See part one for disclaimer.
Part Four
Danny was passing through the lobby at the crime lab later in the day when Lindsay burst through the front doors. He saw tears in her eyes and he instinctively knew they were tears of guilt. The expression on her face clearly showed self-recrimination and Danny had spent too much time watching her not to know that look. She caught sight of him and her tears fell faster.
"What's wrong, Montana?" he cried, rushing across the lobby towards her.
"I'm sorry, Danny. I'm so sorry," she sobbed into his chest as he held her.
"For what?" he asked.
She couldn't get anything through her sobs except a vague 'Don said'.
Flack walked through the doors, with a somber look on his face. Danny came to the logical conclusion when Lindsay looked up, saw Flack and ran towards the elevators.
"What did you do?" he yelled at Flack.
"I just told her the truth," Flack said, sounding uncharacteristically cold.
"What did you say?" Danny screamed.
By this time the entire lobby was looking and Flack was getting angry.
"All I did was tell her that what she's doing is wrong. She's leading you on and forcing you to lead other people on. You don't need that and neither does Tasha!"
"I'll decide what I need, alright, Flack? Don't stick your nose in my business. And since when is it 'Tasha'?"
Flack looked really angry by now. Both men were red in the face and standing toe to toe shouting at each other.
"Since yesterday! When she got sick of how you were treating her and I ran into her at a bar. I've liked her since you started dating her, okay! And I haven't like how you treated her from the beginning. Monroe shouldn't have made you get a girlfriend, so that she can call you at all hours without feeling guilty! It ain't right and she's the one that forced it to happen."
Danny was an inch away from slugging Flack right in the jaw.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that. You hear me? It's none of your business. If you like Natasha, then you go out with her. Don't go blaming Montana for my mistakes. I screwed up, not her. So just shut up!"
Flack was about to yell back when another voice echoed through the lobby.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Mac Taylor stormed towards the two detectives with a look that did not bode well for either of them.
"Both of you get out of my lab. Personal problems don't belong here. Danny, I expect you back tomorrow morning in a state to work professionally, not throw temper tantrums. Flack, I'm calling your supervisor and he'll deal with you.
"This is a crime lab, not kindergarten. I won't tolerate this kind of behaviour. Now, get out."
Danny and Flack left the lab silently. Danny headed to the subway and Flack headed to his police car. Neither said a word to the other. Danny knew they'd probably get over this, but for now, he was too pissed off at Flack to care. All he cared about was knowing exactly what Flack had said to Montana and how he, Danny, could fix it.
