Authors Note:

Here are a couple of some-short-some-long-some-ridiculously-long drabbles that just came to me. They aren't in any special order, so enjoy. I guess there will be a few spoilers if you haven't seen the episode…

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Disclaimer: I would love to own Monk, I would actually buy it if was for sale. But seeing as the owner doesn't want to sell it, I'll have to be content with my attempts at fan fiction & my over-active imagination (which tends to end up with me in random series like Neighbours & Monk & iCarly {yes I'm young enough for it}). So to sum up all those unnecessary words, I don't own Monk & probably never will.

Mr Monk & his Biggest fan: rewritten ending:

"So…" Natalie smirked. "How was Marcie?" She turned to Mr Monk, who was in the passenger seat of her car.

Mr Monk groaned, but otherwise didn't respond. Natalie stifled a laugh "Have you thought anymore about hiring her?" Mr Monk groaned again & sunk his head into his hands. "I guess not," she lightly punched his arm, causing him to fall against the passenger door. "But seriously, how was it?"

"Am I really that annoying?" Mr Monk was dead serious.

"No!" Natalie cut in quickly, getting a strange look from Mr Monk.

"Are you sure you're not definite or anything?" The words were dripping with sarcasm, which coming from Mr Monk, was easy to miss.

"Huh?" Natalie obviously didn't catch it.

"That was sarcasm, Natalie." Mr Monk looked over at her.

"Oh, right… We're here." She swung the car into a parking space outside Mr Monk's place & ripped the key from the ignition. "Come on" Natalie bounced out of the car, set in a good mood.

"What are you so happy about?" He jogged to catch up with her.

"I dunno…" Natalie lied. Mr Monk was oblivious to her lie as he unlocked his door & flopped down on his couch. "You alright?" Natalie perched on his coffee table, which was still as askew as Trudy left it.

"How do you handle me?" Mr Monk's voice was muffled through the pillow he held to his face.

"Uh-" Natalie didn't know what to say. "I have no idea …" She trailed off, unsure how she handled him herself.

Mr Monk dropped the pillow from his face as the doorbell rang. He looked at Natalie expectantly for a few minutes as she held her innocent smile. "I'll get that?" It came out more of a question that he intended, but nevertheless he answered the door to come face to face with a box.

"Sign here please." The courier thrust a clipboard in his direction, waiting as Mr Monk fumbled with his napkin wrapped pen. "Uh… Thanks? This is for you." The courier thrust a large box into his arms.

"Wipe! Wipe!" Mr Monk twirled in a circle. Natalie rushed up, grabbing the box & wiping down his hands. Mr Monk shuddered.

"What?" Natalie looked confused.

"It's from Marcie" Mr Monk said, motioning for Natalie to follow him to the dining room table & down the box. "I wonder what's in it."

"One way to find out." Natalie pulled out a pen knife & severed the tape, finding a note inside. She scanned the note "Oh thank god!" Natalie exclaimed a little to enthusiastically.

"What?" Mr Monk leaned over her shoulder, his hot breath giving her neck Goosebumps. "Oh thank god!" he exclaimed after reading the note. "She'll finally leave me alone."

The pair searched through the rest of the contents of the box, Natalie finding Marcie's dolls & chasing him around the house for a 'clue hug'. "Natalie, I know it's you!" he smirked while running away from her.

"But it's Marcie! I need a clueeee hug!" They both laughed & sank down on the couch. "She's finally leaving you alone." Natalie wrapped her arm around Mr Monk & rubbed his shoulder.

"Finally." He pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead.

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Mr Monk Stays in bed: rewritten ending:

"Where the hell's Monk" The captain looked around "Where is he?" He exclaimed. Suddenly a figure emerged from inside the shredded paper behind Natalie, his finger to his lips.

"AHHHHH!" Natalie squealed as she was pulled into the mountain of shreds, before realising it was Mr Monk pulling her. By now, Mr Monk, the Captain and Randy were in hysterics, seeing Natalie trying to disentangle herself from Mr Monk's grip around her middle as well as the paper wrapped around her. She succeeded in escaping Mr Monk's hold, but ended up falling back into the paper, laughing along with the three men.

"Here" Mr Monk looked like a yeti with all the paper tangled around him as he held out his hand for Natalie to take. Gratefully she took it, being pulled up by Mr Monk. "That's what you get for dumping an industrial sized bin of rubbish on me!" He was obviously smirking under all the paper.

"And the criminal, don't forget the criminal." Natalie motioned to the man being handcuffed & manhandled into the police car, making some of the shreds draped over her arm fly into the captain. "Sorry!"

The captain chuckled "It's alright."

As they sat on a crate, removing all the shreds of paper from themselves, Natalie realised what had happened. "You got out of bed." Mr Monk nodded, "took a taxi" he nodded again "In your bathrobe. And jumped into a pile of garbage." Mr Monk smiled. "All to save me?" He nodded. They stood up. "Mitch was right, the good ones play hard." Natalie slipped her arm into his & leant on his shoulder.

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