Legs
by Disherona
There was something about her. Whether she was annoying him, or intriguing him, she was always uppermost in his mind. He always noticed her. He was aware of her; of what shey was saying or doing. He noticed who she was talking to, or when she was talking about him. He was captivated by everything about her. Her hair, her eyes her smile. He noticed the way she walked, talked, stood and dressed.
He often found himself staring at her. Not intentionally, but she was usually loud, brassy, brusque and very noticeable. It seemed everything she said and did was meant to draw attention to herself, and he wondered if that was intentional.
She was wearing a miniskirt, high heeled boots and dark pantyhose, and Randy, naturally, considered himself a leg man. He was supposed to be taking notes, but his eye was drawn by her anxiously tapping toe, which was encased in a boot, which was attached to long lovely legs. Her arms were crossed, and she was monitoring her employer and friend, Adrian Monk, from afar as he worked his observational magic.
If needed, Sharona was ready to step in and calm, focus and the direct the older man with soothing touches, a listening ear or a well administered dose of tough love. She stared the morning standing near her boss as he worked, but as he was more focused on the evidence, he was more in his element and forgot that his nurse and assistant was there. And so, as time passed, Randy had found that Sharona had removed herself from the busiest part of the crime scene and let the various law enforcement officers do their job. While Monk was engrossed in his minutia of evidence on the crime scene, the Lieutenant was just as focused on Sharona's legs.
His gaze flitted from his notes to her legs several times when, suddenly, Sharona's attention was focused on Lieutenant Disher, and not in the way he wanted it to be. No, it was more like a target sight right before the trigger was pulled.
"What are you lookin' at?" Sharona asked, her New Jersey as thick as her ire.
Randy just stood there, dumbstruck.
"Are you lookin' at my legs?" She snapped.
Randy leaned in and said, quietly with an amiable smile, "You've got nice legs. It makes that skirt look great."
He meant it to be a complement, but it reamark elicited the opposite response.
"Do you think that because I'm wearing a miniskirt, that i want you staring at my legs?" Sharona's voice growing more hostile with every word. He wasn't sure why she was upset with him. Maybe her kid got an "F" in school. Maybe she got dumped. Maybe she just hated him It was hard to tell. "What is wrong with you? Don't you understand I'm not just a nice pair of legs and T and A! Don't you realized that I have feelings and a mind? I'm a person." Sharona vented her frustration at Randy.
"Sharona, I just…" Randy was flustered by the outburst and also by the realization of what this was probably about. He felt sorry for her, and for what she must be feeling. He figured the best course of action was to retreat to his notebook and try to negotiate a truce later. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be more considerate."
Sharona considered him for a moment, clearly as shocked as she was at the outburst. Damning Brian in her mind, and noting that she was going to give him the same little speech she gave Randy. Her face softened, and she managed an embarrassed smile. "Thanks, Randy."
"Sharona,' The Captain called from a distance waving his arm to attract her attention. Monk was standing nearby, looking up into the sky for some reason, with his left hand hooded over his eyes, and a pained expression on his face. "Monk needs you over here."
"I'm coming." Sharona called to Captain Stottlemeyer jogging the strap of her huge purse over her shoulder as she strode across the manicured lawn of a city park. Randy watched her walk away for a moment, before putting the notebook into his jacket pocket and walking beside her.
"You know, it annoys me when people gawk at my amazing body, too," Randy quipped, as they reached the crime scene.
End
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