I didn't create the genius show that is Monk. Nor its
characters. But I do own all other characters. So ha.
Mr. Monk Meets His Match
Chapter 1
by Zzilly14
The first thing he noticed about her was her black-framed glasses. They sat crooked on the bridge of her nose, just asking him to correct them. He hesitated when he noticed she had mud on her clothes.
Earlier that day, Adrian Monk and Sharona Fleming were asked to come to the scene of an apparent suicide. A 36-year-old white male named Fred Bradley had hung himself. A note was left by the tree where Fred had been hanging, pointing to a lack of foul play. But Mr. Monk had other ideas.
"Captain, I don't think he killed himself."
"And why's that?" he replied in an annoyed tone.
"How did he do it? He's only five foot three, too short to reach the branch. And there's nothing around he stood on, is there?"
The captain cleared his throat. "No, but we thought he just climbed the tree, tied the rope around his neck, and jumped off."
Monk inspected the tree carefully, staring at the trunk before glancing up at the branch. "I don't think so. It rained yesterday, so there would've been mud prints on the tree if someone climbed it. And look at the shoe prints in the mud. They're too big to be the victim's. Somebody else was here."
"Okay guys," Stottlemeyer yelled. "This is a crime scene now. Find out about this guy – his family, his friends, his coworkers, anything."
This led to where the defective detective was now – the house of the victim's younger sister Rachel. Monk just kept staring at all the mud on her clothes, not saying a word.
"Sorry about him," Sharona said. "He doesn't like mud."
Rachel giggled. "Oh, this isn't mud! It's paint. I've been working on my dining room." She sighed as she moved some stray strands of dark hair away from her face. "I'm guessing you're here about Freddy. The police already came by, so..."
"But we're not the police," Monk finally spoke. "My name's Adrian Monk." Surprisingly, he held out his hand to her. She looked it at briefly before taking it.
"I've heard about you. I thought you didn't like shaking hands."
"I don't. Sharona? Wipe please?"
The nurse grabbed the pack from her purse and pulled out a wipe. Monk snatched it and cleaned his hands off quickly.
"Sharona Fleming. His assistant," she said as she shook Rachel's hand.
"Please, come in," she offered.
The paint-covered woman led them to the living room. Monk and Sharona sat on the olive green couch while Rachel took a seat in her recliner.
"What do you need to know?"
Monk cleared his throat. "Your brother lived with you, right?"
"Yeah. It was only temporary though. His wife kicked him out and he had nowhere to stay. So, I let him stay with me until he got his own place."
"How long did he live here?"
"About three months," she replied as she took off her glasses and cleaned the lenses with a cloth.
"Do you know of anyone who'd want your brother killed?"
She shook her head. "No way. Everyone loved him. I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt him – he's the sweetest guy on earth."
"What about his wife?"
"Betty? I think she's on vacation this week. And as much as she despised him, she'd never kill him."
Monk cleared his throat. "May I ask why they separated?"
Rachel sighed as she put her glasses back on. "She cheated on him. With a woman, no less. And she had the nerve to kick him out. I mean, seriously!"
"That's... disturbing," he noted.
"Which part?"
He pointed to the wall behind her. "The picture. It's crooked. How do you live with that?"
Sharona glared at her boss, but Rachel started to laugh hysterically.
"Mr. Monk, you sure notice a lot! Do you want me to fix it for you?"
"Yes, thank you. I appreciate it."
She smiled before getting out of the chair and adjusting the family photo that hung on the wall. Afterwards she stared at it sadly, not saying a word.
"Are you okay?" Sharona wondered with concern.
Rachel turned, revealing tears in her eyes. "Yeah, I'll be okay. It's just, there were five of us in my family. My parents, Freddy, me, and our older sis Kate. But now, it's just me." She started to sob uncontrollably.
Sharona stood and hugged the upset woman. "I'm sorry. It must be hard. But you'll get through this."
Monk thought for a moment. "Miss Bradley?"
"Yes?" She wiped some of her tears.
"What happened to the rest of your family?"
She swallowed with difficulty. "Mom and Dad died in a car crash five years ago. Thanks to a stupid drunk driver," she spat bitterly.
"And your sister?"
"Disappeared. No one's heard from her in months. It makes me wonder what's going happen to me."
"Nothing's gonna happen to you, Rachel," Sharona assured. "Adrian will make sure of it."
"Excuse me?" he asked nervously.
"We need to make sure she's safe. And she shouldn't be alone at a time like this."
"I'm not moving in with her. I can't live with people."
Sharona chuckled. "No, Adrian. You should spend time with her when she goes out in public."
Rachel spoke softly. "I'd like that. It'd make me feel better."
"Well... I don't know..."
"Adrian..." his assistant prodded in an annoyed voice.
He nodded as he stared at the floor. "Okay... I'll do it." He looked up at Rachel and saw that she was smiling at him. What was he getting himself into?
Chapter 1
by Zzilly14
The first thing he noticed about her was her black-framed glasses. They sat crooked on the bridge of her nose, just asking him to correct them. He hesitated when he noticed she had mud on her clothes.
Earlier that day, Adrian Monk and Sharona Fleming were asked to come to the scene of an apparent suicide. A 36-year-old white male named Fred Bradley had hung himself. A note was left by the tree where Fred had been hanging, pointing to a lack of foul play. But Mr. Monk had other ideas.
"Captain, I don't think he killed himself."
"And why's that?" he replied in an annoyed tone.
"How did he do it? He's only five foot three, too short to reach the branch. And there's nothing around he stood on, is there?"
The captain cleared his throat. "No, but we thought he just climbed the tree, tied the rope around his neck, and jumped off."
Monk inspected the tree carefully, staring at the trunk before glancing up at the branch. "I don't think so. It rained yesterday, so there would've been mud prints on the tree if someone climbed it. And look at the shoe prints in the mud. They're too big to be the victim's. Somebody else was here."
"Okay guys," Stottlemeyer yelled. "This is a crime scene now. Find out about this guy – his family, his friends, his coworkers, anything."
This led to where the defective detective was now – the house of the victim's younger sister Rachel. Monk just kept staring at all the mud on her clothes, not saying a word.
"Sorry about him," Sharona said. "He doesn't like mud."
Rachel giggled. "Oh, this isn't mud! It's paint. I've been working on my dining room." She sighed as she moved some stray strands of dark hair away from her face. "I'm guessing you're here about Freddy. The police already came by, so..."
"But we're not the police," Monk finally spoke. "My name's Adrian Monk." Surprisingly, he held out his hand to her. She looked it at briefly before taking it.
"I've heard about you. I thought you didn't like shaking hands."
"I don't. Sharona? Wipe please?"
The nurse grabbed the pack from her purse and pulled out a wipe. Monk snatched it and cleaned his hands off quickly.
"Sharona Fleming. His assistant," she said as she shook Rachel's hand.
"Please, come in," she offered.
The paint-covered woman led them to the living room. Monk and Sharona sat on the olive green couch while Rachel took a seat in her recliner.
"What do you need to know?"
Monk cleared his throat. "Your brother lived with you, right?"
"Yeah. It was only temporary though. His wife kicked him out and he had nowhere to stay. So, I let him stay with me until he got his own place."
"How long did he live here?"
"About three months," she replied as she took off her glasses and cleaned the lenses with a cloth.
"Do you know of anyone who'd want your brother killed?"
She shook her head. "No way. Everyone loved him. I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt him – he's the sweetest guy on earth."
"What about his wife?"
"Betty? I think she's on vacation this week. And as much as she despised him, she'd never kill him."
Monk cleared his throat. "May I ask why they separated?"
Rachel sighed as she put her glasses back on. "She cheated on him. With a woman, no less. And she had the nerve to kick him out. I mean, seriously!"
"That's... disturbing," he noted.
"Which part?"
He pointed to the wall behind her. "The picture. It's crooked. How do you live with that?"
Sharona glared at her boss, but Rachel started to laugh hysterically.
"Mr. Monk, you sure notice a lot! Do you want me to fix it for you?"
"Yes, thank you. I appreciate it."
She smiled before getting out of the chair and adjusting the family photo that hung on the wall. Afterwards she stared at it sadly, not saying a word.
"Are you okay?" Sharona wondered with concern.
Rachel turned, revealing tears in her eyes. "Yeah, I'll be okay. It's just, there were five of us in my family. My parents, Freddy, me, and our older sis Kate. But now, it's just me." She started to sob uncontrollably.
Sharona stood and hugged the upset woman. "I'm sorry. It must be hard. But you'll get through this."
Monk thought for a moment. "Miss Bradley?"
"Yes?" She wiped some of her tears.
"What happened to the rest of your family?"
She swallowed with difficulty. "Mom and Dad died in a car crash five years ago. Thanks to a stupid drunk driver," she spat bitterly.
"And your sister?"
"Disappeared. No one's heard from her in months. It makes me wonder what's going happen to me."
"Nothing's gonna happen to you, Rachel," Sharona assured. "Adrian will make sure of it."
"Excuse me?" he asked nervously.
"We need to make sure she's safe. And she shouldn't be alone at a time like this."
"I'm not moving in with her. I can't live with people."
Sharona chuckled. "No, Adrian. You should spend time with her when she goes out in public."
Rachel spoke softly. "I'd like that. It'd make me feel better."
"Well... I don't know..."
"Adrian..." his assistant prodded in an annoyed voice.
He nodded as he stared at the floor. "Okay... I'll do it." He looked up at Rachel and saw that she was smiling at him. What was he getting himself into?