See part one for disclaimer.

Part Two

Danny and Natasha were sitting in his apartment watching a movie when his cell rang. He glanced at the screen and saw it said Montana.

"I gotta take this," he said, standing up and leaving the room.

When he returned, the television was off and Natasha was standing by the door.

"What's going on?" he asked her.

"I can't do this anymore, Danny."

He was shocked. She was breaking up with him. He was not expecting that. He'd tried to be a good boyfriend, even if he did want to be with Montana. He'd paid attention to Natasha, unless Montana called, and he didn't always do that with his girlfriends.

"Why?"

Natasha threw up her hands in frustration.

"You don't even know. For God's sake, Danny, I'm not going to let you use me anymore."

That surprised him. He hadn't been using her. He treated her like a real girlfriend, not some toy.

"I'm not using you," he protested.

She put her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look.

"I'm not stupid, Danny. I know you're in love with her. I'm just a substitute."

"In love? What are you talking about?"

"The girl you're always talking to on the phone. I know you're not talking to Flack or Mac. I can tell when you're lying. Besides, Flack and Mac wouldn't call in the middle of the night just to talk."

He was so shocked she knew that he couldn't even pretend to be innocent.

"How did you know?"

"I told you, I'm not stupid. You're in love with her, but for some reason you're using me as a replacement. I don't want to be used, even if you are a good boyfriend. I don't have time to waste like this. I'm twenty-eight. I want to settle down. I need someone who wants me for me."

Danny sank down on the couch. She was right, of course. He wasn't using her for sex, but he was using her all the same.

"I'm sorry," he said honestly. "I didn't mean to use you. I didn't want to hurt you."

Natasha smiled slightly. "I know, Danny. You're a good guy. You're just in love with someone else. Look, I don't want to make a scene, so I'm just going to grab my stuff and go."

He nodded and dropped his head into his hands.

When she got back with a bag of her things, he was still sitting there.

"Danny, don't be too hard on yourself," she said. "That girl obviously loves you too, if she's calling so often. She'll come around."

She walked to the front door and opened it. Standing in the doorway, she turned back to him.

"And don't feel bad about me. I'll be alright. Just don't call, okay? I don't think I'll be able to say no twice."

With that she was gone. Danny sighed and kept his head in his hands. His cell rang and for the first time, he hoped it wasn't Montana.

"Messer," he answered, trying not to sound as awful as he felt.

It was Mac. There was a double homicide and he was needed.

"Yeah, I'll be right there."