Disclaimer: Monk belongs to the USA Network/Sopranos to HBO

Spoilers: Sopranos-"Long-term Parking"- best episode of this past season

Author's Note: This is a Monk/Sopranos crossover. You don't really have to watch the Sopranos to follow this story, I'm just using something that happened on the show for Monk to figure out. I really appreciate feedback, especially for this story because I don't know what people's reaction to it will be. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it.

A dark car slowly pulls off the road and drives to a secluded area of the woods. The car stops, and a man steps out of the car from the driver's seat and walks towards the passenger side window. The woman inside the car ducks down and crawls to the driver's side, crawls out of the car, and continues crawling on the ground through the leaves as fast as she can to get away from the man with the gun, and she's crying out, "No! Please, don't kill me. Please. I don't want to die." The man with the gun walks around the car, sees the woman crawling, and shoots her two times in the back.

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Sharona Fleming was sitting at her kitchen table, enjoying her morning coffee. She had already sent her son Benjy off to school for the day, and was relaxing before she had to venture off to Adrian Monk's house. Just as she was about to take another sip, the phone rang and it made her jump, which made her spill coffee all over her new sweater. "Ow! Hot! Hot!" She ran over to the phone, held it with her head and shoulder, and walked over to the sink. "Hi, Adrian," she said angrily as she wiped her sweater.

"How…how did you know it was me?" Adrian Monk inquired.

"Just a wild guess."

"Oh…okay, anyway, when are you coming over? You promised you would bring over a bottle of Mr. Clean today, and I need it now."

There was a beep on Sharona's end of the line and she told Adrian to hang on. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hello? Sharona? Sharona Fleming, is that you?" asked a hysterical woman's voice, in a strong New Jersey accent.

"Yeah, it's me. Who is this?" Sharona asked.

"This is Adriana's mom, Mrs. La Cerva."

"Oh my god. Mrs. La Cerva, what's wrong? Is Adriana okay?"

"No," there was a long moment of silence while Mrs. La Cerva got control of her tears. "Ade is missing. I have no idea where she is. Nobody does. She would never leave without telling me. I think something happened to her."

"Oh my god…is there anything I can do?"

"Find her," Mrs. La Cerva said in a strained voice. "Your mother told me how you and your partner saved Gail. You proved the impossible. Now help me find my baby……please, Sharona."

"Of course I'll help, Mrs. La Cerva."

"Thank you. Thank you!" Mrs. La Cerva hung up.

"Oh my god…" Sharona said to herself. She stood staring out the window at nothing for several minutes, still holding the phone. Then she remembered that Adrian was still on the phone and she snapped back to reality. "Adrian, I'm coming over right now," she said and then hung up the phone. She left for Adrian's without even thinking to change her coffee-stained shirt.

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"What did you do to your sweater?" Monk asked as Sharona pushed past him to get into his apartment.

"Adrian, pack your bags, we're going to New Jersey."

"What?!"

"I said—"

"I heard what you said…I am NOT going to New Jersey."

"Adrian, you have to," Sharona said in a pleading voice.

"Why?"

"My best friend from Jersey is missing. She might be dead. Her mother's freaking out, Adrian. We have to find her!"

"Is there any way that I can talk you out of this?"

"Nope. Start packing."

"O-okay, but you are going to change that sweater before we leave, right?"