WARNING! CHARACTER DEATH! It's not that I don't like the character. I like this character alot…. This idea has been floating around in my head, and my muse won't let it go away. USA Network owns Monk. I am a poor college student, and even if you sue me, you will only get a very temperamental car, my student loans, and two very pissed-off sugar gliders if you take them away from their mommy. The familiar characters are on the show. Alex and anyone else you don't recognize is from my devious little mind.
It was raining outside. Fierce storms had barraged the city of San Francisco for the past week, but they paled in comparison to the storms that went through Adrian Monk's head.
Dead. How can she be dead? he asked himself for the fiftieth—no, fifty-first time that day. He was so small feeling in the chair, looking at the picture. The last words she ever said to him still poured through his head.
(flashback)
She pulled off the oxygen mask, and hoarsely whispered the words. "I love you, Adrian. I always have. Just been too scared. Don't be scared. Too late."
Tears began rolling down his face. He didn't even bother wiping them away. He took her hand, kissed it, and held it to his face until the monitor let out one continuous beep. "I love you, too," he said in a choked sob. The nurse, who heard her flat-line, came in, and put her hand on his back.
"I'm sorry," she said. "She was DNR, and we couldn't do any extraordinary measures."
"I know."
"Do you want to spend some time with her, before we have to move her?" she asked.
"No, she's dead," he said, as he got up and walked down the hall. He took an elevator down to the first floor, and walked outside, numbly, in the rain.
(Present time)
It had been a week after her interment. Except for that, Adrian had not been out of his house for the whole week. He had visits from Leland, Randall, and a few other people from the police squad, but he had mostly been alone. Also, he had missed three appointments with Dr. Kroger.
A knock at his door jarred him from his reverie. Dr. Kroger stood at the door. "Adrian, how are—"
"Don't!" Adrian said, half-grunting, half-crying. His eyes held a haunted look that made the doctor step back.
"Don't what?" he said, concerned.
Adrian let out an anguished moan and covered his face. "No platitudes, no offers of sorrow. It reminds me…"
"Reminds you of what, Adrian?" Dr. Kroger asked.
"I need to sit down," Adrian whispered. Dr. Kroger took him by the arm and led him to his living room and to the couch.
A few minutes passed as Adrian sat in silence and as Dr. Kroger contemplated his next move.
"Reminds you of what?" he asked again
"Sharona."