Mr. Monk Goes to Group Therapy
I never, ever, in a million years, ever thought this day would come. Adrian Monk and Herald Krenshaw are...friends! If you've ever read any of my blogs about working for the world famous detective, then you're probably just as surprised as I am. Mr. Monk and Harold have been enemies longer than I know because I wasn't even working for Mr. Monk yet. But I guess every hatchet gets buried sooner or later, right?
It all started when Mr. Monk's HMO coverage for individual therapy sessions was discontinued. The only way Mr. Monk could keep seeing Dr. Bell is if he cheated the system and joined his therapy group. Who else was in this particular therapy group? None other than Harold Krenshaw. You can just imagine how difficult that was. Before now, it always felt like whenever Harold was around, my job got a whole lot tougher. As usual, things got even more difficult when Mr. Monk realized people were trying to kill off people in his therapy group. Can you believe it? He was actually smiling over the fact. I wasn't sure if it was because he'd get the group to himself or that Harold Krenshaw would eventually be a target. Really, what goes on in Mr. Monk's mind scares me sometimes. And speaking of what goes on in Mr. Monk's mind, Harold Krenshaw somehow talked Mr. Monk into thinking HE was the one murdering off the therapy group. Mr. Monk...a killer?! I don't know what Harold said that was so convincing, but Mr. Monk bought it. I had the hardest time convincing Mr. Monk he couldn't be the killer. I mean, it's just too absurd!
Anyways, we went to speak to another member of the therapy group about the crime only to find her already dead. It was so sad. The poor woman had been gassed to death in her own store. Of course, Mr. Monk immediately assumed he was the killer again because she had been killed with cleaning supplies, something he was certain he would use. Thankfully, that crisis was avoided when I pointed out he wouldn't have used such cheap brands! That's when he figured out who the real murderer was. At least, I think he did. I'm not entirely sure. The room started spinning and I think I blacked out or something. I vaguely remember Mr. Monk saying something about fresh air and I think he might have even pulled me over to a seat by a window.
I started coming back around and clearly...okay, maybe not clearly, but was certain I saw a man dragging Mr. Monk's body out. All I know is, when I finally had enough strength to open my eyes and get up, Mr. Monk was gone so I called the Captain immediately. Turns out, I HAD seen a man dragging Mr. Monk's body out! And from what I know now, Mr. Monk and Harold were both locked inside of a trunk together. I don't really know what happened inside that trunk, but whatever was said or done was one of the best things that's ever happened to them. Because when I saw Mr. Monk again, he was raving about how he had conquered his claustrophobia and how he and Harold were finally getting along. Then, if that wasn't enough, Harold gave Mr. Monk the group therapy all to himself! You know, seeing as they were the only two left and all.
I guess group therapy was all those two really needed. Well, that or to be locked inside a trunk together. I'm also really glad I wasn't tossed in that trunk with them though! I was just fine in that seat by the window. And you know, the more I think about it, the more I realize how smart Mr. Monk really is when it comes to situations like these. I never suspected him to be the kind of person who would drag anyone to safety. I'm more than happy to be wrong.
-Natalie Teeger