Mr. Monk takes a Break
Part 7:
Natalie walked out of the kitchen holding a cup of juice for her daughter. Halfway to the living room, she heard water running from the bathroom. She immediately knew who it was. She walked over to Julie and gave her the juice. Then she walked over to the beginning of the hallway.
"Adrian, what are you doing?" She called.
No answer.
Julie abandoned her juice and turned the corner where her mother was standing. "He's cleaning our bathroom again."
Natalie sighed and started toward the door "Adrian?"
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Adrian screamed from inside the small bathroom. Panicked, Natalie and Julie ran to the bathroom and where almost flattened by Adrian. The frightened man shot out of the bathroom and slammed into the wall, hard, almost knocking himself out.
Natalie put a shaking hand on Adrian's shoulder. He was trembling violently. "Adrian, what's wrong?"
Adrian pointed to the bathroom with a shaking finger. "S-s-SPIDER! In your bathtub. It's HUGE!"
"Oh, Adrian." Natalie said. She was thinking that the spider couldn't be too large. Adrian's fears were always exaggerated, even if it was just a tiny thing. 'Like milk." Natalie thought. She lifted herself away from the floor and walked over to the garden tub. She looked in, screamed, and jumped back.
"Oh, my gosh!" She ran out of the bathroom. Adrian looked up at her slowly.
"I told you."
Julie rolled her eyes and started to the bathroom. Adrian grabbed her leg, making the young girl almost fall on her face. "Hey!" She objected.
"Don't go in there, Julie. You're too young." Adrian gasped.
Julie wiggled her leg free from the man's grasp and started to the bathtub. She looked in on the spider. It was rather large, almost as big as her pam when it's long, hairy, black legs were spread out. She looked closer at the thing. It's whole body was black and hairy. It must have made itself larger by spreading out it's long legs, making it look more scary and dangerous. Julie, however, wasn't scared. She lifted up her leg and stomped on the spider. She only flinched when she heard the loud, crunching sound. When she lifted up her foot, she turned on the faucet and forced the dead spider down the drain. Then she bravely walked out of the bathroom, and back into the living room for her juice.
Natalie kneeled down to Adrian. He was still shaking and his eyes were closed tightly. He seemed to not be breathing. Natalie grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him roughly. "Adrian, let's go into the living room." She said.
Adrian lifted himself off the floor and followed Natalie. When they were back into the living room, Adrian flopped down on the sofa. "I thought you had this place sprayed!"
"I did. But there is always going to be a few spiders."
"Yeah. And thy are always the fat ones!"
It took Natalie fifteen minutes to calm Adrian down. When he was calm again, he stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"There he goes again." Julie sighed. She was smiling though.
"Adrian, have you thought about going to the movies?" Natalie called, suddenly remembering.
"Ummmm..." He answered.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Okay, have you thought about thinking about it?"
"Yes." He said shortly.
A pause. "Well? Are you coming with us?"
Adrian slowly walked out of the kitchen holding a paper towel. "I'll need to go to Stephan's house."
"Okay. But what does this have to do with anything?"
"I just need to reenact the scene. If you promise to be the victim, I will go to the movie theater with you tomorrow."
Natalie narrowed her eyes. Adrian and Natalie started at each other.
She gave up. "Okay!"
Adrian smiled, obviously happy at the situation. He walked back into the bathroom.
"I can't believe you gave into that Mom."
"Okay. Julie, you are Conner. Go to bed."
"What?"
"Go! Over there. To bed," He waved his hands, motioning to the back of the house. Julie didn't move.
"Go." He said one more time. Julie left. Adrian turned to Natalie. "Okay. Let's go here." They walked over to the other side of the house. Adrian stopped just outside of the crime scene room.
"Okay. I'm going to take a shower," He walked into the bathroom, looking around.
"Go into the room." Adrian said, closing the door. After a minute, he opened it up and then closed it again. Natalie stood in the room, tapping her feet.
Adrian then walked into the room holding his belt. "What are you doing? Turn around. Turn. Around."
Natalie reluctancy turned. When she did, Adrian wrapped the belt around her neck. Natalie began to struggle with him. "Adrian, what are you doing?"
"Killing you."
"Well, please take the belt away." She gasped, obviously panicked.
Adrian dropped the belt. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine. I just don't likeanything around my neck."
"I'm sorry," Adrian said, and he looked it. "Okay. You're dead. Lie on the floor." Adrian demanded, after Natalie nodded, signaling to him everything was okay.
Natalie fell to the floor. Adrian walked over to the window and pretended to climb out of it.
Natalie stood up. "What about the lights?"
"Don't worry. I already know about it."
Adrian walked past Natalie and looked outside the door to the floor. "He threw his clothes outside the bathroom door!"
"And?"
Adrian looked at Natalie, then to the ceiling. He began to wring his clean hands together.
"The killer had full access to the murder weapon," He pointed to the belt. "The belt."
"Yeah. Maybe you should tell Randy."
"Why him?" Adrian asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Because I don't want you talking to Stottlemeyer."
Adrian nodded in agreement. "I don't want to talk to him either." He said with a pained look on his face.
"Is there anything else?" Natalie asked impatiently.
Adrian thought for a moment. "No."
Natalie's jaw dropped. "That was it?" Adrian looked startled. "We came here to figure out something from a pile of clothes?"
"I guess so." Adrian said blandly.
Natalie stomped past Adrian. He looked around the room again one last time as he heard Natalie begin to yell.
"Come on Julie! We're leaving!"
Julie appeared from the back of the room. "That's it? I thought we would be here longer," She stared at Adrian as he walked into the living room. "Mr. Monk, why don't you clean or something? I'm not finished looking at this boy's room. Mom, can I meet him? He likes hockey!"
"Sure..."
"Wait!" Adrian yelled. "Did you touch any of his stuff?" Adrian screamed.
Julie looked surprised. "No. I know I'm not supposed to."
Adrian nodded.
"Anyway," Natalie began. "When the case is solved and Adrian proves Stephan is innocent, then you can meet him. And as much as Mr. Monk would like to clean, he can't because this whole house is a crime scene."
Adrian smiled sweetly. "Let's go."
The trio left the house. Natalie turned to look at Adrian. "Your impossible"
A/N: Please don't hurt me! I know that the chapter is shorter than usual. But don't worry. Chapter 8 is much longer. And look out for a special appearance next chapter. Anyone want to guess who it is? If you get it right, then I will note you special at the beginning of the chapter. :) Oh...this is going to be so cool to tell you guys. When I was at Home Depot...I looked across the room and found bottled water labeled...Sierra Springs. The same name and littlie paper thingy that wraps around the bottle...I was so psyched...that this one guy asked my stepfather if I was 13 years old...I'm 17. Anyway...I got into trouble for "not acting my age." and embarrasing my stepfather for being excited about something. Needless to say, I got my feelings hurt...bad for embarrasing somebody for being who I was...Anyway...Sierra Springs exists:D
Rach: You were wondering how Monk came up with the idea of head lice in the theater? No, it was not an excuse. It's true. I got head lice a few times just by going to the theater, because lots of times...or never...they don't clean the seats. So now I wrap towels around the seats. I had to put an experience of mine into this story. :) Well, I still can't wait for your story. Hope it comes out really soon. Thanks for the compliment again:p
Monker: Has anyone told you that you are a bit...different? LOL. Just kidding. You're great. Thank you...I don't remember anyone telling me that I wrote Monk perfectly. I got really, really good...but I don't think perfectly. Thanks! Well, I love Stottlemeyer too...but I think somebody needed to tell him off for doubting Monk all the time. That smudge! Yes...it was bothering me too...that's why it had to go. But I read your new chapter. No, I didn't know you updated. You're a nail biter? Me too:)
P.s: I didn't know any of those facts...
P.p.s.: 1: Just Between Friends
2. ?
3. Hole in One
4. Keep in Shape
5. Feeling under the Weather
6. All around the World
7. Stacked Plates? I think this one was had a typo?
8. Opposite Ends
9. ?
"I'll give you the answers...when you update! HA! Your not the only one you can leave cliffhangers!" This comment made me laugh. You got me...cliffhangers. :)
Butterfly Dancing: Dunno if you will ever see this comment...but anyway...thanks for telling me that my story was not in the right place. And thank you for saying that my story looked good. I think that maybe you should try watching Monk. 'Tis really good! You won't be disappointed...hopefully. :)
Amymimi: "Don't worry; I didn't forget about your story. How could I? It's an awesome story, and I've been watching it." Well, thank you! You're so sweet:) I haven't read the rest of your story yet. But don't worry. I'm not going to quit. It's just so exciting and funny...and not to mention...AWESOME! You are a great author yourself:)