The Grocery Store
Chapter 4
By: Kiera Kay
A/N- I always run out of things to say other thank thanks for the reviews. Maybe I should tell a joke like…. what due Lawyers wear to court?
A law suit! Get it! Haha…I know corny right?
Onto the story… and this is the last chapter
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"Hello, It's Adrian…Monk."
"Hey Adrian, How are ya?" Gail asked in her think New Jersey accent.
"I'm well, yes…. I'm very well. Is…. Sharona there?"
"Yea hold on." Gail walked into the guest bedroom and found Sharona sitting on the bed, reading a book, "Phone…. here…. It's Adrian."
Her heart fluttered when hearing his name: she carefully fixed her hair and crossed her legs Indian style, as if he could see her, "Hello?"
"Hi Sharona, It's me…. Adrian…Monk. I just wanted to let you know that I called Benjy and he's coming home in two days. I have everything arranged for him."
"Oh My God Adrian thank you so much, really."
"Your welcome and about the…. divorce papers…. I'll talk to the captain, maybe we could put a restraining order on him or something…."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Sharona said, still having a sense of awkwardness in her voice. They both were silent for a moment, making it even more uncomfortable.
"Okay…well bye…"
"Adrian wait," she said quickly cutting him off, "I forgot to tell you…. I left a…. sweater at your house…I think. Well I can't find it, so would it be okay if I come over and look for it?"
Monk thought about it for a second and responded, "Yes. That's fine."
They said their good-byes and hung up the phone. Monk pondered on what she had said, something was just not right…
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About half and hour later, Sharona had arrived at his house. She was wearing her best clothes and had her hair up in a ponytail.
She did not know why she was getting all dresses up to got to his house, she never use
to before.
God did she hate how she could never figure out her feelings.
She had knocked on the door and gone in, and he had been sitting in his chair, reading the paper. She went on to look for the sweater, and Monk had curiously followed her into the guest room.
He watched her look all around, up, down, side to side, in every drawer, under the bed.
No Luck.
"Sharona." Monk finally said after about fifteen minutes.
She turned around to face him and gave him a small smile, "Yea?"
"You didn't really lose a sweater did you?"
"Adrian, whadaya talkin' about? Why would I have come over here?" She said in her thick New Jersey accent. She looked at him awkwardly. He stared back with that knowing smile of his and she gave in.
"No, I didn't." She looked at her feet in order to avoid his eyes.
"So, why'd you make it up?"
"I dunno…. I…"
He stood there quietly, like a little kid listening to a story.
"I wanted to come over."
He was stunned by her answer. She actually needed an excuse to come over! Things had really changed since they were last together, "Sharona…. you don't need an excuse…"
"I didn't really know what kind of…terms we were on. Are we just friends, am I your assistant again…. I just…." She stuttered off. These past few days she had been stuttering more and more in front of him.
"I understand. Sharona…of course I want you to be my assistant again, I mean…I can't live without you…literally."
She laughed at his comment and composed her self to stand up straight, "I'll be here tomorrow at nine."
He shook his head and led her to the doorway, "See you tomorrow."
"Yea." She responded. She walked down the front steps and waved to him as he closed the door. She started to walk away when her legs suddenly led her back to the front door, and before she knew it, there she was knocking on his door again.
He opened it with a questioned look on his face.
"Adrian, there's one more thing I have to tell you…."
"What? What is it?"
She looked him straight in his eyes and licked her lips.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be doing this, telling him her true feelings. There was no book to follow. She knew he wouldn't understand and she was probably ruining a great thing she had going for her, but she did not care: she already messed everything else up.
"Over the past two days I've been thinking…a lot…. And," There she went with that stuttering problem, "Well the other night, when you were…. holding me and telling me everything was going to be okay…. I realized…that I felt so safe and so…good. I've never felt that way before, with anyone really and…. I just wanted to tell you, that…it was a really special thing to me…and…"
He started at her intensely and it scared her a bit, she wanted to runaway, but she knew that would scare him.
She looked in his eyes and tried to figure out what he was thinking, but failed.
"Um, ya know what…never mind…uh, bye." She turned around to walk away when he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I feel the same way."
Wow! That was the thing she least expected to hear come out of his mouth. Her eyes got wide and an unsure smile formed on her face….
"I was hoping you'd come back for that sweater." He joked. He took her hands and embraced them with his. Slowly, he pulled her closer until her face was a few centimeters away from his, "Let's just take it slow."
She nodded her head and as she closed her eyes, moved in for a soft kiss. His hands fiddled with the bottom of her shirt as she smiled when he pulled away, "Don't say it…"
She smiled and said it anyway, "Thank you."
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NEW A/N- this is the end. Yes, I know I said it wasn't before but it is now. I've started a new story and decided to leave this one where it is. Maybe if you guys encourage me I'll write like a sequel or something. Hope you enjoyed this, a new story up VERY soon.
Kiera Kay.