Ch 11- Not so bad
Author: Kiera Kay
A/N getting sorta close to the end! I know it's sad but ANOTHER big surprise coming soon! Read and Review!
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Sharona stepped off the airplane with Benjy beside her. The three hour trip was long and quite sad frankly, flying away from their hometown. Sharona could not get her mind off Monk's face. It looked so unhappy that it almost looked unreal. She never wanted to see his face like that again.
The time difference was getting to the two of them and they were tiring easily. They collected all their bags from the luggage claim and grabbed a taxi.
"Mom, I wanna go home," Benjy wined looking down.
"So do I honey, you don't know how much I do," Sharona said biting her tongue, crying was not an option.
The taxi ride was silent, not one word was said by anyone. They drove into Paterson, NJ, down Cumberland avenue and pulled up at house 226. This was it, a grungy old two floor house the pair would be spending the next six months in, with an ill lady.
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A few hours passed. Sharona was unpacked in her room and Benjy in his. Neither of them said a word to their Aunt Minn except for a quick "hello, how are you?" Sharona prepared dinner and they all ate in peace. The phone rang in the middle of their meal and she REALLY did not want to answer it knowing it was Monk, but she had to.
"Hello?" She sighed through the line.
"Hi, it's me," Monk replied sincerely.
Sharona did not respond wiping a small tear away from her eye.
"Sharona?"
"Yea, I'm here,' she sniffled.
"Sharona, please don't cry we'll get use to it, we really have to think of it more as a vacation."
"I guess," she whispered.
"How are thing out there," he asked quickly changing the subject. He had to be the stronger one now.
"Bad. I hate it. Everything is close together and there is a lot of crime..."
"I'm sure you'll get use to it. When do you start your new job?" he asked choking as he thought of her being some other guys' assistant. Her job was made for him and only for him.
"Tomorrow, look I gotta go this is long distance, I love you."
"I love you too."
"Bye," she said savoring the moment.
"Who was that?" Aunt Minn asked Benjy.
"Mom's boyfriend Mr. Monk, she misses him so much." ********************
It was Friday morning and Sharona's first day at work. Did she wanna go? Hell no. She would much rather be in San Francisco with Monk, but as her mom always said, "Life's Life for ya, deal with it and it might turn out to be something good."
She pulled her Aunt's station wagon out of the driveway and drove down River Street to the inner city. Passing the Paterson falls on the way; she reminded to take Benjy there someday. She pulled up to her small office building a block down from the Roma club. If she did not have a boyfriend that is where she would be spending all her time. She carelessly pushed open the squeaky door to the very small building. Inside was a man in his 40's with light brown hair.
"Hi, I'm Sharona Fleming; I'm here for my job." She almost said a little too proudly.
"Oh, right Sharon how are you?" he said carelessly, not even looking at her.
"Sharona," she corrected him.
"Yes, yes well your office is the third door to the right and your boss, Sean, two doors to the left."
"Thanks," Sharona replied uneasily. It had been five minutes and already it didn't feel like she fit in here. She popped into Sean's office trying to make a good impression. He was sitting there quietly, hard at work. He was a man in his thirties, with curly brown hair and brown eyes she assumed. If she did not have Monk, this would so be her next choice. "STOP THINKING THAT!" she told herself, "You have a boyfriend."
"Excuse me, do you need something?" Sean asked spinning around in his chair.
"Hi, I'm Sharona you new assistant."
"Oh right, I'm so glad to finally meet you," he said his voice soft and crisp.
"Thanks, same to you." She said with a sweet smile. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad.
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Monk scrubbed away helplessly on his bathroom sink. It was seven a.m. there in San Francisco. He had been doing this all night, he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He even though he was hearing footsteps.
"Who's there," Monk said not really believing anyone was there.
"Monk it's me," he heard Stottlemeyers gruff voice say.
"Hi," he said scrubbing harder, "I'm in here."
"What are you doing...oh cleaning."
"What else?"
"Monk, me and everyone at the office are worried about you, you're not answering your phone...are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"Good as new," he said sprightly but sarcastically.
"Monk, get a hold of yourself. Try to think about something else."
"I CAN'T CAPTAIN!!" he burst and tried to regain his breath but resulted in him throwing the scrubbing brush on the hard wood floor, "I don't know how she does it to me, I miss her so much."
"The get your ass out to New Jersey to be with her!"
"I can't you guys need me to much." He sighed.
"We can spare you for six months...why don't you go out, see what happens. Then maybe you'll even come back engaged," Stottlemeyer said with a wink.
Monk jerked his head up in joy. He had a brilliant idea.
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Author: Kiera Kay
A/N getting sorta close to the end! I know it's sad but ANOTHER big surprise coming soon! Read and Review!
********************************************************************
Sharona stepped off the airplane with Benjy beside her. The three hour trip was long and quite sad frankly, flying away from their hometown. Sharona could not get her mind off Monk's face. It looked so unhappy that it almost looked unreal. She never wanted to see his face like that again.
The time difference was getting to the two of them and they were tiring easily. They collected all their bags from the luggage claim and grabbed a taxi.
"Mom, I wanna go home," Benjy wined looking down.
"So do I honey, you don't know how much I do," Sharona said biting her tongue, crying was not an option.
The taxi ride was silent, not one word was said by anyone. They drove into Paterson, NJ, down Cumberland avenue and pulled up at house 226. This was it, a grungy old two floor house the pair would be spending the next six months in, with an ill lady.
**********************************
A few hours passed. Sharona was unpacked in her room and Benjy in his. Neither of them said a word to their Aunt Minn except for a quick "hello, how are you?" Sharona prepared dinner and they all ate in peace. The phone rang in the middle of their meal and she REALLY did not want to answer it knowing it was Monk, but she had to.
"Hello?" She sighed through the line.
"Hi, it's me," Monk replied sincerely.
Sharona did not respond wiping a small tear away from her eye.
"Sharona?"
"Yea, I'm here,' she sniffled.
"Sharona, please don't cry we'll get use to it, we really have to think of it more as a vacation."
"I guess," she whispered.
"How are thing out there," he asked quickly changing the subject. He had to be the stronger one now.
"Bad. I hate it. Everything is close together and there is a lot of crime..."
"I'm sure you'll get use to it. When do you start your new job?" he asked choking as he thought of her being some other guys' assistant. Her job was made for him and only for him.
"Tomorrow, look I gotta go this is long distance, I love you."
"I love you too."
"Bye," she said savoring the moment.
"Who was that?" Aunt Minn asked Benjy.
"Mom's boyfriend Mr. Monk, she misses him so much." ********************
It was Friday morning and Sharona's first day at work. Did she wanna go? Hell no. She would much rather be in San Francisco with Monk, but as her mom always said, "Life's Life for ya, deal with it and it might turn out to be something good."
She pulled her Aunt's station wagon out of the driveway and drove down River Street to the inner city. Passing the Paterson falls on the way; she reminded to take Benjy there someday. She pulled up to her small office building a block down from the Roma club. If she did not have a boyfriend that is where she would be spending all her time. She carelessly pushed open the squeaky door to the very small building. Inside was a man in his 40's with light brown hair.
"Hi, I'm Sharona Fleming; I'm here for my job." She almost said a little too proudly.
"Oh, right Sharon how are you?" he said carelessly, not even looking at her.
"Sharona," she corrected him.
"Yes, yes well your office is the third door to the right and your boss, Sean, two doors to the left."
"Thanks," Sharona replied uneasily. It had been five minutes and already it didn't feel like she fit in here. She popped into Sean's office trying to make a good impression. He was sitting there quietly, hard at work. He was a man in his thirties, with curly brown hair and brown eyes she assumed. If she did not have Monk, this would so be her next choice. "STOP THINKING THAT!" she told herself, "You have a boyfriend."
"Excuse me, do you need something?" Sean asked spinning around in his chair.
"Hi, I'm Sharona you new assistant."
"Oh right, I'm so glad to finally meet you," he said his voice soft and crisp.
"Thanks, same to you." She said with a sweet smile. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad.
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Monk scrubbed away helplessly on his bathroom sink. It was seven a.m. there in San Francisco. He had been doing this all night, he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He even though he was hearing footsteps.
"Who's there," Monk said not really believing anyone was there.
"Monk it's me," he heard Stottlemeyers gruff voice say.
"Hi," he said scrubbing harder, "I'm in here."
"What are you doing...oh cleaning."
"What else?"
"Monk, me and everyone at the office are worried about you, you're not answering your phone...are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"Good as new," he said sprightly but sarcastically.
"Monk, get a hold of yourself. Try to think about something else."
"I CAN'T CAPTAIN!!" he burst and tried to regain his breath but resulted in him throwing the scrubbing brush on the hard wood floor, "I don't know how she does it to me, I miss her so much."
"The get your ass out to New Jersey to be with her!"
"I can't you guys need me to much." He sighed.
"We can spare you for six months...why don't you go out, see what happens. Then maybe you'll even come back engaged," Stottlemeyer said with a wink.
Monk jerked his head up in joy. He had a brilliant idea.
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