Mr. Monk takes a Break
A/N: Okay, so nobody guessed the guest star right...oh well.
Part 8:
Adrian, Natalie, and Julie were on their way to the movie theater. In Adrian's opinion, it was the worst time of his life...
"Natalie! Natalie, that was a stop sign!" Adrian shouted.
"Adrian, I know what it was. I stopped."
"No, you yielded."
"I stopped." Natalie growled.
"At a stop sign, you have to stop for at leastthree seconds. Stop! Stop!" He yelled as they came to another stop sign. Natalie screeched to a halt.
"Adrian, would you be quiet! I'm not going to listen to this the whole trip!"
Adrian nodded. He looked out the window as Natalie began to move again.
"Mom, are we almost there?" Julie asked from the backseat.
"Yes, we are."
"The light is yellow! Slow down!" Adrian screamed and pointed to the yellow light. Once again, Natalie stopped quickly. They were all brought forward by the sudden stop.
Natalie picked up her purse and struck Adrian with it. Adrian attempted to shield himself, but failed.
"Now, look what you did." Adrian muttered trying to flatten his hair that the purse de-perfected.
"Adrian, will you just count the cars or something and shut up?" Natalie asked hysterically.
Adrian nodded again. He did as his nurse told him too. He counted the cars, but he annoyed his nurse by grunting or fidgeting every time she did something wrong.
At long last they arrived at the movies. Julie happily ran into the large building, while Natalie walked with Adrian. It took a while to them to get inside because Adrian kept dodging the litter on the ground. Finally they went inside. Adrian scanned the place.
"Come on Adrian, let's get some snacks." Natalie suggested.
He shook his head.
"You're going to get something. I'll pay for it. This is your break, Adrian." She reminded him.
"Okay." He followed her. It couldn't be too bad. She was paying.
They walked up to the snack booth.
"Can I help you?" A young, attractive man asked.
"Could I have a large tub of popcorn, a medium coke, and a crunch bar? Julie pick out a snack." She added as the man pushed buttons on the cash register.
Julie peered into the candy stand. "I'll have a large bag of M&Ms and a Sprite."
Natalie sighed and slowly turned to Adrian. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." He replied
"Adrian, get something." pleaded Natalie.
Adrian turned to the man. "Do you have any Sierra Springs?"
"No, sir. We have Aquafina."
Adrian stared. "I can't do this." He turned around and began to leave. Natalie grabbed his arm.
"Excuse me," She said to the man. "Adrian, what is wrong with you?"
"They don't have Sierra Springs." He said nervously.
"So what! You won't die if you don't have Sierra Springs. Get the water they have and some candy."
Adrian looked at the candy stand. "I don't like candy." He said stubbornly.
Natalie grabbed his shoulders and looked into Adrian's troubled eyes. "How do you know, if you never tried it?"
Adrian closed his eyes. "Okay." He mumbled.
Natalie smiled. "Now, go pick out a candy."
Adrian looked into the candy stand while Natalie told the kid to get the Aquafina.
"Mr. Monk, what are you gonna get?"
"What did you get?"
"M&Ms."
"I'll have M&Ms then."
The boy nodded and rang up the total while the other workers got their food.
"$13.75." The man said.
"Wait! I have to get one more thing."
"What now, Adrian?"
Adrian leaned toward her. "13 is a bad number."
"Oh, stop," She said to him. "Can I get an extra small tub please?"
When they had all their supplies, and they purchased tickets to a horror movie called The Place, they walked into the dark, cool room.
When they found their spot, Adrian began to wrap his towels all over his seat and he sat down. They fell quiet as the movie started.
Adrian reluctantly sipped at his water and made a disgusted face. Then he slowly opened the bag of M&Ms. He slowly put a blue one into his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. He began to suck on it. It wasn't bad. In fact, he thought it was pretty good.
In the middle of the movie, Adrian decided he wasn't interested in it anymore. He already figured out what was going to happen. He looked around the movie theater to see if he recognized anybody. His eyes stopped on a familiar person.
Harold.
Adrian narrowed his eyes and glared at the crazy man. He was here with his wife. Why was he here? What did he want? 'Calm down, Monk. He doesn't know you're here.' That still didn't stop the strong dislike and paranoia pumping through the detective's body. He reached over and grabbed Natalie.
"Adrian, what is it!" She whispered.
Adrian pointed to Harold. Natalie stared at him, trying to comprehend who he was. Her eyes suddenly widened.
"That's the guy I lost that election to. He's the one you hate!" She said.
"Exactly!" What is he doing here?"
"Adrian, he's probably watching the movie like everyone else is."
"Maybe."
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Stop being so paranoid and watch the movie."
"I don't want to watch the movie."
"Watch it anyway. It's almost over."
"Shhhh!" Said an angry man from behind them. Adrian spun around in his seat when he felt spittle on the back of his neck.
"Hey! Don't be so rude. Cover your mouth when you a shushing somebody!" He whispered angrily. The man looked at Adrian as though he was crazy and he sat back into his seat. Adrian felt Natalie nudge him in his ribs. He looked at her to see she was smiling, so he smiled back.
The three companions walked outside. Adrian kept his candy, and threw away half of the water he had. He was claiming he had a headache because of the it.
To everyone's surprise, Captain Stottlemeyer was standing next to Natalie's car. She immediately folded her arms. Julie smiled, and Adrian just stared.
Stottlemeyer walked over to Adrian. "I'm sorry, man." He said seriously. A long pause went by. Adrian nodded and smiled. "Apology accepted."
"Now that this is settled, what do you want?" Natalie said grudgingly.
"Stephan told us about the boy's biological father. He said it was not possible that this Corey would know anything, but we might be able to find out something. Will you come with me?" He asked Adrian. Adrian immediately nodded.
Natalie barged into the situation. "You said he needed a break!"
"Well, he can have the whole day tomorrow off, okay?"
"Fine. Go then."
Adrian turned to Natalie. "Thank you for the movie. Don't worry, tomorrow will be better."
"I dunno Adrian, all I have to do tomorrow is go to the store."
"Fine. I'll go with you."
Alright. See you then.
Adrian nodded and left with Stottlemeyer.
The whole trip over, Adrian tried not to do anything that would agitate Stottlemeyer.
They finally arrived at Corey's house. Stottlemeyer knocked. He answered.
"Can I help you?" He said kindly.
"I'm with the SFPD. May we come in?"
"Oh, yes. Sure." He moved aside to let them in.
"Oh, this is Adrian Monk. He's my private consultant."
"Nice to meet you." He said. He shook their hands. Adrian was reluctant to, so since he had no wipes he quietly wiped his hand on his jacket.
"We need to ask a few questions."
"No problem sir. Do you want anything to drink?"
"No thanks."
"How about you, Mr. Monk?"
Adrian shook his head.
Stottlemeyer and Corey sat down, but Adrian remained standing.
"Am I in any trouble here?" Corey asked.
"No, sir. I just need to ask a few questions."
"What questions do you have?"
"You know about your ex-wife's murder?"
Corey's face fell as he nodded. "I never thought someone could kill her. She was pregnant too." He said sadly.
"Well, we talked to Stephan, her husband. He says that you haven't seen your son since he was a year old. He didn't mention your ex-wife. Have you seen her recently?"
"No, sir. I really had no intention to see her."
"What about your kid?"
"This is going to sound horrible, but I never really wanted a kid. But, just for the record, I do pay child support."
"So, where were you the night when Kathy was murdered."
"I suppose I was here, looking through pictures. I'm a photographer."
Stottlemeyer nodded and went back to the subject of his son. "Okay, so what's with this rumor about you hating your son?"
"I don't hate him. Everyone just assumed theat because I left."
"Why did you leave?"
"I didn't care back then. I just wasn't ready for the responsibility. I asked for a second chance, but she never gave it to me. I had to move on."
"May I have a look in your room?" Adrian asked suddenly.
"Sure. I have nothing to hide. Let me show you were it is."
Corey led them to his bedroom. Adrian began to look around. There were pictures of Jesus, some other pictures on his night stand and on the wall. They were pictures of scenery and of people. There was his camera, a television, and other possessions. Adrian realized he still had a headache and he wanted to leave.
"Nice room." Stottlemeyer said.
"Thank you. Hey, am I a suspect in this?"
Stottlemeyer shook his head. "No, sir. We just wanted to ask a few questions. Thank you for your time."
"Your welcome." Corey shook their hands again. And Adrian wiped his hand off.
They left the house.
"Why did you automatically write him off?" Adrian asked.
"Because he had no desire to see his son or ex-wife after he moved on. He had an alibi and no visible motive."
Adrian nodded. "Please take me home."
"Alright, Adrian."
Stottlemeyer quickly took Adrian home. When Adrian was home, he cleaned, cooked himself dinner, and watched TV. At 8:00 he still had a headache so he gave up and went to bed.
A/N: I know what you guys are thinking...Harold really played no part...don't worry. He will next chapter:) Hope you all enjoyed this longer chapter. Take care!
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