Mr Monk And The Kitten

by enigma of irony

A story about Monk and a kitten he finds... he decides to open up to the kitten and share his feelings, while Sharona overhears.... note: turning into a 'shippy story, kind of

8. Chapter 8

SATURDAY NIGHT, 11:57 PM

Monk stood with Captain Stottlemeyer behind a large tombstone. The cops had Trudy's grave surrounded, with Disher and Sharona standing beside it. Disher had a gun to Sharona's head. "They ought to be here soon, Sharona, if your boss Monk really thinks as much of you as you think he does." Disher said, and Sharona just glared at him. "They'll be here. I know they will." Sharona said. She looked around, and saw a cop who hadn't hidden that well behind a tree. She smiled. "They just will." she said. All of a sudden three cops jumped out at Disher, and grabbed the gun. Sharona ran searching for Monk and Stottlemeyer. Stottlemeyer had ran to where Disher and the three cops were, but Monk was still behind the tombstone. She grabbed him in a hug. "Oh my God, Monk, I thought I would never see you or the captain or Benjy again." she whispered, burying her face in his shoulder. "Listen, Monk. We need to talk. Can we go someplace where we won't be disturbed?" Sharona asked, and he nodded. "How about Winky's, that small coffee shop you pass on the way to the courthouse?" Monk suggested. Sharona nodded. "Yeah. Come on, we'll walk." she said, dragging him along to Winky's.