Ok guys…I know I describe this as a romance/drama fic…and I'm sure you guys out there are beginning to ask yourself… "What about this story is supposed to be a dramatic?" Well my friends I answer that now. This is the chapter with the drama.

And I know that in Mr. Monk and the billionaire mugger and Mr. Monk meets the playboy we are given the impression that Monk can't drive very well. But in this fic he drives fine.

Author's Note: I quote some of the song from the Broadway musical hit WICKED.

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Monk was driving Natalie home. Monk began to think…and question his feeling for Natalie.

'She's so beautiful. I love her hair…and her eyes…I love her nose…I love her hands…and ears…and ear lobes. She has good ear lobes…they're the perfect size. Not to big…but not to small either.' The feeling Monk was experiencing first came to him the moment he saw Natalie at the front door. But what was it? Could Stottlemeyer be right? Could it possibly be...

"Love," Monk said under his breath.

"What did you say?" Natalie questioned.

"N-nothing"

Monk continued his thought.

'There are just so many things about her that I love…I guess…I guess I…I guess what I'm feeling…is love. At first I thought it might be puppy love…or-or a crush…but I think…I think I've fallen in love with her. I think I have finally fallen in love again.' Monk smiled inwardly when he thought this.

Monk was going through an intersection when all of the sudden…out of nowhere he heard the sound of blaring horns and the sound of tires screeching. He turned his head to the right and saw two big head lights coming strait towards them.

Monk blinked as he heard the deafening noise as the two cars impaled into one another. He felt the roof suddenly cave in and Natalie's chair run into him…causing him (and his seat) to squish into his side door. As the rest of the car all seemed to be coming to his side of the car, Monk's leg got shoved into the steering wheel and he cried out as he felt his bones brake.

And though Monk knew he was hurt…all he could think about was the person in the seat next to him. What Monk didn't realize is that in the process of the two cars hitting…Monk and Natalie's car had flipped over the hood of the other car, forcing it into the air.

When it landed, the car seemed to get evem more compact as the roof caved in even more.

Monk turned to his bloody date and whispered with all his strength, "Natalie?"

She didn't respond and Monk grew more concerned.

"Natalie?" He inquired with more hurt in his voice.

Still no response…

"Natalie come on…say something…anything…please." The last part was so faint He could barely hear it himself.

Monk reached out and grabbed his date's hand.

Just before Monk passed out…he heard the sound of some people outside of the car saying something...

"I think they're alive," Spoke one voice.

"Oh my word," Came the second.

"Somebody call 911!" The first voice said.

"IAN, IAN THE CAR'S ON FIRE!" shouted the second voice.

"We have to get them out of there," Spoke the first voice. "Ted, help me lift 'em out!"

"Be careful when you move them…they could have something broken," Said the second voice.

"Alright Marry calm down." Said a whole new voice.

"In a crash like that I wouldn't be surprised if they broke every bone in their bodies," Said the first voice. Monk was assuming it had to be Ian.

"Hey I got the girl over here…you get the fella in the drivers seat." Said the third voice, which Monk was assuming to be Ted.

"Hey Ted! …I think this guy's awake!" Ian said looking at Monk.

Monk looked up and said one thing before he passed out…

"Get…Natalie first."

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