A/N: I'm so excited! There's only six days (close to five! squeals excitedly) until I leave on my missions trip! Which means, no updates for two weeks. Sorry guys. And even though I have the next chapter written, it still takes time to type it. And this week is just too hectic, sorry. But don't worry, I know exactly where this story is going (almost). And just wait until chapter six! It's gonna rock! For one reason (that I can actually give out) I'm planning on writing in two hilarious characters from two different movies. Just wait and read! Ooh. . .I hate to give things away but. . .one character likes to think of himself as "the cure for the common man", and the other plays with his hair while working at a bar. There! It was killing me! And those hints were pretty obvious (if you saw the movies or the online movie clips). snaps fingers I know! How about another contest? Whoever reviews me the fastest with the correct answer can make a guest appearance in a chapter. Or can help me write one. Winner's choice. But enough chit-chat! On to the shout outs!

Amymimi: Aww shucks! You're making me blush! Thanks for reviewing!

Monker: I don't know, not many people are for it. I fell like those of us that are for Adrain/Natalie romance, are in the minority. And I'm glad you like my little concept. And thanks for reviewing, too!

Spelling Mistake: Yet again, I love your name! It's so creative and inventive! Thanks for taking time to read and review my story. And you're very welcome.

Gamechamp85: Was this quick enough? Lol! I also thank you for R&Ring.

bringirl2001: Um. . .I agree! Natalie is a cutie (that seemed to come out wrong. . .), Monk never does get a chance at happiness, and I do hope that the writers have Monk and Natalie grow closer. And I thank you, too for reviewing!

Now, on to chapter three!

Chapter Four: Plan B - Be Her Best Friend

I stood there for the longest time after she left staring at the door and trying to figure out what would posses me to say such a thing. Was I just being her friend and trying to protect her, or was there another reason behind it? Either, way, I still needed to get on with the plan. I took a quick look at the wall clock. 10:29. . .she should be home by now. I thought. I walked over to the kitchen phone and shyly reached for the receiver and gently pushed the numbers. Then I timidly placed the phone to my ear. My heart started racing for a reason unknown to me.

One ring. . .

Two. . .

Three-

"Hello?" I heard a young girl's voice answer.

"He-hello Julie? This is Adrian - Adrian Monk."

"I know, Mr. Monk," She replied. "I guessed it was you 'cause Mom came in about twenty minutes ago looking like she was really ticked."

"Oh. . ."

"I mean really ticked."

"Julie-"

"She looked so ticked, I had to make sure she didn't break the doors in our house!"

I sighed. "Thank you for that vital piece of information." I told her. This whole conversation was not helping matters any.

"You're welcome," she said cheerfully. "Anyway, I figured the only one that could make her that mad would be you. And since you're an old fashioned guy, I had figured that you would call."

"Old fashioned?" I asked the girl quizzically. "How did you know that?"

"Mom told me about Vegas." She replied without missing a beat.

I sighed and shook my head. "Di-did she say anything to you?"

"All she said was 'How dare he tell me how to run my life? Who does he think he is anyway, my father?' Then she ran up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her." Julie told me, yelling out her mother's quote.

"Do. . .do you think she's calm enough to talk to me now?" I held my breath in, in hopes that Julie would say yes.

"I don't know, Mr. Monk. Its like I said, she was pretty mad."

I let out the breath I was holding and begged with the child. "Please Julie? This is extremely important!"

Julie sighed in a way that reminded me of Natalie. Must be passed down through generations. . . I thought. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." After that, I heard Julie run up the stairs and (after some fuss) I heard Natalie's voice.

"Look Mr. Monk–" She began, but I cut her off.

"Natalie, I. . .I apologize." I couldn't believe I was apologizing to her. I wasn't the one that went out with a person that I only just met. I'm not the one that yelled at a friend for being concerned. But I was the one that did interfere with her life. Or at least, I gave her the impression that I had.

"I think that we. . .we got off on the wrong foot. . .I-I mean since the day we met." Unknown to the angry woman on the other end I smiled. "From now on, you can call me Adrian. And also, I promise, from now on, to not interfere with your personal life. . .that is unless I feel like your life is in danger." There was a long pause. A long, silent pause that seemed to go on forever.

"Mr Monk–"

"Please, Natalie, call me Adrian."

"Fine," she sighed, but it wasn't an annoyed sigh, it was as if she was getting weight off of her.

"Adrian. . .I'm glad you called. I was going to call and apologize myself. . .but I didn't know what to say. At first, I was going to call to. . .to quit, but I had a talk with Julie and she convinced me that you were only looking out for my well being.

"Its me who should be apologizing to you. I'm sorry Mr. Mo–. . .uh, Adrian. Will forgive me and let me continue to work for you?"

I can't believe this! I thought in shock and awe. She's actually saying these words? Plan B seems to be coming along well! "Of course I forgive you. And as for working for me. . .you can't."

"What?" She yelled. "Why not? I thought you wanted me to work for you!"

"Would you pah-lease let me finish?" I cleared my throat and began to explain myself. "I want us to work as a team. From now on, you're not my assistant, but my partner. . .and my friend."

"Aw, Adrian! That's so sweet of you!"

Just then, another idea hit me. . .

"Maybe you and I could go. . .out and celebrate our new partnership?" I asked. My cheeks suddenly reddened at the realization of what I had just asked her. "And, uh, Julie can co-come too. . .if you like." With my free hand, I slapped my forehead. What am I doing?

"Hmm. . .that sounds like a great idea!" Came the reply from the other end. "How about tomorrow night? I know this great clean place that even you will love."

I agreed and (after our good-byes) hung up the phone as slowly as I had picked it up. I stood there, grinning like I had just won the lottery. Then, a memory about how my neighbor Kevin once won the lottery wiped my face of my grin and it was replaced by a disgusted look. Much like how I look after someone shakes my hand, or coughs on me, or near me. Or–

I gasped. "I've got to call Disher." I reached for the phone (quickly this time) and (almost literally) punched the number pad, then placed the phone to my ear.

"Disher," Came a voice after a few minutes.

"Lieutenant, good. I need to tell you something."

"Monk? How'd you get my cell number?"

"That's not. . .important," I told him. "I-I have a problem. . ."

He sighed, much like Natalie. Why can't I get her off my mind?

"What now?"

"I-I think I may have made a date with Natalie. . ."