AN Okay so I like writing dialogue, so sue me, I had fun writing this bit so I hope you have fun reading it...I have more an idea of where it's going so enjoy:)

Lauren yawned as she walked into her office; she didn't really like Mondays, in fact she hated them. She loved her job; she ran a day care in one of the many downtown office buildings, she just hated Mondays.

Keesha, her associate, came in with a smile, "I think I may have something to brighten your day."

"It's Monday Keesha, nothing brightens my day till the first of the kids come in, you know that."

"Well I have to say the officer that showed up with this," Keesha fanned herself with a white envelope and winked, "sure made my day."

Lauren grabbed for it, "Dirty blond hair, insane blue eyes and a smile that could melt you before he even speaks?"

"You know this guy? How come you haven't told me about him?" Keesha jumped out of the way.

"I don't actually know the guy, he's just," Lauren tried to fake left but ended up colliding with her desk chair and fell over laughing.

"Wait, wait, wait! Is this the guy from the fire?" Keesha braced herself on the other side of the desk read to run if need be.

Lauren nodded, "You ever thought of playing basketball woman? Damn!"

Handing her the envelope Keesha laughed, "I used to play with my three brothers, two on two. So is it?"

Holding up a hand Lauren ripped into the envelope and let the two items fall on her desk. "How did he know where to find me?" She muttered to herself then looked at the items. One was a Polaroid and the other was another note. She picked up the picture and laughed, on it was her bear holding a copy of that day's paper. He appeared to be leaning against a microscope of some sort. Handing it to Keesha she read the note out loud:

PJ girl, as you can see I can find you anywhere. So the ransom is as follows, meet me at the precinct at 4:30 and the bear stays intact. If you aren't there I might just have to remove one of his buttons. SB

Keesha looked at the picture then at her friend, "SB?"

"Sweater boy," Lauren laughed. "His real name is Danny something."

"Something huh? You didn't get his last name?"

"The only reason I got his first name was cause one of the fire fighters called him that. I think he knows more about me then I know about him. Okay if he wants to make this interesting, wanna do me a favor?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Danny and Aiden were driving back from a scene when his cell rang, "Messer." He answered without even checking to see if he knew the number.

"So that's your last name huh?"

"That depends." He had an idea who this was but he felt like playing along.

"On what?"

"If you know my first name."

"Danny," She said with a chuckle, "Or I could just keep calling you sweater boy."

He laughed, "That's too long, Danny will do."

"Well I wear more than PJ's you know."

"Actually I don't, I've only ever seen you in that." He countered as he pulled in front of the lab.

"Under the wrong circumstances too." She flirted.

He chuckled, "Well then Miss. Blake, I don't know if it's wise to flirt with someone you hardly know."

"You're a police officer; I'll take the bold approach and assume I can trust you and you can all me Lauren."

"Crime scene investigator actually Lauren and you can only trust me if I get my ransom."

"That's why I called actually."

"Is it?"

"I'm afraid I can't make the deadline."

"Well, then I'm afraid Snuggles is going to lose a button."

Aiden was getting more and more intrigued by this conversation so she didn't say anything just followed Danny into the lab and listened quietly while he talked.

"My associate is willing to meet you in my place."

"That sort of defeats the purpose, PJ girl."

"Unfortunately I have a meeting I can't get out of."

"You ended a sentence with a preposition, what kind of thing are you teaching those kids anyway." He liked this banter between them; it was a lot of fun.

Stella came into the lab and looked at Aiden, "Who is he talking to?"

"Some mystery girl," Aiden shrugged, "About proper grammar apparently."

Stella got the sample she was looking for and turned to leave, "And here I thought he was a player."

"He's all talk." Aiden confirmed with a laugh.

Danny waved them both away indicating he'd heard them yet still heard Lauren. "I run a day care Danny, all I teach them is how to take a nap and possibly eat a snack."

"Yeah sure you do, you're corrupting our next generation aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You can corrupt me if you make it to the precinct." He tried with a grin.

"Ah, ah, ah, patience sweater boy." She chided, "I actually do have a meeting, so Keesha is all I can promise."

"Well," He sighed, "Then Keesha is going to get herself a button."

"All right if that's the way you're going to be, just don't let his stuffing come out."

"The stuffing will stay in, scouts honor."

"Why can't I picture you as a boy scout?"

"You can picture me however you want, just as long as I can meet you some day."

"You never know," She clicked her tongue, "you never know." She hung up before he could say good bye.

"Okay what was that about?" Aiden asked.

Danny wasn't even paying attention, "Think she can up the ante does she? Well then she doesn't know with whom she's dealing." He hit a number he had on speed dial and waited.

"I swear to God Danny…" Aiden started.

He held up his hand as the person answered, "Flack? I need you to do a favor for me man."