See part one for disclaimer.
Part Three
Danny was leaving the precinct after interrogating a suspect when he heard his name being called. Turning, he saw Flack walking down the hall towards him.
"Hey, Flack. What's up?"
"I'm heading out to lunch. You hungry?"
Danny nodded and they headed over to their favourite hotdog stand. Once they had their hotdogs, they leaned against the side of the precinct and ate in silence for several minutes.
"So," Flack said. "I ran into Natasha last night at Flanagan's. Heard you two broke up."
Danny sighed. "She dumped me."
"Yeah, she told me."
"I guess she told you why, then?"
Flack nodded. "You're in love with Monroe. Only she didn't know it was her."
Danny nodded, but otherwise stayed quiet.
"She's not mad at you, Danny. Don't feel too bad. She knows you didn't mean it."
He shrugged. "Maybe not, but I still did it."
"Don't beat yourself up about it, Dano," Flack said, patting Danny on the shoulder. "Just don't go to Flanagan's any time soon."
"Why?"
"Natasha said she'd be hanging around there. She doesn't like sitting at home, you know."
"Yeah," Danny said. "Alright, I'll steer clear."
"So, you okay, man?" Flack asked.
Danny nodded. "I'll be alright. Forget about it."
"If you say so, Danny."
Flack finished off his hotdog and brushed the crumbs off his tie.
"Back to work, then. See you later, Dan."
Danny waved as his friend re-entered the precinct. He would not have let him go so easily if he'd know that Flack was thinking it was about time to talk to a certain Montana native.