Detective Mac Taylor had given both Lindsay and Danny the first two days off before setting them on a rotating schedule so that they would have the chance to associate themselves with feeding schedules and the stresses of new parenting. He thought it was amusing that two people in his department that had so much sexual tension built up between them were going to be staying together with a newborn baby in the place. The beautiful part was they couldn't do anything with that tension. That baby would need near 24 hour attention.

Danny carried little Jordan into Stella and Don's apartment and Lindsay turned the lights on and locked the door. "Welcome home, little one." Danny whispered.

Jordan had been quiet the whole ride home, but now she looked ready and alert. Her fists balled up and her mouth opened, letting out the tiniest little scream Danny had ever heard. His head shot up and he looked over at Lindsay.

"Check her diaper, feed her." Lindsay mock coached. She received a dirty look from the man in front of her. "Well, I'm in desperate need of food myself. I'll make us something if you figure out what she needs."

Food brightened Danny's face and he immediately agreed. "Deal."

It took Danny nearly 45 minutes to calm the baby down and when he finally did, she looked up at him with her content blue eyes. She may have had Stella's nose and mouth, but her eyes belonged to her dad. 110 Don Flack's eyes. Danny laughed at himself for noticing that. Geez, maybe I'm gay." He laughed again, this time louder, making Jordan jump. But she remained quiet and content in his arms.

"Hey, Montana! Tell me Flack and Bonasera have a crib!"

She peeked in and nodded. "Yeah, think that's what Chad got 'em. Check the bedroom."

He nodded and wandered off while cooing to the baby. Flicking the light on, he grinned. Yeah, it was from Chad. The geek had set up a mobile on top of the small crib that had everything from puppies and ducks to computer chips and space ships. No doubt Stella had planted a huge wet kiss on the little guy's cheek for that one.

"Hey, Montana! Tell me Flack and Bonasera have a changing table!"

She walked in and half threatened to smack him until she saw that he hadn't quite layed Jordan down. She waited patiently and when the baby was safely in her crib with her hand-knit blanket on top of her small body… WHACK!

"Hey!"

"Ssh! Stop yelling. She was born yesterday, Danny Messer."

He clamped his hand over his mouth and nodded. "I'll remember that."

"Yes. It's called a plastic sheet on the floor." She stomped back off to the kitchen leaving Danny to rub his head.

"Gross." He mumbled. As he played with the mobile above Jordan his thoughts wandered to Stella. She had looked scared. In the nursery, when she had sat down, she was shaking and hesitated before taking the baby. He had never ever seen fear in that woman's eyes. Not even after the incident with Frankie. Yeah, he hurt her and he was sure she was scared. But she was definitely good at hiding it. He silently prayed she be okay as he switched the baby monitor on and tested it.

"Testing… Messer to Monroe."

"Monroe here." She giggled peeking back in. "Yeah, Danny, it works. I tried it while you were picking her up."

"Cool stuff." He smiled and switched the ceiling light off. Leaving a tiny desk lamp on, he slipped out.

The pair sat on the couch eating whatever it was that she had cooked up. He couldn't figure it out, but it was good. Something country he assumed.

"It's called 'chicken and vegetables'." She laughed at his questioning look.

"Doesn't look like chicken." He stared at the drumstick in his hand.

"That's cause it's not breaded, doesn't taste like take-out, and isn't coated in ketchup."

Danny glared at her. "Ketchup is damn good for the heart and kidneys."

"What?" Lindsay looked at him surprised.

"Kidding, Montana… kidding."

They both passed out, Danny clutching the baby monitor volume way up and Lindsay holding the remote and a chicken drumstick.

A few hours passed before soft crying made them both jump. Danny raced into the bedroom and scooped the sweaty baby out of her crib. He gotta a quick whiff of what had awaken her and he passed her over to Lindsay.

Lindsay stared at him than giggled. "Not a diaper person?"

"Not sure how." He admitted.

She smiled mischievously. "Well, you best watch closely, cause I'm not coming back from the lab at 3:30 in the afternoon to change her cause you forgot."

He nodded dutifully. "Yes ma'am."

She laid Jordan down and proceeded to change her into a clean diaper and fresh onesie. "There you are, precious." She whispered as she kissed her on the forehead."

Jordan whimpered softly as her lip curled up and she began to cry again. "Aww baby, are you hungry too?"

"Me." Danny snatched her from Lindsay's arms, making her giggle. He brought her into the kitchen as he prepped the microwave for the pre-made bottle of baby formula, all the while rocking Jordan to calm her down.

He handed the bottle to Lindsay and Lindsay sucked the top slightly. "It's good. Well, not good… but cool. It's actually kinda gross." She stuck her tongue out as she handed it back to a hysterical Danny.

After Jordan had burped her way through most of the bottle, she still cried.

Lindsay picked the phone up and dialed for the lab.

"Taylor."

"Hey, Mac? It's Lindsay. Okay… we changed Jordan, fed her… she's clean and dry. No fever… but she's"

"I hear her…" Mac interrupted. "She's used to her mother's voice."

"Damn." Danny announced. "I should have known that. My cousin's kid went through the same thing." He explained to Lindsay the theory, as Mac remained quiet on the other end.

"Must have me on speaker phone." Mac announced after Danny had finished. "Basically, she wants her mother. I'm sure she much would have rather nursed than been hand fed by the two of you."

"Touché." Danny mumbled. "Well, so long as you think she's okay."

"She's fine." Mac laughed as he hung up.

Lindsay smiled. "So, Uncle Danny… rock her back to sleep." She sprawled out on the couch as Danny proceeded to pace around, humming and rocking Jordan."