Title: Mr. Monk and the Chat Room
Author: Amara Tenoh (TofuDog)
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing the characters for a while.
Summary: Monk meets Gil Grissom in a chat room and it seems to good to be true. Also, at the same time, Greg and Sharona meet up in a different chat room.
Sharona sat Monk down at a computer at the Library. "Adrian, here is a computer." She logged him in to a chat room. "What name do you want?"
"My name is Adrian Monk." Monk said. He started to wipe the key board down with a moist nap.
"You cannot use your real name. Somebody will stalk you." Sharona said. She thought for a second. "Here, use this name." She typed something into the computer. Monk stared at it. DetectiveOCD. "This is a crime chat room, so you can learn about the newest tools of the trade." Sharona pressed enter. "Now, you are on your way." Monk finished cleaning the keyboard. He looked at the screen and started to type.
DetectiveOCD: Hi.
BugMan: Hello. How are you?
DetectiveOCD: Fine. And you?
BugMan: So, so. Do you work for a police department?
DetectiveOCD: I used to. I'm a private consultant now.
BugMan: I work at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department as a criminalist.
DetectiveOCD: Oh. Do you like your job?
BugMan: Yeah. It's great. I have some super co-workers. They make the job fun.
DetectiveOCD: Do you ever have any tough cases?
BugMan: Yeah, once in a while.
DetectiveOCD: Hold on.
BugMan: Okay.
Monk turned toward Sharona who was sitting next to him. He read her screen. LabRat: Yea, I work at the LVMPD.
BlondeGirl: My friend is a private consultant with the San Francisco PD.
Monk interrupted Sharona. "The person I'm talking to works at the LVMPD, also. Maybe they know each other."
"Maybe. Let me ask him." Sharona replied.
BlondeGirl: What's your name?
LabRat: Greg. You?
Monk tapped Sharona on the shoulder. "Don't tell. He'll stalk you." Sharona rolled her eyes.
BlondeGirl: Sharona
LabRat: That is a pretty name.
Monk turned back to his screen and started to type, making sure he spelled each word correctly.
DetectiveOCD: Do you know a Greg who works at the LVMPD?
BugMan: Yes, I do. Why?
DetectiveOCD: He is on the other computer with my friend. What a coincidence!
BugMan: Yes. Hang on for a second.
Grissom got up from his computer and went into the lab. He looked over Greg's shoulder. "BlondeGirl?" He questioned. "LabRat?" Grissom pulled Greg off the computer.
"Hold on there, buddy. She could be my future wife. Let me get her phone number." Greg pleaded. Grissom tolerated him and let him finish his conversation.
LabRat: Somebody ratted me out. Pardon the pun. I have to do. Care to give me your phone number. I'll call you later.
BlondeGirl: Why sure!
LabRat: Okay. Great.
Monk tugged on Sharona. "No. He'll stalk you." He insisted. Sharona blew him off. BlondeGirl: My phone number is (895) 555-6844. Yours?
LabRat: (345) 555-3726. Okay? I gotta go, sweet pie. Kiss kiss.
BlondeGirl: Bye.
Sharona shut off her computer and turned toward Monk's computer where he was typing wildly.
DetectiveOCD: What is your name?
BugMan: Gil Grissom. Yours?
Monk hesitated. He didn't know what to do. Sharona bent over him and started typing.
DetectiveOCD: Adrian Monk.
BugMan: Okay, I've heard of you.
DetectiveOCD: Really?
BugMan: Yeah, yeah.
DetectiveOCD: That's nice.
Grissom heard his phone vibrating on his desk. He picked it up. He listen to Brass on the other end and closed it.
BugMan: Monk, it was nice meeting you, but I have a scene I have to go to.
LabRat: Hi all!
BugMan: Greg! Get off!
LabRat: Oops! I was logging on to CODIS. I guess I got mixed up, sorry, Griss.
BugMan: Yeah. Mmm. Anyway, Monk. I have to go. Bye.
DetectiveOCD: Bye.
Sharona logged Monk off the computer and they left the library. Sharona held in her hand the phone number to Greg. She couldn't wait to get home to dial it.
Author: Amara Tenoh (TofuDog)
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing the characters for a while.
Summary: Monk meets Gil Grissom in a chat room and it seems to good to be true. Also, at the same time, Greg and Sharona meet up in a different chat room.
Sharona sat Monk down at a computer at the Library. "Adrian, here is a computer." She logged him in to a chat room. "What name do you want?"
"My name is Adrian Monk." Monk said. He started to wipe the key board down with a moist nap.
"You cannot use your real name. Somebody will stalk you." Sharona said. She thought for a second. "Here, use this name." She typed something into the computer. Monk stared at it. DetectiveOCD. "This is a crime chat room, so you can learn about the newest tools of the trade." Sharona pressed enter. "Now, you are on your way." Monk finished cleaning the keyboard. He looked at the screen and started to type.
DetectiveOCD: Hi.
BugMan: Hello. How are you?
DetectiveOCD: Fine. And you?
BugMan: So, so. Do you work for a police department?
DetectiveOCD: I used to. I'm a private consultant now.
BugMan: I work at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department as a criminalist.
DetectiveOCD: Oh. Do you like your job?
BugMan: Yeah. It's great. I have some super co-workers. They make the job fun.
DetectiveOCD: Do you ever have any tough cases?
BugMan: Yeah, once in a while.
DetectiveOCD: Hold on.
BugMan: Okay.
Monk turned toward Sharona who was sitting next to him. He read her screen. LabRat: Yea, I work at the LVMPD.
BlondeGirl: My friend is a private consultant with the San Francisco PD.
Monk interrupted Sharona. "The person I'm talking to works at the LVMPD, also. Maybe they know each other."
"Maybe. Let me ask him." Sharona replied.
BlondeGirl: What's your name?
LabRat: Greg. You?
Monk tapped Sharona on the shoulder. "Don't tell. He'll stalk you." Sharona rolled her eyes.
BlondeGirl: Sharona
LabRat: That is a pretty name.
Monk turned back to his screen and started to type, making sure he spelled each word correctly.
DetectiveOCD: Do you know a Greg who works at the LVMPD?
BugMan: Yes, I do. Why?
DetectiveOCD: He is on the other computer with my friend. What a coincidence!
BugMan: Yes. Hang on for a second.
Grissom got up from his computer and went into the lab. He looked over Greg's shoulder. "BlondeGirl?" He questioned. "LabRat?" Grissom pulled Greg off the computer.
"Hold on there, buddy. She could be my future wife. Let me get her phone number." Greg pleaded. Grissom tolerated him and let him finish his conversation.
LabRat: Somebody ratted me out. Pardon the pun. I have to do. Care to give me your phone number. I'll call you later.
BlondeGirl: Why sure!
LabRat: Okay. Great.
Monk tugged on Sharona. "No. He'll stalk you." He insisted. Sharona blew him off. BlondeGirl: My phone number is (895) 555-6844. Yours?
LabRat: (345) 555-3726. Okay? I gotta go, sweet pie. Kiss kiss.
BlondeGirl: Bye.
Sharona shut off her computer and turned toward Monk's computer where he was typing wildly.
DetectiveOCD: What is your name?
BugMan: Gil Grissom. Yours?
Monk hesitated. He didn't know what to do. Sharona bent over him and started typing.
DetectiveOCD: Adrian Monk.
BugMan: Okay, I've heard of you.
DetectiveOCD: Really?
BugMan: Yeah, yeah.
DetectiveOCD: That's nice.
Grissom heard his phone vibrating on his desk. He picked it up. He listen to Brass on the other end and closed it.
BugMan: Monk, it was nice meeting you, but I have a scene I have to go to.
LabRat: Hi all!
BugMan: Greg! Get off!
LabRat: Oops! I was logging on to CODIS. I guess I got mixed up, sorry, Griss.
BugMan: Yeah. Mmm. Anyway, Monk. I have to go. Bye.
DetectiveOCD: Bye.
Sharona logged Monk off the computer and they left the library. Sharona held in her hand the phone number to Greg. She couldn't wait to get home to dial it.