Disclaimer: No Own, No Profit, No Sue.

A/N: So ever since I heard CI was moving to USA I've been thinking that Goren and Monk need to meet. These are two awesome characters portrayed by two wonderful actors, so here is my idea as to how and why their two worlds might get thrown together. In my personal G/E timeline Madison is four at the time of this story (please take a look at my first story Beginnings if you don't know who that is). And for other Monk fans, please be kind to my Mr. Monk, I'm finding him very hard to write. Reviews are much appreciated.

Chapter 1

Mr. Monk followed Natalie and her thirteen-year old, Julie, into the tenth floor hotel room. Natalie and Julie were saddled with a couple suitcases in their hands and another few overnight bags slung over their shoulders. Monk walked into the room first, not weighted down by any suitcases and received glares from both blondes following him.

"Why couldn't we have stayed on the ninth floor again?" Julie asked as she dropped the bags to the floor.

"Because it's not an even number," Natalie replied, gritting her frustration through her teeth.

"Oh."

Monk surveyed the room with palms raised in front of him and occasionally touched a crooked object with his index finger.

"See, Mr. Monk. The room looks fine," Natalie said as she watched her boss.

"They always look fine," he muttered.

"Mom, while Mr. Monk is at the conference can we go down to Times Square?" Julie asked.

"Sure."

Startled, Monk turned toward his travel mates and began to pace.

"I'm sorry, Julie, but you'll have to go some other time," Monk said.

"But—"

"Mr. Monk, there's no need for me to go to the conference with you," Natalie said

"Natalie," he sighed with condescension.

"The captain will be there."

Monk turned to look out the window and frowned.

Natalie turned toward Julie. "Why don't you take our bags down to our room?"

Julie nodded as her mother passed her the key card. Natalie watched her pick up two bags from the heap and closed the door behind her.

"You're going to do fine, Mr. Monk," Natalie said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I don't do well with speeches."

"It's not really a speech, though…it's more like a seminar. The crowd will ask you questions; interact…so see you won't be the only one talking."

"I don't do well with interactions."

Natalie sighed. "I'm gonna go help Julie unpack. We'll be back when it's time to go to the luncheon."

Monk nodded and Julie headed out the door.

Her brow furrowed as she came to her hotel room and pushed her fingertips against the slightly open door.

"Julie?" she called, but stopped when she saw the bags and clothes tossed to the floor. "Oh God."

Natalie ran back into the hallway and called her child's name as she headed back toward the elevators.

Monk heard her as she passed his room and chased after her.

"Natalie? Natalie, what is it?" he asked as he finally caught up with her.

"Julie…she's gone," Natalie sobbed as she hugged herself.

"Call the captain. I'll go take a look at the room."

A crowd of people had gathered in hall as Monk made his way back to the room.

He paced the room slowly and traced his eyes over the fallen bags, the bed, the TV, and the dresser.

The dresser. His eyes stopped and noticed a middle draw opened barely a centimeter.

"Monk, what the hell is going on?" Captain Stotelmyer's voice came from the doorway.

"That draw," Monk said glancing back at the captain and Natalie.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and pulled open the draw. Inside laid a lone envelope with the names Adrian and Natalie written in feminine script on the outside.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Eames could feel his eyes on her as she began to stir from a warm sleep. She nudged closer and rested her head on his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the bare skin.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

Goren sighed. "About an hour."

"Is Madison up?"

"I…um…I haven't heard her."

She reached up and pressed her lips to his; gently parting them as she slung a pajama clad leg over his torso and shifted her weight onto him.

He ran his hands up her back to sit up with her and traced his lips along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone.

"I'm hungry, Daddy!" a little voiced called along with a small tapping on the other side of their bedroom door.

Eames chuckled while Goren groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder.

"Okay, baby. We'll be there in a minute," Goren called back.

"Okay."

"At least she knocks," Eames smirked.

Goren slid his fingers down her arm, while she leaned in for another kiss. The sound of crashing glass filtered down the hall and forced them to part.

"I'll go," she said hopping off the bed. "You get yourself …composed."

He smirked as he watched her rush out the room.

Eames found Madison hovering over broken glass as she studied it like a puzzle; she liked puzzles.

"Morning, Momma."

"Be careful, Maddie," she said as she knelt beside her daughter and began to pick up the pieces of glass. "What were doing?"

"I was trying to get my juice."

"Of course you were…next time wait for me or daddy, please."

"Okay."

"Thank you," Eames said and then kissed Madison's head.

She tossed the glass in the trash a then pulled out a new one as Goren came down the hall in a worn T-shirt and sweats. Eames loved the warm, rumpled look he had on lazy mornings.

"Morning, daddy," Madison as she trotted toward him.

He caught her in his hands and she slung an arm over his shoulder as he kissed her chestnut curls.

"Hey, baby."

"What are we doing today?"

"I don't know. Let's eat breakfast and we'll figure it out," he said and placed her on a chair at the kitchen island. "What do you want to eat?"

Goren stepped to the opposite side of the island next to Eames and studied his thinking daughter.

"Pancakes," she finally said.

"I can do that."

Eames sat next to Madison and they watched him pull items from cabinets and the fridge, then sat them down on his side of the island.

Goren mixed eggs and batter as he said, "Tomorrow I was thinking I would go work with Lewis for a while on that Impala he's restoring."

"You're really smitten with that Impala aren't you?"

"It's a beautiful car."

"That sounds fine. My sister wanted me and Mad to go shopping with her anyway."

"Shopping?"

Eames shrugged.

Goren nodded. "Then tomorrow night I made reservations at Salvatore's at seven."

"Reservations? Who you trying to impress?"

Goren smiled and poured the batter into small mounds onto a griddle.

"Alright, Maddie, what do you want to do today? We could go to the park…or the zoo…"

One of the two cell phones in the center of the granite counter started to buzz against the hard surface.

"It's yours," Eames said.

Goren sighed.

"Goren," he answered. "For a kidnapping? Sir, this is the first two days we've had off in months…" he listened more intently as his face morphed from annoyance to interest. "O-okay…we'll be there."

"Bobby?" Eames whined more than asked as he hung up the phone.

"You have to work?" Madison asked.

"Yeah I'm sorry, baby we do."

"Why can't Deakins call in Logan and Barek?" Eames asked.

"Ah…apparently he isn't the one calling us in."