Author's notes: Thanks for everyone who is reading and reviewing, keep it up because it makes me feel so good! Hopefully with the next five days off I'll get lots written, so keep an eye out for updates. Again, any mistakes I've made are because of my own ignorance of the Catholic Church or Child Protective Services.

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Continuing to rock the infant with one arm, he flipped his phone open. His first call was to dispatch to let them know what the situation and the second call was to Child Protective Services. Both calls placed, Flack continued to sway with the now quiet baby. From the looks of it the baby was at least a couple of weeks old. It was definitely not a newborn so the idea that a mother had given birth here and dumped the baby was a moot point. Possibly the mother growing tired of the strain of taking care of a young child had left it here. Of course with the Safe Haven Laws, the mother should have taken the baby to a hospital or somewhere safe to drop it off, as long as it was young enough. Older children weren't covered under that law. The idea of dropping a child off in a church was more of a movie stereotype. Flack's thoughts were interrupted by a slight hiccup as the infant in his arms settled down more. Slightly unfocused blue eyes stared at him and Flack found himself now talking to the child.

"So baby, come here often?" The detective said jokingly. No response of course from the bundle in his arms. "Yeah that line doesn't work very well for me regardless of what age the girls are. I'm assuming you're a girl, with that pink sleeper thingy on. If you're a boy we are going to need to do some serious talking to your mom. Only guy I know that wears pink is my friend Danny and I'm always giving him sh…, I mean cr…, a hard time about it."

By this time Flack was now walking up and down the aisles in addition to swaying the baby. She had finally found her fist and it was now in her mouth as she gummed at it lightly. "Hungry? Sorry I don't have anything for you sweetie. Once someone gets here they can take you and get some supper. Although it's late enough it would be more of a midnight snack. Does that sound yummy?"

Footsteps rang in the entry way and two uniformed officers came into the sanctuary. The one seeing Flack made his way towards him, "Detective Flack?"

"I'm not the Pope." Flack looked at the name plates on the uniforms. "Officer Blake, have you got an ETA on the ambulance?"

"Busy night in this area, there was a multiple car accident that has had things backed up a bit. They thought they would still be 20 minutes out for a non-emergency response." The officer looked around the church. "No one else was around?"

"No, I was alone in here, heard something and investigated it and found the baby. No sign of anyone else in the building. Do me a favor, go over to the rectory next door and get the priest up. I want to know if any of his parishioners might have an infant."

He looked down at the little girl in his arms and saw that she was still awake, watching him with that rapt attention the very young possess. "Hey princess, someone will be coming for you real soon." He shifted the child to his other arm and looked at the young uniformed cop looking at him. "What?!" Haven't you ever talked to a baby before? Besides don't you have a scene to secure?"

"Other than that baby, there doesn't seem to be anything to indicate that a crime has taken place." The uniformed officer looked around. "No one to take a statement from and there doesn't seem to be much point. Some unfit mom drops her kid here and takes off. The case worker will get the kid. End of story."

Feeling anger building within him Flack was glad that an older African-American woman walked into the church. "Did I hear my name being used in vain?"

The younger man turned around, "Oh, hello DeEtta. Glad you got here so quick. Detective Flack," He stressed the word detective like it was a bad thing; "this is DeEtta Whitman. She is one of the case workers from this area."

"Nice to meet you Detective Flack." She reached out and put her hand onto the blanket wrapped child, "Well what do we have here? Hello little lamb." Reaching under Flack's arm she moved the child into her own arms. "Come and see DeEtta darling. Yes, that's a good little girl."

For the first time in over 45 minutes Flack had the use of both arms, although the comforting weight that had been the child left an empty feeling in his arms. Flexing his arm he watched the case worker interact with the baby. "What's the plan for her?"

"I'll take her to the hospital for a check up, make sure someone hasn't hurt her and then she'll go to a foster home in the morning. Hopefully you fellows will be able to help me find her mama or poppa." The case worker looked up at the tall detective. "I'm surprised that they called out a detective for this case. We tend to see that abandoned children are usually not that big of a concern downtown."

"I'm the one that found her." He couldn't take his eyes off of the now sleeping child. "I guess I feel like she needs me to help her."

Smiling gently the older woman caught his eyes, "Maybe she does Detective Flack, maybe she does."

Flack turned to the uniformed officer and spoke sharply to him, "I want you to make sure no one goes walking around by that pew, I'm going to get the crime scene guys out here and see if they can find us any information that will help get this little girl back to someone who loves her."

DeEtta wrapped the blanket around the baby and looked at the two men, "I'm going to run her over to Mercy Hospital using my car. I'll have her there before EMT gets here. Goodnight and I hope to be talking to you soon Detective Flack."

After the case worker had left the sanctuary, Flack turned to the officer. "See what's taking your partner so long. I've got a few phone calls to make."

It was no surprise that the voice that picked up the crime lab phone was that of Mac Taylor, Flack mused. That man never seemed to leave, always needing to solve one more case. He was a man driven by his own inner demons; the need to make the difference in this city. Flack could understand; in his family being blue, a part of the force, was a family tradition.

"Flack? Aren't you off duty for the evening?" Mac's voice brought Don back, "I expected you to be closing down Joe's with the rest of them."

"Not tonight. Hey Mac, I need someone to come out and run a scene for me." Flack quickly laid out the situation. "Can you spare someone?"

Mac had listened closely to Flack's story. He could hear the unspoken emotion in the detective's voice. The problem was this was a rather low priority case. Most often any evidence found at the scene was collected by the officers responding, not the CSI's. Anytime you took a personal interest in a case you were asking for trouble. You would pour yourself into it and so often you wouldn't find the satisfaction in the way it would end. Mac had seen this time and time again. Hell, it had even happened to him on more than one occasion. "Flack, I'm sorry. I don't have the budget to send someone out and collect on a case that probably won't go anywhere." Even to him it sounded cruel and heartless.

"Yeah, I understand." The tone of Flack's voice indicated that it was anything but. His jaw tightened as he bit back the response he wanted to make. "Later."

Flack turned back towards the pew where the child had laid and muttered to himself. "Don't worry, I'll find your mom."