Title: Mr. Monk and the Chat Group
Author: Tanya "DragonLady"
Summery: All will be revealed soon enough!
Rating: PG. for now.
Part one, The Introduction.
Adrian tapped at the keys of his laptop. He grimaced distastefully at his first entry, cocking his head to the side. He frowned, highlighting what he'd typed and erasing it. Putting his hands to his face, he re-typed his thoughts. There was a sound behind him.
"Hey Adrian, whatcha doin?" He scrambled, slapping the computer shut. "Noth- nothing. I'm just sitting here, doing nothing." Sharona looked at him sideways, smiling slightly. "Sure you are. Look, the show's on, you better hurry up or you're gonna miss the murder!" Adrian jumped from his chair, passing Sharona as he raced to the other room. He just made it, clasping his hands as he observed the killing take place. As the title song started up, he put his hand to his face. "Adrian, Adrian, you gonna stand all night? Come on, sit down before you fall down."
He sat distractedly, a familiar look on his face. Sharona glanced at him sideways again. "What. don't tell me, you got it figured out already- No, don't tell me! Every time you figure it out, you blab it to me before the show even starts! How bout we just watch huh? After all, it doesn't matter how the crime was committed, the show is about the characters."
Adrian bit his lip, rocking back and forth. The opening sequence started up, and Sharona leaned back on the sofa, chuckling at the antics on screen. "God, he's really good!" Adrian nodded, squeezing his lips together. His eyes shone as he tried to keep his thoughts inside. He exhaled in a rush. "Gaw- I can't do this. it's the girl and her father. She induced anaphylactic shock, then implicated the sister. She was the only one with the motive, opportunity, plus her father was the one who actually stuck in the knife." Sharona glared at him, snapping the TV off. "Thank you Adrian, goodnight." She stood, grabbing her purse. "Sharona, wait, come on it was obvious! You had to have seen that!" Sharona whirled on him. "Adrian, forget it, you are just no fun! You ruin every show, and every movie we watch because you predict the plot in the beginning. You never shut up for two seconds at a time, and you don't pay attention to anything in this show other than the crime!" Adrian shrugged slowly. "I was quiet for more than two seconds." Sharona huffed, shutting the door abruptly behind her. Adrian stood by the door for a few moments. "I was quiet for more than two seconds!" He yelled.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he returned to his computer. He'd been glad to know that Sharona hadn't seen what he was doing earlier. He'd have been mortified if she'd known he'd joined an online chat group for the program they'd just been watching. He cracked his knuckles as he signed on. Reading through the posts, he smiled at some of the comments that were made, specifically ones that suggested a possible romance between the lead characters. He began typing again, giving his opinion on the direction of the show.
Sharona growled as she entered her home. Benjy grinned at her as she came in. "Hi Mom!" She glanced at him. "You have dinner?" He held up a bowl of cereal. "Lovely. Here let me fix you something." She busied herself in the kitchen, tossing together some leftovers from the night before. Benjy grimaced as he came to the table. "Ehhh, can't we just order pizza?"
"We can't afford pizza on what Mr. Monk pays me." Benjy sat at the table, quickly eating the reheated casserole. "Mom, can I stay up late tonight?" Sharona swallowed her bite. "Did you do your homework?" Benjy nodded. "Yup, and I took out the garbage, and cleaned my room." Sharona set her fork down. "Wow, you did everything you were supposed to do." Benjy took a swallow of milk. "Yeah, but I also dusted the TV." Sharona smiled. "I noticed, apparently with the arm of your shirt." Benjy glanced down, brushing the errant dust from his arm. "Come on, please?" Sharona rubbed her eyes. "Not tonight kid, you know how tired you were last time." Benjy grumbled. "Hey, hey, come on. Look, you can stay up later tomorrow night if you go to bed now ok?" Benjy frowned as he pushed his empty plate to the side. "Yeah, sure." Sharona stood, putting her hand on his head. "Come on, give me a kiss." She kneeled in front of him, giving him a light peck on the cheek. He returned the gesture. "I love you sweetie." He yawned. "I love you too Mom." As he disappeared down the hall, Sharona cleared the table and did the dishes. Then, after washing her hands, she retreated to the other room.
Sitting down to the computer, she entered her password and logged on to her group chat. She scrolled through the recent messages. Then she paused, frowning. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." It was another message from her online nemesis. Apparently, once more, he felt the need to make inane comments on the chat board. She felt indignant by his assumptions. Spreading her fingers, she whipped out a response. How could he even think that? Of course there was something going on between the characters! Geez, think of all the hints they'd been given! She typed furiously. Then, with a satisfactory tap, she posted her rebuttal. She went to the kitchen for a glass of water. A few minutes later, she returned to the computer. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to think that way! She read further. Some of the reactions made her smile. She was very glad not to be this other guy, he had no idea what he was talking about! Switching off her computer, she went to bed.
In another part of town. Adrian rubbed his face. Boy, there sure were a lot of responses to his post! Wow, he hadn't realized people felt so strongly about that! But the idea of a romance was so far from his observations! Then he read HER post. He felt his teeth clench. She had the audacity to single HIM out, like he'd just shattered all her allusions! He was just getting ready to type a response when he paused. Something wasn't right.
He stood, walking to the hallway. Something was lying on the floor. Horrified, he picked up the hook from the floor. It had been pulled from the wall, and two of the screws were broken. Biting his lip, he cradled the pieces in his hand as he raced for the phone book. He began flipping to one of the marked pages. He scanned through the list of numbers. "Why isn't there an emergency hotline!" He cried, turning to another page. Nothing! He grabbed the phone, dialing the main number. The other end rang twice, then was picked up. "Hello, hello, my name is Adrian Monk."
"Thank you for calling the central offices of Home Depot. Our hours are: Monday through Friday, 9am to 9pm; and, Saturday and Sunday, 9am to 6pm. Thank you for calling." Adrian set the phone down numbly. There had to be someone, somewhere.
His eyes landed on his computer. Hurrying forward, he typed furiously at the keys, sending out his request. Then, he leaned back, clasping his hands as he waited for a reply.
So ends part one. For those of you who haven't "caught" it yet, the next chapter will be uploaded shortly. For those who have caught on, I AM SO SORRY! FORVIVE, FORGIVE!!!!
Part one, The Introduction.
Adrian tapped at the keys of his laptop. He grimaced distastefully at his first entry, cocking his head to the side. He frowned, highlighting what he'd typed and erasing it. Putting his hands to his face, he re-typed his thoughts. There was a sound behind him.
"Hey Adrian, whatcha doin?" He scrambled, slapping the computer shut. "Noth- nothing. I'm just sitting here, doing nothing." Sharona looked at him sideways, smiling slightly. "Sure you are. Look, the show's on, you better hurry up or you're gonna miss the murder!" Adrian jumped from his chair, passing Sharona as he raced to the other room. He just made it, clasping his hands as he observed the killing take place. As the title song started up, he put his hand to his face. "Adrian, Adrian, you gonna stand all night? Come on, sit down before you fall down."
He sat distractedly, a familiar look on his face. Sharona glanced at him sideways again. "What. don't tell me, you got it figured out already- No, don't tell me! Every time you figure it out, you blab it to me before the show even starts! How bout we just watch huh? After all, it doesn't matter how the crime was committed, the show is about the characters."
Adrian bit his lip, rocking back and forth. The opening sequence started up, and Sharona leaned back on the sofa, chuckling at the antics on screen. "God, he's really good!" Adrian nodded, squeezing his lips together. His eyes shone as he tried to keep his thoughts inside. He exhaled in a rush. "Gaw- I can't do this. it's the girl and her father. She induced anaphylactic shock, then implicated the sister. She was the only one with the motive, opportunity, plus her father was the one who actually stuck in the knife." Sharona glared at him, snapping the TV off. "Thank you Adrian, goodnight." She stood, grabbing her purse. "Sharona, wait, come on it was obvious! You had to have seen that!" Sharona whirled on him. "Adrian, forget it, you are just no fun! You ruin every show, and every movie we watch because you predict the plot in the beginning. You never shut up for two seconds at a time, and you don't pay attention to anything in this show other than the crime!" Adrian shrugged slowly. "I was quiet for more than two seconds." Sharona huffed, shutting the door abruptly behind her. Adrian stood by the door for a few moments. "I was quiet for more than two seconds!" He yelled.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he returned to his computer. He'd been glad to know that Sharona hadn't seen what he was doing earlier. He'd have been mortified if she'd known he'd joined an online chat group for the program they'd just been watching. He cracked his knuckles as he signed on. Reading through the posts, he smiled at some of the comments that were made, specifically ones that suggested a possible romance between the lead characters. He began typing again, giving his opinion on the direction of the show.
Sharona growled as she entered her home. Benjy grinned at her as she came in. "Hi Mom!" She glanced at him. "You have dinner?" He held up a bowl of cereal. "Lovely. Here let me fix you something." She busied herself in the kitchen, tossing together some leftovers from the night before. Benjy grimaced as he came to the table. "Ehhh, can't we just order pizza?"
"We can't afford pizza on what Mr. Monk pays me." Benjy sat at the table, quickly eating the reheated casserole. "Mom, can I stay up late tonight?" Sharona swallowed her bite. "Did you do your homework?" Benjy nodded. "Yup, and I took out the garbage, and cleaned my room." Sharona set her fork down. "Wow, you did everything you were supposed to do." Benjy took a swallow of milk. "Yeah, but I also dusted the TV." Sharona smiled. "I noticed, apparently with the arm of your shirt." Benjy glanced down, brushing the errant dust from his arm. "Come on, please?" Sharona rubbed her eyes. "Not tonight kid, you know how tired you were last time." Benjy grumbled. "Hey, hey, come on. Look, you can stay up later tomorrow night if you go to bed now ok?" Benjy frowned as he pushed his empty plate to the side. "Yeah, sure." Sharona stood, putting her hand on his head. "Come on, give me a kiss." She kneeled in front of him, giving him a light peck on the cheek. He returned the gesture. "I love you sweetie." He yawned. "I love you too Mom." As he disappeared down the hall, Sharona cleared the table and did the dishes. Then, after washing her hands, she retreated to the other room.
Sitting down to the computer, she entered her password and logged on to her group chat. She scrolled through the recent messages. Then she paused, frowning. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." It was another message from her online nemesis. Apparently, once more, he felt the need to make inane comments on the chat board. She felt indignant by his assumptions. Spreading her fingers, she whipped out a response. How could he even think that? Of course there was something going on between the characters! Geez, think of all the hints they'd been given! She typed furiously. Then, with a satisfactory tap, she posted her rebuttal. She went to the kitchen for a glass of water. A few minutes later, she returned to the computer. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to think that way! She read further. Some of the reactions made her smile. She was very glad not to be this other guy, he had no idea what he was talking about! Switching off her computer, she went to bed.
In another part of town. Adrian rubbed his face. Boy, there sure were a lot of responses to his post! Wow, he hadn't realized people felt so strongly about that! But the idea of a romance was so far from his observations! Then he read HER post. He felt his teeth clench. She had the audacity to single HIM out, like he'd just shattered all her allusions! He was just getting ready to type a response when he paused. Something wasn't right.
He stood, walking to the hallway. Something was lying on the floor. Horrified, he picked up the hook from the floor. It had been pulled from the wall, and two of the screws were broken. Biting his lip, he cradled the pieces in his hand as he raced for the phone book. He began flipping to one of the marked pages. He scanned through the list of numbers. "Why isn't there an emergency hotline!" He cried, turning to another page. Nothing! He grabbed the phone, dialing the main number. The other end rang twice, then was picked up. "Hello, hello, my name is Adrian Monk."
"Thank you for calling the central offices of Home Depot. Our hours are: Monday through Friday, 9am to 9pm; and, Saturday and Sunday, 9am to 6pm. Thank you for calling." Adrian set the phone down numbly. There had to be someone, somewhere.
His eyes landed on his computer. Hurrying forward, he typed furiously at the keys, sending out his request. Then, he leaned back, clasping his hands as he waited for a reply.
So ends part one. For those of you who haven't "caught" it yet, the next chapter will be uploaded shortly. For those who have caught on, I AM SO SORRY! FORVIVE, FORGIVE!!!!