A/N: Hey I'm back! I hope you all like this next chapter! But now to the shout outs!

Monker: Monk, a charmer?. . .Now that you mention it, he can be quite the ladies man! ;-) Lol! Sorry about the confusion with the last chapter title. And I do try not to waste my time. ;-)

WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc: Thanks, and here you go!

Illyria639: Aw, thanks! Yep, it seems like Hitch is the only who can help our poor Monk.

Katydidit: LOL! You cooed? And you have said you love the story. And yet, I don't grow tired of it. . .

bringirl2001: You're right about Adrian and Natalie. Lol! Most defintley!

future cop: Thanks! I'm glad you loved the crossover.

And of course, to all those who read the story but did not review: Thanks!

Now, on to the long-awaited chapter!

Chapter Seven: The Date Part Two - Of A Confession and A Kiss
Once we got to the resturant and stepped out of the limo, Natalie was shocked to see that I held the door open for her - without a wipe in my hand.

We were led to our table by a waiter with a name tag that read "Lance".

"Lance" also kept looking at me strangley.

When we sat down at our table, "Lance" gave us each a menu. Before he retreated, he bent down and whispered something in Natalie's ear that made her giggle uncontrolably. I laughed a little and asked, "Wha-what's so funny?"

She shook her head and her hands. "You don't want to know." She said in between giggles.

"Why not?"

She sighed and and said, "Fine. I'll tell you. But I warned you." She paused a second as if she was trying to gather her self. "That waiter there was my friend Lance. He just told me that. . .that he thinks your a hunk and approves of my taste in men." She seemed to blush a crimson red at the last sentence.

"Oh. . ." I said.

Just then, Lance came back with a notepad in hand. "Is the cute couple ready to order?" Natalie nodded and began to give Lance her order. I was busy watching her that I didn't notice when Lance asked me what I wanted.

When I finnally was snapped out of my thoughts by Natalie gently tapping my hand.

After I gave Lance my order and he left, I resumed my staring. Natalie smiled at me. "What's wrong?" She rubbed her face with her napkin. "Do I have something on my face?"

I slowly shook my head no. "I was just. . .admiring your beauty."

Yes! I I did it!

I watched her blush purfusly. "Tha-thanks Adrian."

Now she's the one stuttering! Wow! I must be better than I thought.

I cleared my throat and decided now was a good a time as any. I reached across the table and took Natalie's hands in mine. She looked down at my hands in surprise and than back at me. "Natalie. . .there's something I need to tell you. . ." I took a breath. "I. . .I. . .I lo-"

"Hate to interrupt your little moment," A voice behind me said. I turned around to see Lance was back with our drinks. "But I can't hold this tray forever." He placed the tray on the edge of the table and put two wine glasses in front of us both. "Don't worry, the wine is on the house." He poured wine into Natalie's glass and strated to pour some in mine, but Natalie stopped him.

"Uh, Lance, Adrian doesn't drink."

"But it's just one glass of wine." He insisted. "And it barley has any alcohol in it. Cough syrup has more alcohol in it than this entire bottle of wine!"

"It doesn't matter," Natalie said. "One little sip and he's gone."

Lance seemed steamed, but he backed off. "I'll be back with water for. . ." He clenched his teeth together and looked at me angrily. "For the gentleman." He walked off, leaving me and Natalie alone again.

"Now, what were you going to say?" Natalie asked me.

I choked. I could just tell her later. . .

"Um. . .it's not important. . .I'll. . .I'll tell you later."

It was later that night. Our dinner had consisted of mainly small talk until. . .

"You know, this reminds me of the first time Mitch brought me here." She began. I had sat there listening attentivley.

"It was for our fith wedding anniversary. He did everything to make me feel special, he even rented a limo." She smiled as if she was reliving a memory. Then her smile slowly dissapeared. "Just. . .like. . .you did. . ."

After that, we didn't say anything. . .at all. Even the ride in the limo was quieter than a cemetary at night.

When the limo was parked, I stepped out and offered Natalie my hand to help her out. She grasped my hand and I gently pulled her out of the limo.

I escorted her to the door and (before she could go inside) I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Natalie wait," She turned around and looked at me. "That thing I wanted to tell you at dinner was. . .was. . .I. . .I think I'm. . .in love. . ." I placed a hand on her cheek and carefully pulled her face closer. Her face was now dangerously close to mine. Natalie's face seemed to come closer to mine until her lips met mine.

After what seemed like an eternity, Natalie broke the kiss. "I think I'm in love. . .with you." I finished. I then straightened out her silver barette.

Natalie seemed confused to me. "I. . .I-I have to check on Julie." She said. She took out her keys and opened her front door. "Good night, Adrian. See you tomorrow." She gave me a little wave before she slipped back inside.

She didn't smile, she just. . .left.

I scared her off! I thought bitterly. Now what am I going to do?

I woke up the next morning, feeling like I shouldn't get out of bed - ever. I moaned and rolled over onto my side, clutching my pillow to my chest. What in the world happened to me to make me feel this misarable? I silently asked myself. I relunctantly opened my eyes to look at my bedside clock. When did it turn nine o'clock! Natalie's probably here! I jumped out of my bed and hurried to the living room. There, I saw Natalie standing. . .looking at the one picture of Trudy I left on the wall.

When Natalie brought me home from the cemetary, I put away every picture I had of Trudy except for two - The wedding picture that sat on my dresser and the one I left hanging in the living room. . .the one Natalie was looking at.

I walked closer to Natalie. I was going to say something to her something like, "Have the day off", but she turned around just then - she was. . .crying. "Adrian. . .you shouldn't have. . ." She said between sobs.

I gently rubbed her shoulder in hopes that it would console her. "I shouldn't have done what?"

She shed more tears. "You shouldn't have. . .you shouldn't have fallen for me."

I pulled her in for a hug. "Why not?"

Natalie gently pushed me away. "Because. . .because I'm getting married."

Another A/N: Cliff hanger! Suffer! (laughs manicaly)