Lactaphobia 6 Disclaimer: I do not own that Funky Monky. However, it should be noted that, as far as this fic goes, I am the one who makes him funky. A/N: Okay, okay, I get the point-longer chapters! I promise! ******************************************************* "Oh my God!" Sharona was white as a sheet. Adrian had walked to the desk in his apartment and picked up the phone. "What are you doing?" She asked, though she had an idea. "Calling Stottlemyer. I'm off this case." "Oh, no, you're not! I want you to catch this scumbag! You're the only one who can do that. He knows it. It's just a bluff, he's only trying to scare you." "Well, he's doing a good job." Monk started to dial. "No," Sharona said firmly. Adrian looked flabbergasted. "You are not the boss of me. In, fact, last time I checked, I was the boss of you!" Sharona rolled her eyes. "'The boss of me?' That sounds like something Benjy would say! Anyway, you've gotten threats from bad guys before, what's the big deal?" "I am - was a cop. If a criminal threatens ME, it's just part of the job, I can handle that. But I'm not about to put you and Benjy in danger. They'll manage this case without me." "Okay, boss business aside, I am begging you to stay on this case." She paused. "What would it take for you to change your mind?" He thought about that for a moment. "You and Benjy have to stay someplace safe until this whole thing is over with." "Won't Captain Stottlemyer take care of that?" "He would. Let's call him." Sharona gave him the look. "Okay, no help from the department." "Hey, don't you have a sister nearby." "Oh, no, I am NOT staying at Gail's. I'd rather let the Milkman have me!" "What about a hotel? Could you stay at a hotel?" "Hotels require money, Monk. How are we supposed to stay in a hotel when you never pay me?" By now, Monk's annoyance meter, which could only safely go to three point two, was at nine. "Alright you can stay at my apartment. I'll let you have the sofa." He acted as though this was the biggest sacrifice in the world. "I'm thrilled." Sharona was snapped out of her sarcasm by the ringing of the phone. Monk picked it up. "Hello? Yeah, just a minute." He handed the phone off. "Benjy." "Yeah?" She listened. "Are his parents gonna be there?" Pause. "Have you done your math homework? Yeah, fine. Don't forget to brush your teeth." "And floss!" Monk added loud enough to be heard on the other end. Sharona rolled her eyes. "Bye." She hung up the phone. "He's staying at Joey's." She looked down. "You don't think there's any way the Milkman knows where he's at. . ." she drifted. "No," Monk said firmly. "Honestly, I doubt it. I was just thinking about that. The Milkman started killing five days ago. I haven't seen Benjy for two weeks. I seriously doubt he even knows you have a son, and I'm certain he wouldn't know where to look for him." He paused before summing up. "He's safe." Sharona nodded. "If only the same could be said for me." "You'll be fine. My apartment has three locks, and - I thought you weren't afraid of the Milkman." "I'm not. You, on the other hand. . .You're scary." ********************************************************************* Better? Hope so. I know the whole thing about not turning the letter in is very unrealistic but. . . I don't care. How could I resist when an opportunity came up for a sleep-over???? (The story is still rated G). I don't want Stottlemyer in the story, no offense, but he's boring. And I really don't want Randy in the story. I just don't like him. I still don't care. Love you! ~LMR