1Author's Notes: The idea just came to me, and since I don't have anything else to do in my spare time (well, actually...), I decided to go ahead and write this. It's nothing serious, but it all came at once, so I just started writing and voila, story. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: Um, yeah, like I own any of this. Dick Wolf owns everything, blah, blah, blah.

Up All Night

It was a normal day at the One Police Plaza. Detective Mike Logan was at his desk typing his usual one word per minute when his partner, Carolyn Barek, came up beside him.

"Logan, there was something left for you on the steps downstairs."

He didn't bother looking up. "Did they call the bomb squad to check it?"

Barek lifted an eyebrow. "Scorned exes, eh?

Mike rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. Why didn't you bring it up? Now, I have to walk down eleven flights of steps," he complained.

"Well, first of all, I don't know what it is. Second, it belongs to you so you should check it out. And third, they have invented a thing called the elevator."

Logan groaned and stretched his arms in the air. He wasn't really that upset; he'd been wanting a break from paperwork. He sauntered over to the elevator and stepped in. He pushed the necessary buttons and leaned against the railing, watching the numbers go down. Maybe someone brought him some food, or better yet, beer. His elderly neighbor, Mrs. Bocelli, was always making him some sort of cookies or cakes; she always kept him fed. The sound of the ding told him he was on the bottom floor so when the doors opened, he stepped out. He pushed the front doors open and saw a light blue basket sitting on the third step with a note attached. He picked up the note and read it. "This belongs to Mike Logan of the One Police Plaza" were scribbled in big, black letters. He looked around to see if anyone was waiting to talk to him. When nobody came forward, he grabbed it and took it inside.

He was getting rather excited. He brought it upstairs and sat it down on his desk. He rubbed his hands together with anticipation. "I'm sure it's something from a grateful, satisfied girlfriend," he boasted.

"I'm sure," Barek said dryly.

He unraveled the blanket and his eyes about bulged out of his head. A look of shock fell across his face. He just stared at the contents with an occasional blink.

Barek's curiosity was getting the best of her. "Well, what is it?"

Mike's expression didn't change. He remained silent.

Barek lost patience and peered into the basket. Her mouth dropped open. She too had the same shocked expression as Mike. She reached in the basket and pulled out a tiny, baby dressed in pink. She looked a bit alarmed as she scanned the room and the strangers.

"What...is that?" Mike exclaimed.

"It's a baby, you dope," Carolyn told him, "and what a cutie."

"Well, it ain't mine!" Logan shouted, incensed.

"Quiet, you'll scare her," Carolyn scolded. "Think back nine months or so. Do you remember a time when this could have happened?"

Logan painfully tried to remember. There wasn't just one time, there were many. Was there a time he didn't use protection? Drank too much beer? Didn't even pay attention to what the woman looked like? All the above. One slip-up and this is what I get.

"How did this happen?" Mike queried, more to himself than to anyone else.

"If you don't know by now..." Barek expressed with concern.

"Of course I know how it happened, I just don't know who!" Logan snapped

"Good luck with that. She'll be graduating by the time you figure that out,"

Barek commented as she gathered her purse. "I'm going to grab a bite to eat for lunch."

Logan was about to throw back an equally smart remark when Deakins called him into his office. He snatched up the basket and walked inside.

Deakins shut the door behind him. "I see you've been left a bundle of joy."

"It's a bundle of something, all right." Mike snorted. "I don't even know if it's mine."

Deakins took a look at the baby. "For now, she is. You need to find a way to take care of her and do your job," Deakins expressed with concern. "Criminals don't take maternity leave."

"I know, I know." Logan let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temple. What am I going to do?"

Thanks for reading.

The second chapter will be posted Wednesday. It's small, so everything's already been typed up and is ready to go.