1Detective Don Flack was looking at the massive shopping mall, shuddering at the thought of even having to enter the huge building. Sighing one last time, he pushed open the door and got swept up into the Christmas rush of shoppers. Cursing himself for waiting so long to buy Christmas gifts for friends and family, he looked around hoping to find something quickly and be out of there.

But what caught his eye wasn't a necklace for Stella or a tie for Mac, no it was a little girl sitting by herself under a rack of clothing. Don quickly scanned the surrounding area for a parent or someone the little girl belonged to. Seeing no one he fought his way against the oncoming flow of shoppers and cam to a stop in front of the young girl.

Flack stopped right in front of the young child and stooped down to her eye level. She raised her head and Flack stopped short at the color of her eyes, they were identical to the crystal blue of his own eyes. The child looked Flack up and down before starting to speak.

"My mommy telled me not to talk to strangers." the young girl pouted, sticking her lip out for emphasis.

Flack chuckled before answering her, "That's very good for you to listen to your mommy, sweetie. What's your name? Do you know where your mommy or daddy are?"

The young girl looked up once again, her eyes stopping at the waist of Flack, focusing on his NYPD badge. Her face scrunched up and she quietly asked, "Are you a policeman? My name's Natalie Underwood. And...and I can't find my mommy." The young girl starting sniffling and tears began running down her face.

Flack gently took his thumb and wiped the tears off of Natalie's face before speaking again, "Yes, I'm a policeman. Do you want to see my badge Natalie?" The young girl smiled and nodded slightly before reaching out with a small hand to grasp the piece of metal from Don's palm.

She turned it over in her hand and looked up at him with questioning eyes, "My daddy's a policeman. 'Cept I don't know him. Mommy said that he doesn't know 'bout me either. She tells me stories though. Do you know my daddy?"

Flack smiled once more at the child before answering, "Sweetie, there are lots of daddies who are policemen. I don't know them all. But how about we try and find your mommy now though, okay."

Natalie nodded and stood up placing her left hand in Flack's right, while still holding tight to his badge in her other hand. Flack looked down at the young girl and asked her another question, "Natalie, what is your mommy's name? And do you know her phone number?"

"Leslie. My mommy's name is Leslie and her phone number is 212-555-0121. Can you find my mommy for me?"

Natalie tugged on Flack's hand causing him to come back to the present. The minute Natalie had said her mom's name was Leslie, his mind shut down. Leslie Underwood was the name of a girl Flack had dated almost 4 years ago. Flack thought that Leslie was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he had even bought a ring for her. Until one day he found a letter in his mailbox saying goodbye. He was devastated, he tried calling her, writing, emailing, anything to get in touch.

Another letter came a week later saying that she had left New York to move back to her hometown of Miami. She had asked him to stop trying to contact her and that she had to take care of something. She went on to tell him that none of this was his fault and that she had to figure things out before she was ready for a serious relationship.

Flack looked down at Natalie and fought a laugh as she tugged his hand again and said, "Mr. Policeman, we got to find my mommy." Don nodded and pulled out his cell phone punching in the numbers Natalie had told him earlier. While the phone was ringing he quietly asked Natalie a question, "Natalie, sweetie. How old are you?"

Natalie proudly answered, "Three. How old are you, Mr. Policeman?" Don laughed, but was quickly silenced when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Hello." was the voice of a frantic sounding woman on the phone.

"Hi, is this Leslie Underwood?"

"Yes, who is asking? I really need to go. I'm in a bit of a situation."

"Wait. This is Detective Don Flack and I have your daughter with me. Is there a place I can meet you to reunite you two?"

"Fla..Flack? You have Natalie? Please tell me she's okay."

"She's fine. Where do you want me to meet you? I'm assuming you are at the security station."

"Yes, I was just filing a report. Can you bring her down here? Thank you so much."

"Yea. I'll see you there."

"Thank you. Bye."

"See you soon."

Flack hung up the phone and turned to the little girl standing paitently beside him, still holding his hand. She meet his gaze, blue eyes locked onto blue eyes, and asked a silent question. Flack nodded his head and said, "C'mon Nat. Let's go see mommy."