Disclaimer:Monk belongs to the USA Network

Author's Note: This is my first stab at a romance, so feedback would be very much appreciated. I'll take all the advice and suggestions that I can get. Thank you for the wonderful reviews and helpful suggestions that you all gave me for the first chapter. This chapter might seem Disher/Sharona shippy, but the overall story is a Monk/Sharona romance.

Monk and Sharona got into their Volvo Station wagon and headed to the crime scene that the Captain had asked them to check out. They ended up at a beat up, gray apartment building, covered with graffiti. There were odd-shaped words that Monk couldn't read, and all sorts of creepy looking dragons and skulls. Monk twitched by bringing his head and shoulder to each other, longing for a wipe to get rid of the chaos of mixed colors and unevenness.

When they got out of the car Monk walked straight up to the wall by the door to the building and said, "Wipe, Sharona, I need a wipe." Sharona just stood next to him, looking at him like he was crazy. Monk started snapping his fingers at Sharona, still looking at the damaged wall.

"Adrian, what are you gonna do? Clean the whole wall with a wipe?"

"No…I was planning on using more than one wipe," Monk said, examining the wall more closely.

"Come on, forget about the wall! There was a murder inside. The Captain needs us. You can't spend all day cleaning the wall!"

Monk looked at Sharona with a disgruntled face, and through gritted teeth said, "Sharona, would you just give me a wipe? I'm not going to take all day! Besides, how am I supposed to solve a murder when there is rubbish all over the walls?"

Sharona looked up towards the sky and sighed. Defeated, she pulled out a packet of wipes and threw them at him. "Here! You stay here and clean the wall, I'm going to go solve a murder."

"Okay, you do that," Monk said distractedly as he pulled out a wipe and frantically started scrubbing the wall.

Sharona stalked up the steps and into the building, and searched for a stairway. She went up to the third floor and entered apartment 3G, ducking under the police tape as she stepped through the doorway. She saw a middle-aged woman wearing a blue nightgown lying dead on the floor. She found the Captain a few feet from the body, with Randy Disher by his side. She felt herself smile at the sight of Disher, and couldn't figure out why. He could be the biggest idiot in the world, and yet he somehow captured her interest. She knew that he had a crush on her, and she always just seemed to ignore the fact. She had never thought about him that way, but when he had talked about Crystal the Wallet Model, she had gotten a little jealous. She found herself imagining that she was Crystal, even though she knew that Crystal was fake. Maybe she should a—

"Sharona!" screamed the Captain, interrupting her thoughts. "Sharona, where's Monk?"

"Oh, uh," Sharona stammered, afraid that everyone had been reading her thoughts. "He's downstairs…cleaning the graffiti off the wall…with hand wipes."

"What!" the Captain yelled. "He's gonna take all day!"

Sharona sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, "That's what I told him. He wouldn't budge, so I had to give him the wipes. He'll stop eventually."

"I don't have time for 'eventually'. I'll go get him, you stay here," said the Captain. He traipsed out the door and left Sharona alone with Randy…and about twenty other cops.

"So, how's Crystal, the wallet model," Sharona asked sarcastically.

"She's great! Thanks for asking," Disher said equally sarcastically.

"Oh, so you two are still an item?" she asked, smiling.

"Well, for your information, we decided to break up. We didn't have time for each other, our work always got in the way, but we're still friends."

"Right," Sharona said, trying not to laugh. "So does that mean that you're free on Friday night?"

Disher looked at her with complete surprise on his face and said, "What?"

Okay, here she goes, it's now or never. "Are you free on Friday night, from 7:30 to 10:00? Benjy's going to his first school dance, and I was invited to be a chaperone. I need a date."

Disher exhaled and said, "S-sure. I'd love to be your date—I mean, uh, sure no big deal."

Sharona smiled and said, "Meet me and Benjy at my house by 7:00pm."

The Captain burst through the doorway, dragging Monk along with him. He looked at Disher and said, "What are you smiling about?"

"Me? I'm not smiling."

The Captain eyed him suspiciously and said, "Whatever. Let's just get on with the case. What do you think Monk?"

"I think that Disher was smiling."

"Not about that Monk! About the case!"

"Oh, right," Monk said with a small smile. He had noticed a strange look on Sharona's face too, but the dead woman on the floor took his attention away from her.