A/N: Sorry this is so short...but I was writing, and it seemed like a good place to end the chapter. I hope to have more up this weekend, but no guarantees there.

Chapter 3: Sneaky

So, now that I've wasted an entire box of Kleenex on Adrian, of all people, I'm just going to have to wait around for him and Benjy to get back. God! What is wrong with me? I'm in love with Adrian? I don't know when that happened, or how, or even why. I mean, the man can't tie his own shoes without going into a fit of hysterics.

Okay, I know that was a low blow. He has an illness. I'm his nurse, I should know that.

Dammit! I'm not his nurse anymore. He's better. He has to be, otherwise I would've heard from him before today. I just have to wonder what suddenly cured him. Hell, for all I know, he just got sick of me and decided he was better so he wouldn't have to 'put up with Sharona anymore.'

But I don't think that's it, either. When I was going to go back to Jersey with Trevor (and what a great moment of intelligence that was), Adrian practically had a heart attack. Like I said before, he chose me to take care of him. He can't have anybody else. Even with all my imperfections, he somehow tolerates me. I don't know why, to be honest, because the most common thing we do when we're together is argue.

And yet I'm in love with him. Hey, I guess you don't get to pick, eh? I mean, he's not that bad of a guy...he's really smart, and clean, unlike most males of any species. Who knows? He just may be the Prince Charming I'm looking for.

Ooh, was that a car door? Maybe they're back. Only one way to find out.

"Back so – Randy?" What the hell is Disher doing here? I hope the captain didn't send him to see what's going on with Adrian and me. That is absolutely nobody's business.

"Hi, Sharona," he says, looking a little uncomfortable. "Can I come in?"

Nothing like being surprised to ruin your hosting duties. "Sure." He brushes past me and heads into the living room, turning and facing me.

"Sharona, I hate intruding in your personal life, but I have to ask," he starts, and I know exactly what he's going to say next. "Are you and Monk having problems? The captain called him in on a case, and we were both pretty surprised when you didn't walk in right behind him. And then Monk goes and tells us he's suddenly all better, and we were both a little more than shocked. What's going on?"

Yep, he asked the question. I guess I just have to tell him the truth (not the whole truth, mind you – he doesn't need to know about my recently discovered romantic feelings for the most neurotic man on the planet). "What can I say? He's telling the truth. Before today, the last time I talked to him was 2 weeks ago. That's when he told me he was cured."

He doesn't believe me. I can tell by the look on his face. "That doesn't make any sense. How could he just be cured? Don't things like that take time?"

"Well, yeah." I'm glad I'm not the only one having doubts about all of this. There has to be something else going on. And I'll get to the bottom of it, one way or another, no matter what I have to resort to doing.

I turn back to Disher, who's now trying to act like he's not going through my mail, but is doing a horrible job at it. "Randy." He jumps and looks at me guiltily. What a guy. I can't believe he made the police force. "I think I could use your help."