Monk visits the mafia
A/N- This is my first time writing a story. I am an amateur at this so I need your reviews to make sure I'm not doing anything wrong. Even if they're mean reviews I need to know if I am doing something wrong. :)
DisclaimerI do not own the show MONK I do not own any of Monk's characters and I am not making profit from this.
Monk had just cracked a very high profile case. It was in the newspapers and everything. It was a pretty easy case but people still thought he was a miracle worker.
He sat at his dining room table reading an article in the newspaper about what a wonderful job he had done on his last case and how he is quote " the crème de la crème of san Francisco detectives."
'Whatever that means' monk though to himself.
Monk heard the noise of gravel outside of his house; somebody was pulling into his driveway. He looked out the dining room window and saw Natalie's gray sedan pull up. She got out of the car and monk quickly went to the door. She knocked at the door and he answered right away
"Well that was quick," said Natalie
"Yeah, I heard you pulling up, what's the problem?"
"Can I see your phone really quick?"
"Sure. I-I guess," Monk was confused but he led the way into his white clean kitchen.
Monk had arranged his fruit basket so as to hide his bulky black phone. He didn't like when his phone was showing.
He shifted the basket to one side and noticed that his phone wasn't there. He looked at Natalie…back at the phone…back at Natalie …and back at the phone for one last time.
"I've been trying to call you but you weren't answering. I thought something was wrong so I came over here," said Natalie
Monk didn't have a cell phone and he never wanted one. He had a phobia with cell phones, he thought that a cell phone might explode in his hand, plus there was no cell phone service where he lived so it was no use having one anyway.
"Why would somebody want to take my phone?"
"I don't know Mr. Monk but I was trying to call you because Chief stottlemeyer called and he has a case for us. We have to go right now." Monk quickly went to go change and grabbed his coat.
"Let's go."
Chief stottlemeyer was pacing nervously around his office. Monk got there with Natalie by his side.
"What's the matter, chief?" asked monk.
"Well, monk, there was a body found near your house yesterday.
"How near?" monk asked.
"Well you know if you keep going down your street, it's a dead end right?"
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Well past that dead end there is a steep hill, a body was found at the bottom of that hill."
"Oh my God!" said Natalie
"I know," said randy, "its gets even weirder."
"Monk, do you remember that case a while ago with serrentino and the mob family?"
"I remember that, but I wasn't on that case."
"I know you weren't but we ended finding the guy who killed serrentino, and guess who we just found dead."
"But if you put serrentino's murderer in prison how did you find him dead?"
" Well serrentino's murderer (Vittorio) just got released three days ago from prison on a 2 year parole.
"It ended up only being a three day parole, "said Randy
Monk was walking slowly around the crime scene it was dead night but the other detectives led the way with their flashlights. Monk looked around he saw the body lying in front of him. The body was slanted at a 45-degree angle with both hands spread out.
"He didn't die here," monk whispered to himself
"Pardon," said the annoying crime scene investigator holding the flashlight.
"Oh nothing," said monk politely when all he wanted to do was walk around by himself with the flashlight. But the problem was that Monk had a phobia of flashlights too.
"What do you mean he didn't die hear?" Natalie was almost 100 sure that Vittorio died at the crime scene.
"Do you think it was a dump site?" Chief said
"How do you know?"
"Well the wound was on the stomach, right?" said monk satisfied
"Yeah, but--- "
"But nothing,. Well if he had died here wouldn't he have put his hand over his stomach to stop the bleeding or to numb the pain?" Just after monk started saying this something caught his eye.
"Why are there foot steps over here?" he was pointing to the dirt next to the victim. There were six sets in all forming a perfect triangle.
"Oh my god! Mr. Monk you stay right here I'll get the C.S.I." She looked at him one more time to make it clear that he couldn't touch the evidence. He gave her an assuring nod, knowing exactly what she meant.
I hope you guys liked my first chapter and if you want me to continue writing tell me in a review. I already have the whole story plotted out…I just need to know if I should write more. PLEASE REVIEW!