AN Well I hope you guys like this as much as you liked the first bit...lol :)

Danny called Ken to ask where most of the residence of that apartment building had been put since the fire. He looked down at the address for the hotel and walked into the lobby.

"Hello I'm looking for a Lauren Blake, she's one of the residents of that apartment fire?" Danny asked the front desk clerk.

"Yeah she's up on the second floor, you her boyfriend?"

Danny turned to see at the man addressing him, he looked like the type who gave greasy a bad name. "I just need to return something to her and you are?"

"Pete, her neighbor, why don't you just give me whatever it is and I'll return it." He extended his hand.

Danny didn't like this guy at all, so he chose to ignore hi before he hurt him, "Do you have a room number?" He asked the clerk.

"217 and I don't like to be ignored." Pete grabbed Danny's shoulder and spun him around.

"And I don't like working off the clock." Danny said coolly moving his jacket aside to reveal his badge, "but I'm willing to make an exception just for you."

Pete immediately backed off with both hands in the air, "Sorry officer, I was just playin' anyway Lauren ain't here."

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes, "That's all I wanted to know." He looked back at the clerk, "Can you just give her this note for me?" He pulled out a notebook that he usually took crime scene notes on and jotted something down before handing it to the girl.

"Sure." She nodded with a slight blush.

"Thanks." He smiled at her then cast a weary eye at Pete, "We're not going to have any more problems are we?"

"Nope." Pete said with a shake of his head and a few steps back.

"Good." Danny nodded then with a wink at the clerk he left the lobby.

Lauren got back from her meeting an hour later, "Umm Miss. Blake?"

She looked at the young girl, "Yes?"

"Umm, a guy came by and told me to give you this note," the girl blushed, "I think he was a cop and uh, he was pretty hot."

Lauren grinned, "No kidding, thanks Claire."

"You're welcome."

Lauren got into the elevator before she opened the card. She was laughing hysterically by the time she got to her floor.

The card read: Hey PJ girl. I have your bear. I'm treating him well but I think he misses you. Call me and we'll discuss his return. DM

Danny had his phone to his ear and a large smile on his face when he came into work the next day.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Aiden asked.

"Listen to this," he laughed and pushed a couple of buttons to replay the message on his voice mail.

PJ girl huh? Well fine then sweater boy it's on. I want my Snuggles back and I mean the bear. Call me with your ransom demands. Oh and thanks for whatever you said to scare Pete, cause it worked.

Aiden chuckled, "That's the girl from the fire?"

Danny nodded, "Yeah I went to her hotel after work yesterday to return the bear, but she wasn't there."

"Wait, back up. How in the world did you get her teddy bear and how old is she?" Aiden grinned, "You starting to rob cradles now?"

Danny rolled his eyes, "I don't need to rob any cradles thank you very much. I have no idea why she had the bear. It was a fire; maybe she was carrying it for sentimental reasons."

"Well, either way she seems to have your sense of humor which frightens me."

"Aw admit it Aid, you want me." He put an arm around her with a smirk.

She shoved his arm away and scoffed, "Not in this lifetime Messer. What I want is for you to help me with this 419 in Manhatten."

When they arrived at the scene Flack gave them all that he knew about the body. He talked to Danny while he worked the perimeter. "So did you talk to the hottie?"

Danny looked up from where he was bagging some evidence, "Still haven't seen her yet, she wasn't home. So how hot was she?"

"You mean you don't know?" Flack was incredulous.

Danny shrugged, "She was covered in soot and in her pajamas shivering in the cold. It didn't occur to me to check out her ass or anything."

"But…" Flack prompted.

Danny laughed, "I swear to you all I know is her feet were pedicured cause she was wearing flip flops."

"You've lost your touch Messer." Flack said with a laugh.

"I haven't lost anything I just don't make a point of picking up women at scenes. Now answer my question."

"I don't have a clue how hot she is. Metcalfe is the one who saw her, not me."

"Hmm, interesting."