Later in the evening, Monk, Sharona, Disher, and Stottlemeyer gathered in the police station to wrap up the case. "You were right all along, Monk," said the Captain. "I just got the forensics report on the trumpet. The mouthpiece contained traces of poison and was the trumpet was covered in William Young's fingerprints."

"When will people ever learn?" Monk asked, with a slight air of confidence.

"Don't just stand there, Randy," the Captain said, "We have reports to file."

Randy looked at Sharona and could have sworn he saw her looking at him, too. "Um, in a minute, Captain," he said. "Sharona, can I talk to you outside for a minute?"

She nodded. "I'll be right back, Adrian," she said as Randy led her out the door. It was getting later and the police station was nearly empty, so they found a lonely hallway in which they could talk.

"Are you okay?" Randy asked, "Today was a little scary."

Sharona nodded, "But you were really brave. Thank you for saving my life."

Randy knew he was blushing, "Well, anyone would have done it, I mean--," he saw the way she was looking into his eyes. "I mean, it was nothing. And for the record, I was terrified."

"You didn't show it."

"Sharona, if I lost you- I mean, if we- see, what I'm trying to say is--" Sharona had this effect on him. He could recite elaborate speeches, poetry even, in front of his bathroom mirror, but actually in front of her, he was completely lost for words.

"Randy, what?"

Randy's stomach was in knots. He was sick of stuttering and run on sentences and phrases that he never got to finish. Gathering up the remainder of his courage, he concentrated a lifetime's worth of logic and reason into an instant of action. He leaned in and kissed her, running his fingers through her hair.

Sharona pulled away, shocked. She just stared at him confusedly. A million questions and thoughts ran through her mind, but she couldn't find a way to vocalize any of them.

Randy decided words would be good right about then; and since Sharona didn't seem to be planning to say anything anytime soon, he went against his better judgment and started to speak. "Sharona, I--"

He never got to finish his sentence. He didn't care. She was kissing him, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Author's Note: Well, that was it! What did you guys think? Should I write more fanfics?