Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Monk or any of its characters you know the drill

Just a sad story . . . sorry they can't all be happy though. Um review if you want me to continue.

Not Again

It had been almost two years . . . two years since he and Natalie had married. Even longer had been the distance between him seeing the man who stood in front of him holding a gun in the air aimed his direction. Monk was standing on the front porch of his home that he treasured mostly because of the people who lived there with him. His beautiful wife, whom he had finally realized he couldn't live without and that Trudy wanted him to move on and be happy, and his daughter Julie, whom he had adopted after he and Natalie had gotten engaged. There was one more special person living in that house too, and that was their unborn baby. Natalie was 33 weeks pregnant with a beautiful baby girl and while it hadn't been planned Monk had never been happier. His only regret was not having a child with Trudy when they had discussed it so long ago. However, he thought it had probably been for the best due to her death not terribly long after that discussion. That child would have been without a mother for some time and him for a father. Although he had mellowed since falling in love with Natalie, he had been a wreck right after the bomb that killed his beloved and knew he was no where near qualified at the time to take care of another life when he was too emotional to care for himself.

Bringing himself out of his thoughts, he wondered why this evil man who he knew wanted him dead had been able to find him and been let free. It was astounding to him and his life was flashing before his eyes, seeing all its wonderful and terrible moments as the gunman raised and aimed the barrel of the gun. Adrian winced and closed his eyes knowing a shot was coming, and he heard the shot ring through the night and he heard glass shatter but he felt no pain. He assumed he must be dead but he was afraid to open his eyes fearing what picture might lie in front of him. He still had some fears and one was seeing himself dead; oddly so but also a justified fear. He reached up and felt his face just as the familiar voice of the Captain questioned the action. At the familiar tone Monk opened his eyes to see he was still standing there and his attempted murderer was on the ground in handcuffs. He had been tackled to the ground just as he fired the gun saving Monk's life. Monk began questioning the Captain about how he had gotten there so quickly and so on as he watched the man be put in the back of a patrol car and finally taken away. After all the cops had left Adrian walked back inside slightly shaken but trying not to appear so to keep Natalie from panicking. He expected that since it was past ten o'clock by now both girls would be in bed so he put away his coat in the hall closet and started up the steps when he caught a glance of the baby blue night gown he had seen Natalie wearing that evening in a heap on the living room floor. Panicking slightly he jumped down from the three or so stairs he had climbed and rushed around the corner for a better view and if nothing else to ease his mind that all was right and okay.

Unfortunately the scene that greeted Monk as he entered the room was not comforting. Natalie was lying in a heap on the ground, in a puddle of blood. He rushed to her side grabbing the phone off the side table and tried to wake her from her unconscious state while simultaneously dialing emergency services. He gently rolled her body onto its back and felt for a pulse on the wrist. Her arm was cold and though he felt an extremely faint pulse he knew that the situation was critical. He was losing it all over again like he had with Trudy, but he tried to think rationally. How long had it been since she was shot, he wondered, twenty minutes or so he gathered. He questioned why he hadn't come inside sooner to check on her and why the bullet hadn't just hit him instead of going astray and possibly killing the other woman he had grown to love. Why him? He thought. Questioned rang in his ears one million miles per hour before the operator picked up on the other end of the phone. Monk could barely get out the information and plea for help before going hysterical and turning his attention to his dying wife and unborn child. He wasn't as worried about the baby as he was about Natalie, knowing he would blame himself forever however if anything happened to either one. He put pressure on the bullet wound to stop the bleeding, but its location in the lower right chest was making it difficult and seeing and feeling Natalie grow colder as precious seconds ticked by was almost more than Monk could handle. . .

-Okay so if you couldn't already tell this is probably going to be a tragedy and I don't even know if it is any good. I realize that it is slightly unrealistic with the marriage thing but hey its my imagination and I need a name for the villain if anyone has ideas . . . if you want me to continue that is. Please review and give criticism I can handle it and im open to suggestions.-