Mr. Monk and the Chat Room: Part 2

Is meeting Greg a dream come true?

Sharona sat on her couch and dialled the number she had received over the Internet. She had her legs curled up with a blanket tossed over them. Monk sat next to her. He was nervous for her. This guy could be a serial killer. Monk thought. Sharona must be desperate. He added to his thoughts.

"Hello?" Sharona said. "Is this LabRat?"

"Yeah, who is this?" Greg said over the phone. He was working with in his DNA lab with the telephone propped up on his shoulder.

"BlondeGirl. Sharona. You know, you met me on the Internet yesterday." Sharona replied.

"Yeah, I remember. So, where are you?" Greg asked. It seemed like a silly question, but was totally legitimate.

"San Francisco. You?" Sharona said. She hoped that he was somewhere close.

"Las Vegas." Greg said. He propped his hands up behind his head.

"We are fairly close." Sharona commented.

"But, not close enough." Greg said.

The two talked for a long time, until Monk nagged Sharona to get off the phone. Sharona set the phone into the receiver and laid back on the couch.

"He seems so perfect." Sharona said. She sighed a lovesick sigh.

Monk frowned. "But, you haven't even met him."

"But, when you went to get a drink of water, I arranged with him a time to meet. I'm going to meet him in a week at Barstow, California. See, we are meeting halfway between here and there." Sharona explained.

Monk choked on the water he was drinking when Sharona said that. "No." Monk gagged as he was choking. He coughed out some water. No. Sharona was going off to meet a man. Monk was instantly jealous. "I'm going, right?"

"No." Sharona retorted.

***** One week later

Sharona fluffed her hair in the mirror. She looked at her reflection. Perfect, she thought. Monk was pouting at his own house. Sharona was glad that he did not have to go with her. It relieved her of her duties for the day.

She got into her car and drove off. She listened to music the whole way there to pass the time. When she arrived she found the designated restaurant they were to meet at and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, a bushy hair young man walked into the restaurant. He was wearing the red jacket he said he would be wearing. Sharona took one good look at him and covered her eyes.

He trotted over to Sharona. "Hey, babe." He said in a suave voice. He swung his slender body into the booth. "Sharona, I'm Greg. We talked on the phone for about 4 hours. You remember me, right?" Greg was worried; Sharona looked sick.

"Yes, I really do remember you." Sharona said. She had to make the best of this. She, hopefully, never had to see this man again.

"Great." Greg said. He tapped his hands on the table in a rhythmic motion. He didn't know how to get the conversation started.

Sharona's eyes brightened up. "You are a musician? You play drums, do you?" She said. She would love to have a musician as a boyfriend.

"No, I'm a Forensic Scientist who works in the DNA laboratory." Greg said like it was no big deal.

"A what?" Sharona said. She thought she heard it as Forest Servicer who works in a CND laboratory.

"A Forensic Scientist who works in the DNA laboratory." Greg repeated for her. This conversation was going nowhere fast.

"Oh." Sharona said. She was slouched down into the booth, depressed. She had a long drive home and wasn't looking forward to it. She wished Monk were with her.

*****

2 hours later, the two parted on good terms. Greg had finally come up with a conversation they could both enjoy. Sharona drove home. She pulled up to Monk's apartment.

"Adrian, are you still up?" Sharona called out. She had let herself in with the key Monk had given her.

"Yes." Monk called distressedly from his bedroom. Sharona followed the voice. "I suppose I have to attend the wedding." Monk said.

"No. I didn't like him. He was too boring. All he talked about was DNA and stuff. Boring!" Sharona said.

Meanwhile, Greg was in the lab. Sara walked in. She asked him how his date went. "She was pretty and all that good stuff, but I think she just wasn't the type for me." Greg said. He had failed again.

Sara slipped her arms around Greg and kissed him on the forehead. "Don't feel bad. You'll find the right one. She might just be right in front of your eyes, though." Sara implied. Greg turned around and looked at her. His eyes grew wide when he realised what she had said. _____________________________________

Note: Agh, people. You wrote such nice reviews that I was forced to write a second part to the story. LOL. Thanks for motivating me.