Ch. 3: The Meeting (Trudy)
Hey! Sorry this took so long for me to write! But the teachers at my school seem to think it necessary to pile on projects, homework, and tests on students towards the end of marking period. *groan* Can't they just spread it out a little more evenly? But enough of my complaining. On with the romatnicness! *sigh* C'est l'amour... (For those of you who don't speak French, "That's Love....")
PS Raised it to PG-13 for more sexual suggestiveness (sorry!) and this chapter is really long (sorry again!!)
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Two hours later, Trudy found herself in front of the San Francisco police department wearing a pair of rather tight capris, high-heeled shoes, and a tight, light yellow, and slightly too low cut tank top. She had managed to convince Rae to let her out in that by saying it was too hot to wear anything else and that she had no clean shorts. In actuality, she had worn that b/c she knew that this particular station had a majority of guys working there. She though she could use some "Leverage" into getting them to do something about the noise. "Besides," she thought as she walked in. "I'm not that bad of an actress. They'll buy my charm."
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Monk rubbed his head and sighed. He had been at work for only 2 hours
and he already knew that it was going to be a bad day.
He had came right at 7:00 am as he usually did, but much to his chagrin, everyone one of the guys who knew Mary and had set her up with him was there. Before he could even breathe, every single one of them was around him, bombarding him with questions about the date.
"How did she look? What was she wearing?"
"What did you talk about?"
"Did you go to her place or yours?"
"How was the sex?"
"Did you like her? Did she like you?"
A new voice had piped up. "Will you guys back off? He hasn't even clocked in yet!" It was Leland Stottlemeyer. His name had been a regular joke among the guys, but not anymore. Not since he became a recently promoted Captain Leland Stottlemeyer. Everyone sighed and groaned, but backed away from Adrian enough so that he could clock in. When passing the captain, Adrian gave him a smile, thankful smile. Stottlemeyer was always closer to him than most of the others. In fact, he was probably the only friend he had.
As soon as Adrian had clocked in, everyone surrounded him and waited with bated breath. They looked eagerly to him to tell his story. Thinking of no other way out of it, he told everyone about his "date". He didn't leave a single detail out and he portrayed a most unflattering image of Mary. When he had finished, he saw all the guys give each other a solemn, worried look.
"You know, Monk," said one. "This isn't good that you've gone through another one. And on the first date."
"Yeah!" another had piped. "I mean, you're 27 and you can't hold on to a girl for more than one date. Sometimes not even a whole one!"
"He can't even get one to go home with him," a third had mumbled to a buddy, snickering. Adrian felt his ears become warm and guessed that his ears turned pink to go with it.
Noticing Adrian's embarrassment, Stottlemeyer decided to end this. "That's enough!" he cried sharply. "It's not up to us to judge his life. Personally, I think that none of this is your business. By the way, don't you guys have paperwork to do?" He eyed each one of them. They all groaned, but they went to their respective desks and did their work.
Monk gave the captain another grateful smile. "Thanks, captain," he said. "I don't think I can deal with the questions right now."
Stottlemeyer gave him a friendly pat on the back. "Don't worry about it. But," he added. "You got a lot of paperwork to do too. And a lot more of it than anyone else." He pointed to the desk in Monk's office and it did indeed have papers towering on it.
Monk smiled at the captain and went to do his work a little more cheerful. However, every time someone passed his office kept shaking their heads and say things like "Poor guy" and "He's hopeless" and "What an embarrassment". Each time, this ebbed away at his good mood until he finally nearly snapped when someone gave him his coffee.
Monk sighed again. He didn't want sympathy and he didn't need it! "I'm perfectly normal," he thought. Just then he noticed that he was absentmindedly straightening his pencils on the desk. He stopped and shook himself mentally. "Maybe they're right," he thought morosely. "Maybe I am hopeless." He looked out his window and looked to the sky. He saw that it was generally pleasant outside, but the sun happened to be behind a cloud.
What he did next Monk wasn't sure of, but this was his next thought: "Please. If I'm not hopeless, if I can find the right one for me, send a sign."
Just then, a ray of the sun poked out from behind the cloud, into his office, and onto his face. He closed his eyes and smiled under the ray's warmth.
A round of whistles and a few catcalls snapped him back from his revere. Curious to see what the commotion was, he got up to see what was going on through the bunched group.
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"Hello, officer?" Trudy called in her sweetest voice. Mentally,
though, she was gagging at how superficially sweet her voice had
sounded.
The officer she spoke to, however, didn't seem to notice. He looked her up and down, noticeably pausing near her chest area. He gave a grin, full bravado, and asked, "How can I help you, miss...?"
"Trudy," she stated, flipping her dirty blonde locks. "And you can help me by tending to my 'special' needs."
She paused to admire the effects of her specially formed, innuendo filled statement. Not only had the officer she was speaking to give her "that" look, several surrounding officers were mimicking "that" look and gravitated towards her. Most of them whistled or catcalled to her, but she chose to ignore them and concentrate on the one fellow. Mentally, she congratulated herself. "Jamie Lee Curtis, eat your heart out."
"Well...uh...Trudy. What n-ne-need might that be?" he stuttered, continuing to stare at her conspicuous cleavage.
She smiled coyly and said, "Well, sir, there's a neighbor over my apartment that's making a lot of noise. My roommate called a few times about it, but no one came. I was just wondering if you could do something about it." She leaned over the counter a little, giving the men a better look at her cleavage.
She felt a pang of guilt at that moment. She felt a little bad because she thought she was being unfaithful to Bernard by flirting with all these guys. Then she felt her logic kick in. "Don't worry about it! It's for a good cause! Besides it's only a little harmless flirting and I have been good for the past few weeks!"
The one in front was about to speak when a stern voice cut the air of general awe. "Excuse me, are nay of you done with your work?"
The officers jumped back and parted, just like Moses parting the Red Sea. The Moses of this sea was a formidably tall, built gentleman with a captain's badge. He cam forth and looked Trudy in the eye; No simple task, since she wasn't that tall, even with the heels on. "Can I help you miss?" he asked coldly.
Slightly put off by his iciness, but determined to get her way, Trudy smiled, and repeated what she had told the officer, and, just for effect, did her lean in on the counter. She was delighted when his frown softened a bit; not a lot, but enough to know that she had made progress.
"Of course we'll help you. But these gentlemen", he said, motioning to the crowd, "are busy with paper work. But I do have someone to get all the necessary information from you."
Sensing the wave of dirty looks from behind, he said, with out turning around, "And it's not any of you! Get to work!" A scurry of men assured him that they followed his orders. "My, aren't you the forceful type," Trudy thought.
Just a moment, ma'am," he said politely to Trudy. He turned around and apparently spotted the one he was looking for. He called out, "Adrian, I have something for you to do. Please come over here!"
"Adrian. That's an unusual name," she thought. "Nice, though." But the owner of the name was still not in view, mostly because the captain was standing right in her general line of vision. Trudy waited patiently. Finally, the captain stepped back, revealing the said Adrian.
What first caught her attention were his eyes. They were chocolate brown, nothing terribly spectacular about their color. They reminded her of basset hounds eyes, kind of sad and a little droopy. His eyes were like that, only not as droopy and ten times sadder, like he had something from his past that caused him pain. He looked like he needed to unburden this problem to someone. She stared into them, trying to decipher their cryptic message. She felt like she could get lost into their depth...
She had somehow managed to catch the captain's introduction. "Adrian, this is...uh..."
"Trudy." She said dreamily. Then she snapped back into reality and managed to tear away from his eyes. She repeated normally, "Trudy."
By stepping out of his eyes, she brought to her attention his appearance. The eyes...uh...I mean, his eyes were set onto a lean face, with a slightly large nose in the middle and a thin lipped mouth below (not an unpleasant thin mouth, mind you), which was hanging open slightly at the moment. On top of his head, he had a full scalp of short, tightly curled black hair. The rest of his body, which was more lean than stocky, was in a San Francisco police uniform. She noted that, unlike his fellow officers, he had his complete uniform on, from his straight tie to his shiny black shoes. He was tall, but not enough to look intimidating. "He's actually kinda cute," she thought to herself.
"Trudy, this is our most brilliant detective in this area, Adrian Monk," said the captain.
Adrian, however, didn't seem to notice the compliment or the introduction for that matter. He just continued to stare at her, with a slightly slack mouth. She had expected that kind of reaction, but something was unusual about his stare. He was staring dead into her eyes. Not at her body or even her face. Just her eyes. And the look he was giving her wasn't that usual "Wow, she's a hot babe," look that most guys gave her. It was a look of surprise, as though...she couldn't quite decipher what that look was. She looked at him curiously and wondered what he was thinking.
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I suppose I should explain several things down here. 1stly, I'm probably not going to mention Stottlemeyer's first name on the count I think it's stupid (love the show, hate that name). 2ndly, one reviewer sent in a review saying that Trudy lived in her own house before she married Monk. The episode where they explained this is one of the many that I have never seen before *gasp* I'm only taking information that I know about from what I've seen. And I liked the idea of creating a grandmotherly type character and roommate. 3rdly, please don't hate me for making Trudy look like a...uuuuhhhh..."call girl". (I think that's the politically correct term....) Please don't send me flamers for this! I have a reason that I will reveal in the story in due course. Next chappie is going to be Adrian's reaction and the one after is when Trudy decides to have some fun with Monk. (Nothing too cruel, I promise!) Ok, enough rambling. Please review and thanks to those who have reviewed....not including any of my friends *grumble*.
Hey! Sorry this took so long for me to write! But the teachers at my school seem to think it necessary to pile on projects, homework, and tests on students towards the end of marking period. *groan* Can't they just spread it out a little more evenly? But enough of my complaining. On with the romatnicness! *sigh* C'est l'amour... (For those of you who don't speak French, "That's Love....")
PS Raised it to PG-13 for more sexual suggestiveness (sorry!) and this chapter is really long (sorry again!!)
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Two hours later, Trudy found herself in front of the San Francisco police department wearing a pair of rather tight capris, high-heeled shoes, and a tight, light yellow, and slightly too low cut tank top. She had managed to convince Rae to let her out in that by saying it was too hot to wear anything else and that she had no clean shorts. In actuality, she had worn that b/c she knew that this particular station had a majority of guys working there. She though she could use some "Leverage" into getting them to do something about the noise. "Besides," she thought as she walked in. "I'm not that bad of an actress. They'll buy my charm."
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Monk rubbed his head and sighed. He had been at work for only 2 hours
and he already knew that it was going to be a bad day.
He had came right at 7:00 am as he usually did, but much to his chagrin, everyone one of the guys who knew Mary and had set her up with him was there. Before he could even breathe, every single one of them was around him, bombarding him with questions about the date.
"How did she look? What was she wearing?"
"What did you talk about?"
"Did you go to her place or yours?"
"How was the sex?"
"Did you like her? Did she like you?"
A new voice had piped up. "Will you guys back off? He hasn't even clocked in yet!" It was Leland Stottlemeyer. His name had been a regular joke among the guys, but not anymore. Not since he became a recently promoted Captain Leland Stottlemeyer. Everyone sighed and groaned, but backed away from Adrian enough so that he could clock in. When passing the captain, Adrian gave him a smile, thankful smile. Stottlemeyer was always closer to him than most of the others. In fact, he was probably the only friend he had.
As soon as Adrian had clocked in, everyone surrounded him and waited with bated breath. They looked eagerly to him to tell his story. Thinking of no other way out of it, he told everyone about his "date". He didn't leave a single detail out and he portrayed a most unflattering image of Mary. When he had finished, he saw all the guys give each other a solemn, worried look.
"You know, Monk," said one. "This isn't good that you've gone through another one. And on the first date."
"Yeah!" another had piped. "I mean, you're 27 and you can't hold on to a girl for more than one date. Sometimes not even a whole one!"
"He can't even get one to go home with him," a third had mumbled to a buddy, snickering. Adrian felt his ears become warm and guessed that his ears turned pink to go with it.
Noticing Adrian's embarrassment, Stottlemeyer decided to end this. "That's enough!" he cried sharply. "It's not up to us to judge his life. Personally, I think that none of this is your business. By the way, don't you guys have paperwork to do?" He eyed each one of them. They all groaned, but they went to their respective desks and did their work.
Monk gave the captain another grateful smile. "Thanks, captain," he said. "I don't think I can deal with the questions right now."
Stottlemeyer gave him a friendly pat on the back. "Don't worry about it. But," he added. "You got a lot of paperwork to do too. And a lot more of it than anyone else." He pointed to the desk in Monk's office and it did indeed have papers towering on it.
Monk smiled at the captain and went to do his work a little more cheerful. However, every time someone passed his office kept shaking their heads and say things like "Poor guy" and "He's hopeless" and "What an embarrassment". Each time, this ebbed away at his good mood until he finally nearly snapped when someone gave him his coffee.
Monk sighed again. He didn't want sympathy and he didn't need it! "I'm perfectly normal," he thought. Just then he noticed that he was absentmindedly straightening his pencils on the desk. He stopped and shook himself mentally. "Maybe they're right," he thought morosely. "Maybe I am hopeless." He looked out his window and looked to the sky. He saw that it was generally pleasant outside, but the sun happened to be behind a cloud.
What he did next Monk wasn't sure of, but this was his next thought: "Please. If I'm not hopeless, if I can find the right one for me, send a sign."
Just then, a ray of the sun poked out from behind the cloud, into his office, and onto his face. He closed his eyes and smiled under the ray's warmth.
A round of whistles and a few catcalls snapped him back from his revere. Curious to see what the commotion was, he got up to see what was going on through the bunched group.
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"Hello, officer?" Trudy called in her sweetest voice. Mentally,
though, she was gagging at how superficially sweet her voice had
sounded.
The officer she spoke to, however, didn't seem to notice. He looked her up and down, noticeably pausing near her chest area. He gave a grin, full bravado, and asked, "How can I help you, miss...?"
"Trudy," she stated, flipping her dirty blonde locks. "And you can help me by tending to my 'special' needs."
She paused to admire the effects of her specially formed, innuendo filled statement. Not only had the officer she was speaking to give her "that" look, several surrounding officers were mimicking "that" look and gravitated towards her. Most of them whistled or catcalled to her, but she chose to ignore them and concentrate on the one fellow. Mentally, she congratulated herself. "Jamie Lee Curtis, eat your heart out."
"Well...uh...Trudy. What n-ne-need might that be?" he stuttered, continuing to stare at her conspicuous cleavage.
She smiled coyly and said, "Well, sir, there's a neighbor over my apartment that's making a lot of noise. My roommate called a few times about it, but no one came. I was just wondering if you could do something about it." She leaned over the counter a little, giving the men a better look at her cleavage.
She felt a pang of guilt at that moment. She felt a little bad because she thought she was being unfaithful to Bernard by flirting with all these guys. Then she felt her logic kick in. "Don't worry about it! It's for a good cause! Besides it's only a little harmless flirting and I have been good for the past few weeks!"
The one in front was about to speak when a stern voice cut the air of general awe. "Excuse me, are nay of you done with your work?"
The officers jumped back and parted, just like Moses parting the Red Sea. The Moses of this sea was a formidably tall, built gentleman with a captain's badge. He cam forth and looked Trudy in the eye; No simple task, since she wasn't that tall, even with the heels on. "Can I help you miss?" he asked coldly.
Slightly put off by his iciness, but determined to get her way, Trudy smiled, and repeated what she had told the officer, and, just for effect, did her lean in on the counter. She was delighted when his frown softened a bit; not a lot, but enough to know that she had made progress.
"Of course we'll help you. But these gentlemen", he said, motioning to the crowd, "are busy with paper work. But I do have someone to get all the necessary information from you."
Sensing the wave of dirty looks from behind, he said, with out turning around, "And it's not any of you! Get to work!" A scurry of men assured him that they followed his orders. "My, aren't you the forceful type," Trudy thought.
Just a moment, ma'am," he said politely to Trudy. He turned around and apparently spotted the one he was looking for. He called out, "Adrian, I have something for you to do. Please come over here!"
"Adrian. That's an unusual name," she thought. "Nice, though." But the owner of the name was still not in view, mostly because the captain was standing right in her general line of vision. Trudy waited patiently. Finally, the captain stepped back, revealing the said Adrian.
What first caught her attention were his eyes. They were chocolate brown, nothing terribly spectacular about their color. They reminded her of basset hounds eyes, kind of sad and a little droopy. His eyes were like that, only not as droopy and ten times sadder, like he had something from his past that caused him pain. He looked like he needed to unburden this problem to someone. She stared into them, trying to decipher their cryptic message. She felt like she could get lost into their depth...
She had somehow managed to catch the captain's introduction. "Adrian, this is...uh..."
"Trudy." She said dreamily. Then she snapped back into reality and managed to tear away from his eyes. She repeated normally, "Trudy."
By stepping out of his eyes, she brought to her attention his appearance. The eyes...uh...I mean, his eyes were set onto a lean face, with a slightly large nose in the middle and a thin lipped mouth below (not an unpleasant thin mouth, mind you), which was hanging open slightly at the moment. On top of his head, he had a full scalp of short, tightly curled black hair. The rest of his body, which was more lean than stocky, was in a San Francisco police uniform. She noted that, unlike his fellow officers, he had his complete uniform on, from his straight tie to his shiny black shoes. He was tall, but not enough to look intimidating. "He's actually kinda cute," she thought to herself.
"Trudy, this is our most brilliant detective in this area, Adrian Monk," said the captain.
Adrian, however, didn't seem to notice the compliment or the introduction for that matter. He just continued to stare at her, with a slightly slack mouth. She had expected that kind of reaction, but something was unusual about his stare. He was staring dead into her eyes. Not at her body or even her face. Just her eyes. And the look he was giving her wasn't that usual "Wow, she's a hot babe," look that most guys gave her. It was a look of surprise, as though...she couldn't quite decipher what that look was. She looked at him curiously and wondered what he was thinking.
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I suppose I should explain several things down here. 1stly, I'm probably not going to mention Stottlemeyer's first name on the count I think it's stupid (love the show, hate that name). 2ndly, one reviewer sent in a review saying that Trudy lived in her own house before she married Monk. The episode where they explained this is one of the many that I have never seen before *gasp* I'm only taking information that I know about from what I've seen. And I liked the idea of creating a grandmotherly type character and roommate. 3rdly, please don't hate me for making Trudy look like a...uuuuhhhh..."call girl". (I think that's the politically correct term....) Please don't send me flamers for this! I have a reason that I will reveal in the story in due course. Next chappie is going to be Adrian's reaction and the one after is when Trudy decides to have some fun with Monk. (Nothing too cruel, I promise!) Ok, enough rambling. Please review and thanks to those who have reviewed....not including any of my friends *grumble*.
