Disclaimer: I don't own Monk
Randy was at the station when the phone rang.
"SFPD," he answered, "What seems to be the situation?"
He paused for a minute.
"When," he asked, "How? Are you sure? No I know you're sure... thank you"
Randy knocked at Leland's office door.
"Sir," he said, "We have a problem"
"I don't like to hear those words," Leland replied.
"I know you don't," Randy said, "Here's the thing... Tommy is dead"
"THE LITTLE BOY MONK JUST ADOPTED," Leland exclaimed.
"Yes. He was murdered," Randy said, "Monk doesn't know yet"
"H-how did it happen?"
"All I know is that Julie was babysitting him. She went to the bathroom. She heard a noise and she came out to see Tommy with a slashed throat. This happened all of 3 minutes ago. She's on her way to the station now."
"Oh GOD this is going to kill Monk," Leland said, "and Julie... I can only imagine how she's going to handle this. The kid died on her watch"
Julie got to the station a few minutes later. Leland came out to personally greet her.
"Julie," he said hugging her, "I am so sorry. I can only imagine how you must be feeling now"
"Right now," Julie said, "all I feel is shock. I don't know how I'm going to feel when it wears off"