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Chapter Eight: Aloha Oy

I stood there, staring at herin disbelief. "What?" I asked. "Bu-but you can't!"

Natalie angrily wiped her tears away and crossed her arms across her chest. "Adrain, did you think that taking me out and saying you're in love with me an-and kissing me was going to stop me from dating Danny?"

I looked down at my bare feet. "Well. . .I. . .uh. . ."

"Forget it! Just because you say you love me, doesn't mean I'm going to come falling into your arms!"

"Natalie, please. . ." I pleaded with her. "It wasn't anything like that. . .not exactly. . .I wanted to tell you because. . .because I haven't felt like this since. . .well . . .since Trudy." I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair. "Please. . .please don't marry him Natalie. . .he's not the guy for you. . ."

She harshly pulled herself out of my embrace. "No," She pointed her finger at me. "I'm going to marry him. And as far as working for you. . ." She bit her bottom lip. "I quit." She then stormed out of my apartment. . .in tears.

I couldn't believe it. . .the one woman I fell in love with since Trudy. . .was slipping through my fingers. . .

No. . .I won't have it. . .

I sat down on my living room sofa. . .almost in tears. But then. . .it hit me. . .

There was only one reason why a man would marry a woman after just knowing her a couple of days. . .

Danny's after something. . .something involving Natalie. . .

I ran to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, I rushed out and grabbed my phone of my bedside table.

"Stottlemeyer,"

"Hi, Captain. . .it's me. . .Adrian Monk."

"Yeah I know," He said gruffly. "What's wrong now, Monk?"

"I need you dig up whatever you can find on Daniel Haze."

"Why? I thought he was harmless?"

"Well. . ." I then began to explain everthing to him. . .including what happened the night before.

"Ha! I can't believe this!" He said after I told him the whole story. "Monk, you're jealous!"

"No, it's not that. . .listen, why would a man marry a woman he just met? He's after something. . .I know it. . .I can feel it. . .Captain. . .my warning signal is really going off on this one."

"Alright, fine." The captain said, giving up. "I'll get Disher to find out what ever he can about Haze, but if he doesn't find anything Monk, that's it, okay?"

"O-okay."

"Oh, and one more thing. . .David Haze was released."

"What! When? Why?"

"Last night. Something about the time Haze left the crime scene. I can't believe they let him walk! Over that!" He took a deep breath. "I gotta go, Monk."

It was then I heard a dial tone. I hung up the phone and placed it back down on my beside table. I walked over to my dresser and picked up the wedding photo. "I tried Trudy," I said to the picture. "I guess I was. . .too late. . .but I'm going to find out what Danny is after. . .and I won't mess up this time." I placed the picture carefully back down in it's original place and decided to do what I always do when I'm upset. . .

Clean.

I had never cleaned so much in my life. My house was almost as clean as when Trudy died. "There's got to be something on danny," I said to myself while I vaccumed the living room rug. "Something. . .Anything." I finished vaccuming the rug half-an-hour later. I shut off the vaccum and procedded to put it away when I heard a frantic knocking at my door. I wiped my hands on my pants leg and walked cautiously towards the door. I was about to open the door when it was suddenly kicked open.

There I saw Disher - gun in hand. When he saw me, he put his gun in it's holster and rushed over to me. "Monk, are you okay?" Before I could answer, Stottlemeyer came running in.

"Randy, I told you not to do that!"

"Sorry, Captain. But Monk could have been in danger."

"The key words here Randy are 'could have been'. Now, Monk-" He stopped in mid sentence and sniffed the air. "You've been cleaning again haven't you?"

". . .Well. . .not a lot. . ." I said sheepishly.

He sighed and placed a friendly hand on my back. "Don't worry, Monk," He told me, trying to comfort me. "As soon as she sees the dirt Disher dug up, she'll come back." I wanted to believe him, but something inside me said that Natalie wasn't going to be coming back.

As if on cue, Disher sopke up. "Turns out, Daniel Haze doesn't have a criminal record. Its spotless," He took a look around. "Much like your place here. But we have eye-witnesses saying they saw a man that looked like David Haze fleeing from the scene of Dillon Haze's murder. Twice." Disher gave a confident smile and held up two fingers.

"I knew it!" I said with a smile on my face. "That's why there was a debate about when David left - because the witnesses saw David leave then Daniel! I knew he had something to do with the murder!" I paced the floor as I thought over what Natalie had to do with this. . . "And when he found out his brother was in custody, Danny tried to get back at me. . ." A horrible thought came to my mind. "Captain, we have to go to Natalie's place. . .now."

We reached Natalie's house ten minutes later. Before it was even in park, I flung myself out of the vehicle and rushed up to her front door. I banged on the door until I thought my knuckles were going to bleed. I lowered my hand and was about to give up when I saw I note sticking out of the bottom of the door. I knelt down and with a wipe, I gently lifted the paper from it's resting place. I examined it carefully and read it. It looked like a note from. . .Julie.

I read it aloud as if. . .as if in order to believe what it said, I had to hear myself say the words.

"Dear Mr. Monk, sorry things didn't work out for you and Mom. I tried to tell her she was making a mistake marrying Danny, but she wouldn't listen to me. Me, her own daughter!

"If you're reading this, that means we've probably already left to catch a plane to Hawaii. I know you don't like planes, Mr. Monk, but please, if you care at all about me and Mom, you'd catch the next plane to Hawaii and stop the wedding. It's going to take place tomorrow morning, in a hotel near Honolulu airport. Please Mr. Monk! I'm begging you! You need to stop Mom from making the biggest mistake of her entire life before it's too late!

"I know you love my mom and if you won't do this for me or for her, then please. . .do it for yourself.

"Love, Julie Teeger."

I stood up and turned around. Stottlemeyer and Disher had been standing behind me, the whole time probably. "Can I ask you to do one last thing, Leland?"

My old friend smiled knowingly. "I'll drive you to the airport. . .Adrian."

It was nearing noon. . .and I couldn't believe where I was sitting. . .

I was sitting near one of the plane's windows. Next to me was the captain, and next to him was Disher. Suddnely, the plane started moving. I grabbed the closest thing to me - the captain's hand. This was going to be a long ride. . .

We finally landed later that evening in Honolulu. I went up to the stewardess. . .she looked oddly familar. . .

She smiled at me and said, "Thank you sir for riding-" All of a sudden her bright features turned dark with anger and disgust. "You! What are you doing here!"

"I-I need to ask a question. . ."

"Well forget it buster! Now get off this plane before I shove you off!"

"Now hold it lady," Stottlemeyer said from behind me. "We need to know what hotels are closest to the airport."

"Why?" She asked, not budging.

The captain took out his badge. "Because we're investigating a homicide and any information you can give us will be greatly appriciated."

The angry stewardess huffed and said, "Fine, I'll tell you and your friend over there," I smiled a little. "But he gets off - now." She pointed an angry, bitter finger at me.

Stottlemeyer gave me a pat. "Go Monk." And I went. . .relunctantly. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, a naked-ish woman in a grass hula skirt tried to place a lei around my neck, but I quickly ducked. Soon after that, Stottlemeyer and Disher came down. . .and let the girl put leis around their necks. "Alright," The captain said, once he caught up with me. he pulled off the lei around his neck."There's three hotels nearby here. We better get the lead out if we want to find the right one in time."

I shyly raised my hand. "Wh-why don't we split up?" I asked. In response to my question, my two friends and colluges stared at me as if I had grown I third nostril.

"Monk's right, Captain," Disher said after a moment of silence. "It'll be quicker if we split up."

Stottlemeyer sighed. "Fine. . .As much as I don't want to leave you wandering around by yourself, you're right. It'll take less time if we split." Once he gave out the locations of the hotels, we hurried off to find the right one.

After flagging down a cab, being cussed out by the cabbie and almost getting arrested, I finally found the hotel the captain told me to go to. It looked rather. . .ritzy.

I made my way up to the desk clerk. "He-hello, my name is Adrain - Adrian Monk."

The snobby looking desk clerk looked at me and said, "Yes, and what can I do for you sir?"

"I'm. . .I'm. . ." I thought that maybe a white lie would work well in this case. "I'm looking for my uh. . .fianace. . .Natalie Teeger? Has she checked in yet?" The clerk turned to his computer and started typing like a mad man. "Ah, yes she has."

"Thank you. What room is she staying in?"

"Sorry, I can't give that to you."

"Oh. . ."

"But uh. . ." The clerk leaned foward and his voice became hushed. "For the right price I could. . ."

I sighed and took out my wallet from my jacket pocket. Out of the wallet, I pulled out a five dollar bill. I then handed it to the clerk. "Five dollars sir! I'm insulted!"

I sighed again and gave him fifteen more dollars. I maybe cheap, but Natalie and Julie are more important than my money. The clerk smiled and said, "There, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

"What room?" I asked. I could feel my annoyence rise up in me.

"I believe it's room two-zero-one. Now if you excuse me, I see I have a couple waiting."

I didn't say anything else - Did I really have to? I then ran off towards the stairs and to room two-zero-one.

I found it minutes later. I paused outside the door to gather my courage and straighten out my jacket before knocking.

"I'll get it, Mom!" I heard Julie say. A second later, the door swung open. The young girl gasped in surprise and hugged me. "You made it! I know you would, Mr. Monk!"

"Monk?" I heard Natalie's voice from inside. She came into view just then. "Adrain! What are you doing here?" She asked angrily.

Julie let go of me and faced her mother. "I asked him to come, Mom." She said.

"That an-and. . .And Danny's murderer."

"Julie go inside and. . .and watch TV sweetie." After a complaining whine from Julie, she left. "Adrain, you better watch it. That's my future husband you're talking about."

"But Natalie, it's true! Look. . .witnesses said they saw David Haze leave the crime scene - Twice! The only that could happen is if Danny was on it!"

"Maybe David went back in to get something."

"No! The witnesses didn't say anything about him going back in! Natalie, please listen to me-"

"I won't! I can't believe you! You're so jealous of Danny you would make something up like-like this!"

"But Natalie, I can't lie. . .I'm terriable at it!"

"Forget! I'm not listening to you!"

"But Natalie-" She slammed the door in my face. I leaned my back against the door. . .and cried. I slid down to the floor in a completely hopeless heap. I can't believe I'm giving up this easily. I wiped away my tears and stood up. No, I'm not. I'm going to get through to Natalie. . .even if it's last thing I do.

I slowly made my way down to the lobby to wait for the captain and Disher. Maybe if she heard it from those two and not from me. . .Maybe she'd listen to them.

As soon as I thought that, Disher came rushing through the hotel's double doors. He soon spotted me. "Is she here?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Well, good let's go talk to her!"

"I-I already did. . ."

"And. . .?"

"She slammed the door in my face."

He rubbed his face for amoment as if he was in deep thought. "Alright, uh. . .What room is she staying in?"

"Room two-zero-one. . .Why?"

"I think I'll have a talk with Miss Teeger. . ."

And he was off. Oh, I hope Disher gets through to her. I wished to myself. I loved Natalie too much to just sit idley by and let her make a huge mistake. . .and get hurt doing it. With my last ounce of courage, I walked up to the desk clerk. "Yes? Oh it's you." He said gloomily. "What do you want now?"

"Can I have Danny Haze's room number?" I asked.

"Can I have twenty more dollars?"

I pulled out my wallet and handed him the money.

"Room two-zero-two."

"Thanks." I headed to the stairs again and to Danny's room. I was about to knock, when I heard him talking to somebody. . .

Another A/N: Another ciff hanger! You all must hate me right now, huh?