"Hey Danny." The voice echoed against the lockers.

"Yeah Montana." Danny yelled back, scrubbing shampoo through his hair.

"Missing persons got three possible hits on my Jane Doe. Mac wants me to check them out. I thought you might want to come with me. See if anything looks or sounds familiar."

"Sure. I could handle getting out of here." Danny rinsed out his hair and turned off the shower. "Getting nowhere is starting to really depress me."

Danny wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the locker room.

"Oh." Lindsay blushed. "I'll be waiting. Outside."

Danny nodded, laughing to himself. If he didn't know better, he'd think she'd never seen a guy naked. But he did know better. He'd overheard Lindsay, Stella and the new girl from Trace talking about some hot model whose picture was all over downtown. The guy was dressed in nothing but his underwear and apparently the consensus was that he was 'totally hot'. Much to his surprise, Lindsey popped off some comment that she was dating a guy that was even hotter. Even Danny's ears had been burning to hear her comments about his prowess between the sheets. He didn't think Montana was that kind of girl. She seemed so innocent.

Danny quickly dressed, hooking his badge and gun back on his waist. He grabbed his jacket, pulling it on as he walked down the hall. Lindsay was waiting in the lab, a folder on the table in front of her.

"Feeling better?"

Danny shrugged. "I need sleep and food for that. But I feel human."

"I can't do anything about the sleep, but I'll treat you to lunch."

"I'm not saying no." Danny followed her to the garage.

Lindsay held out the keys.

"So that's it." Danny teased. "You didn't want to drive."

"New York drivers are crazy. There's like two sets of rules. The official ones and the ones folks follow but no one talks about. And they change every two blocks."

"We aren't known for patience." Danny slid behind the wheel. "Between that and the price of gas, a guy is stupid not to take mass trans."

Two hours later, they were sitting in a corner deli with hot roast beef sandwiches, coffee and no leads.

"So what happens now?" Lindsay broke the silence.

"You mean with the case?"

Lindsay nodded.

"It becomes another file on Mac's desk." Danny said glumly. "Along with a rape, two murders and a non-custodial kidnapping of a pair of six year old twin girls. If we're lucky, this freak is done with whatever he's doing and in four or five years we'll get lucky and find out he's been dead for two years."

"This job--" Lindsay was stopped by the ringing of her phone. "Monroe." She listened for a moment.

"What's up, Montana?"

"We have another lead."