Leading On Tasha
Rating: PG (if even)
Pairings: Danny/Lindsay (of course), Danny/OC, Flack/OC (same one)
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own this. I also invented microwave popcorn and sliced bread. (/sarcasm)
Summary: Why you calling me so late? Girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by two things. The first and more obvious is Hinder's song "Lips of an Angel". The second and more influential (because it led me to the song) is LadeeBear's fic Lips of an Angel. I listened to the song over and over and this story just came to me.
It's going to be about five or six parts (four of which are written at this time). There will most definitely be the possibility of related one shots, since I deliberately left some scenes out. This is a Danny centric fic, so those left out scenes are ones where Danny is not present. Lots of reviews will certainly inspire me to write those missing scenes.
Part One
Danny opened his eyes and blinked slowly. He rolled over and looked at his clock. The red lights read 3:00.
Who could be calling at this hour? I'm not even on call.
He picked up his cell and snuck out of the room, so he wouldn't wake Natasha. As he shut the door, he looked at the blond in his bed, seeing that she was sleeping just as deeply as ever.
"Messer," he said into his phone.
"Danny."
One word and he knew who it was.
"Montana, what's wrong?"
There was a pause on the phone and Danny tried to hear if Natasha had woken up.
"I couldn't sleep. I keep having the dream."
Danny nodded, even though she couldn't see.
"Are you alright?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you."
Danny smiled. "You know you can always talk to me, Montana."
"I know."
There was another pause and he waited for her to say something. He'd learned the hard was not to push her.
"Is she there?"
Danny cringed. He didn't like talking about Natasha to Montana. He didn't want any girlfriend except Montana. But she'd turned him down. He'd been content to stay single and wait, but Montana had bugged him about getting a girlfriend for so long that he had eventually given in. That explained Natasha in his bed and Montana on the phone at three in the morning. He'd always held true to his promise to bee there for her.
"Yeah, she's here. I'm in the living room."
"Do you think she knows I call you?"
"No. I don't think so."
Danny made a concerted effort not to talk to Natasha about Montana. He usually said it was Flack or Mac on the phone if Natasha was awake when Montana called. He doubted his girlfriend knew who really called him so often, and he was almost certain she didn't know about the nighttime calls.
"Was the dream really bad?" he asked.
He heard her sigh over the phone. That meant she didn't really want to talk about it.
"No," she answered. "It just unsettled me a bit. I just wanted to hear your voice."
"I like hearing your voice too, Montana. Do you want me to come over?"
Sometimes he went over when the dreams were so bad that she couldn't sleep.
"No. Don't leave Natasha. I'm fine."
"It's okay, Montana. If you need me, I'll tell her that a friend needs me. Don't worry about her. Do you need me?"
"I'll be alright, Danny. I just needed to talk to you. I'll let you sleep now."
"Are you sure? Can you sleep?"
There was a pause and Danny knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep.
"Could you just stay on the line until I fall asleep?"
"Sure," he said. "You just lie down and I'll stay until you're sleeping."
He heard rustling and when it stopped all he could hear was Montana's gentle breathing.
"I'm here, Montana. You're safe. You can sleep," he whispered reassuringly.
He sat in silence until he heard her breathing deepen into the familiar rhythm of her sleep. It crossed his mind that her sleeping should not be such a familiar sound when he'd never even slept near her. He'd just listened to her sleep over the phone.
"Sweet dreams, Montana," he murmured.
As he hung up, he thought he heard her mumble his name in her sleep. A familiar pang in his chest, which always went along with ending calls with her, made him lean back on the couch and sigh.
He dropped his cell on the coffee table and rested his head in his hands. Every time he talked to her, he wanted her more. He wanted to be there for her in person, not over the phone.
A noise to his left made him look up and he saw Natasha standing in the doorway.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, just couldn't sleep," he lied.
He got up and walked over to her, squeezing past her into his bedroom. He was so intent on making himself look natural that he didn't see Natasha's disbelieving look. Or her all too knowing glance at the phone.