalanche. It was around 9am by the time he got back to the lab. He parked the Avalanche and went up to the 32nd floor of the municipal building in which the lab was located. He got out of the elevator and went straight to the office that he and Lindsay shared. He sat down and took the picture out of his pocket and stared at it for a while. Lindsay had seen him get off the elevator. She waved at him when she thought he was looking but when he didn't wave back she realized that he didn't see her. She could tell by the look on his face that something was on his mind. Lindsay finished looking at the sample of powder that she had under the microscope then went into their office. Danny was so focused on the picture that he didn't even notice her come in or come over to him until she put her arms around her neck.

"What you looking at?" she whispered in his ear.

"This picture. It's of the vic and I'm assuming her daughter. I found it at the scene and I can't get the girl out of my mind. There is something really familiar about her. I don't know what it is and it's driving me nuts." Danny told her. He handed her the picture and Lindsay studied it for a minute before turning it over. "Dacey. Pretty." she commented.

Grabbing Danny by hand, she led him out of the office and down the hall.

"Linds, babe, what are you doing?" Danny followed his wife obediently into the computer lab where she stopped in front of one of the computers. "Have you gone down to see Sid yet?" Lindsay asked him.

"No. But what does that have to do with any of this?" Danny asked completely confused.

"Well, Sid did her autopsy as soon as she was brought in. Something about the way Mac said it was important. He called up about 15 minutes ago telling Mac that he found that was shot in the back of the head after being beaten within inches of her life. He had her prints sent up here." Lindsay told him.

"Did anything pop up on her?" Danny asked expectantly.

"No." Danny sighed in disappointment.

"But we didn't run her profile because you can barely make out her face. Even after Sid cleaned her up. So when you showed me this picture, I got an idea. If we run this picture through the aging program then through facial recognition, we might get a hit." Danny watched her as she put the picture into the scanner. As the picture appeared on the computer's screen, Lindsay got to work aging the picture about 10 years. After that was done she put the picture into the facial recognition program. Then it was time to wait. Lindsay went to back to work on the case that she was working on before while Danny waited expectantly for the program to bring something up. After about 10 minutes, the search brought up nothing. Danny was disappointed. Lindsay came back. "Nothing?" she asked.

"Nothing." he murmured.

"Well that was only the city. Let's expand the search to the state. Then we'll go from there." Lindsay told him. After she did the proper adjustments, she left and went to finish some paperwork while waiting for the program to finish running. An impatient Danny was still in front of the computer watching the program, pacing. Lindsay was in their office watching him pace. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Will you stop?" she scolded him as she walked into the lab. "You're going to weaken the floor. Just sit down and do something to keep you mind off of it."

Danny walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just want to find her."

"I know, Danny. And we will but in order to be able to do that, we need to be patient. You pacing isn't going to make the program go any faster."

"But Lindsay, it's been 20 minutes. How much longer?" As if the gods heard his request, the program beeped. Danny nearly knocked over the computer as he ran toward the screen wanting to know what the results were.

"Ok, chill, turbo. The results aren't going anywhere." Lindsay told him. An old I.D. picture of the victim came up. "Ok, so apparently your vic is Jessica Mae Whitfield from Brushton, NY. She was 32. And lived in Queens. Here's her last registered address." Danny wrote down the address. He grabbed Lindsay in a big hug and gave her a huge kiss.

"Babe, you are amazing. I love you." Danny exclaimed. He ran out of the lab and into their office to grab his coat. Just as he was about to go to the elevator, Lindsay spied that he had left his phone next to the keyboard.

"Danny!" Lindsay yelled down the hall.

"Yeah?" he turned toward her.

"Forgetting something?" she asked as she held up his phone. Seeing what she had, he came down the hall towards her.

"What in the world would I do without you?" he asked as he took his phone from her.

"Honestly, I have no idea. But I still love you." She kissed him and he walked away.