a/n I don't know...I was walking to Uwajamaya to get a little honey sesame chicken and rice when all of the sudden this concept suddenly struck me as amusing. More than amusing. I couldn't stop snickering as one line kept running through my mind. Believe it or not, it's never been shipped, so technically it doesn't belong here. But what they hey. I'll include it.

Mr. Monk's and the Betrayal

by Ann Peek

Things had been a little more complicated for Mr. Monk than usual. He had a house-guest staying with him for a short time. Captain Stottlemeyer's apartment was evacuated due to a chemical spill in the area and so he was staying with Mr. Monk until everything was cleared up. Apparently they had had this arrangement before, and they hadn't killed one another, so Monk reluctantly let the Captain stay for a couple of days. Actually I believe the agreement was two days. Tops.

Mr Monk opened his door and as we walked in I could hear snoring coming from the living room. "Shh, Mr. Monk. Let's try not to wake the Captain.

We quietly made our way to the living room and we saw Captain Stottlemeyer, cuddled up with a pillow, peacefully sleeping last nights double shift. I thought that he looked so sweet, that I smiled up to Mr Monk, who turned to me with a horrified look on his face.

"No no no no no...," Mr Monk repeated.

"All you all right Mr Monk? What's the matter?" I asked, concerned for him.

"I can't believe it." He said sudden anger registering on his face."How could you do it!? Get up. Give me that, you monster."

He grabbed the pillow out from Captain Stottlemeyer's embrace, and hugged it to himself. "How could you, Leland? HOW COULD YOU?"

A still groggy Stottlemeyer, sat up and looked around. "What's the matter, Monk."

"I want you to get your things and get out now. You're no longer welcome in my home, you animal."

The Captain, still a little stunned asked, "Monk, what's the matter with you?"

"GET. OUT. NOW!" Mr Monk growled.

The Captain was still very confused, but quickly gathered his few possessions and left Monk's apartment. He mouthed the words "call me", before leaving.

"I can't believe it. My wife and my best friend." he sobbed into the pillow trying desperately to inhale the scent he was desperate for. "All I can smell is his scent on her. I've lost her. Forever."

"It's okay, Mr Monk, we can fix it". I was still confused about the wife/pillow thing, but I was sure it made sense to Mr. Monk.

"How can we fix it? Trudy's been defiled." He looked at me with tears welling in his soft brown eyes. "How could he do that? He was my best friend. And she's my wife."

"Mr Monk, I think that he was just using the pillow..."

"That's not helping, Natalie. He was 'just using it', only to toss it aside when he was done? Trudy's not that kind of pillow."

I didn't know how to answer that, so I just put my hand on his back in a gesture of support, until he shifted away from me. The Trudy pillow was put back into the plastic case it had been taken from. I'm not sure if it was ever used again.

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