Lactaphobia 7 Disclaimer: It tells everyone that Monk belongs to USA, or else It has some heck to pay. A/N: Yes, this story is actually going somewhere! Hey, I got a challenge for y'all. First one to tell me in what movie Stottlemyer could arrest himself gets a cookie! Just a little movie trivia for you. (Hint: I ikle asrcy vomies.) *********************************************************************** "I hope you don't mind sleeping on the sofa." Sharona shrugged. She was too tired to argue. "Whatever." She looked at the pillow. "Hey, Adrian. You didn't give me a pillowcase." "Didn't you bring your own?" Sharona placed one hand on her hip and gave a look of pure incredulity. "Normal people don't pack spare pillowcases. Just gimme one of yours. It's not like I'll get germs from it." "But then you will have used it, and then I can't use it." Sharona glared. "I'll BUY it from you, just gimme a pillowcase." "Here." He handed her one. "I don't like this one much." "Thanks." She looked at him as she took the pillowcase out of the baggie. "What's wrong?" He looked distressed. "Those girls. They died because of me. To threaten me." Sharona automatically forgot her annoyance over the pillowcase incident. She had always been the hugging type, and for less than a second, she reached up to do just that, but drew back instantly as a reflex. She patted his shoulder. "It's not your fault. He's a psycho. And he's only trying to scare you off the case - he knows you're the only one who can solve it. He probably heard you were involved and panicked." (Sharona Fleming, ladies and gentlemen, living proof that genius is not contagious). "No," He said quite firmly. "There was no case except for the women who look like you. All of his crimes have been threats. This guy has some problem with me. He said - you're the only one I want. But I can't figure out who he is. Everyone that I put in jail is still there. I can't think of anyone else who would have a grudge on me. Not enough of a grudge to kill three innocent women just to get to me." "What about the milk?" Sharona pondered. "What do you make of that?" "Well, either this guy has some special, emotional connection to milk, or, more likely, he knows me. He knows what I'm afraid of." "No offense, Adrian, but if he just wanted to use something you're afraid of to kill those women, he could have done just about anything. Why MILK? I think that first guess was right. He likes milk." "You have a point. I mean, he obviously has access to a good supply of it; or rather, a BAD supply of it." He paused, lost in thought. "There is nothing in the world that could make me TOUCH rancid milk. Nothing." "Yeah, well, we'll work on that one. In the mean time, you need to relax. I brought a movie." She pulled a copy of Thir13en Ghosts out of her bag. (It says that Thir13en Ghosts belongs to Dark Castle to make sure that there isn't any hastle). Adrian winced. "You LIKE that movie?" "Yeah, it's got that cute actor in it." ;) ******************************************************************** Make sure you let me know when you figure out what movie I'm talking about. R&R. Peace out.