Falling For You
Chapter 2
By: Kiera Kay
Sorry it took so long to update!
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Sharona lay down to sleep with a sigh, thinking about the things Monk had just said.
The fact is, she often wondered where Trevor was, coming home late every night and acting strange. But, she always ignored her feelings, convincing herself he was just…out doing…. stuff.
She turned from side to side in her bed, trying to think of anything but that. After forty minutes of tossing and turning, she headed downstairs to get a glass of water. Surprisingly, Monk was also down there, sitting somberly at the table.
He did not spot her in the shadows of the stairs as she stood watching. She finally walked down the last step and surprised him for a second.
"Hey, Ya know breakfast isn't till six," she stated sarcastically.
He looked up at her and nodded his head, "I…couldn't sleep."
"Me either."
She took a seat next to him at the table, and fixed her baby blue pajamas, "Adrian, I'm…sorry about snapping at you…it's just-"
"I know," he replied quietly, nodding his head. There were a few moments of silence…
"You want something to drink?"
"I'm fine."
He was acting more bitter around her then usual and it worried her that he might be keeping something in, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He replied with frown.
"Adrian…you can tell me."
He looked up at Sharona again, and this time felt a sense of security, like he used to feel when she was around.
"Today is the anniversary of the day Trudy and I met."
Sharona's heart broke in half for him, seeing the pain in his eyes, "Adrian…. I."
"I usually go visit her grave…but I visited it before I left…. I don't know, it's just usually a very sad day for me…I don't wanna talk about it."
Sharona's smile turned into a frown and she sympathetically placed her hand on his back, "I know it's hard for you." She leaned into him and gave him a caring hug. He took in the fruit-filled scent of her hair, and placed his arms around her. They separated a few moments later, a small tear in the corner of Monk's eye.
"Thank You, Sharona."
"Anytime."
"I think I'm going to go to bed now."
"Okay, night." Sharona whispered as her eyes followed him up the stairs.
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A few days had past while Monk was in New Jersey. He and Sharona had caught up on things that had been going on, it felt like old times again.
Monk had left that Sunday, saying goodbye to Sharona and Benjy had been hard, but he got through it, and he arrived back in San Francisco okay.
Two weeks past since he came home, but little did he know, things were about to change…
Monk and Natalie were sitting in his living room on a rainy Thursday, not really doing anything. Business had been slow lately, not enough crimes apparently…
"Mr. Monk, how do you want your sandwich, sliced diagonally or down the middle?" Natalie shouted to him from the kitchen.
"Diag…. down the ….no diagonally, yes, diagonally is good."
He glanced out the window for a split second and to his surprise; a figure ran by, soaking wet.
He questioned himself on whether he was seeing things, but then again, he never sees things. He got up to go look out the front door. He pulled it open and there, right before his eyes was Sharona.
She was soaking wet, her hair flattened out like a sheet of paper. She was crying softly to herself.
"Sharona?"
She looked up at him and tried to pull herself together. The rain had increased and it was down pouring. He did not know what to do so he invited her in.
She was still crying, so he considerately put his arms around her, getting himself soaking wet in the process.
He sat down in the plastic covered chair next to him, feeling it would be perfect as they were both drenched now. He brought her down with him and there she sat, on his lap with her head leant into his chest. Gently, Monk stroked her hair and held her close to her. She was shivering from the cold and was still crying.
As she started to get herself together, he let go and looked down at how wet they both were.
From the kitchen, Natalie watched carefully through the doorway, hiding herself so she would not bother them.
"Sharona, what happened?"
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A cliffhanger! Yes, I hate when other people write cliffhangers too, but I felt this chapter needed one! Review!
