A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated, I insert lame excuse>
Disclaimer: Sorry, I keep forgetting to say that I barely own anything here. I didn't even come up with the insanely long name in the previous chapter. By the way, Dale the Wale will be showing up soon.
"Wipe. Wipe. Sharona what-" Monk turned to her, only to find she wasn't there.
"Sharona? Sharona?" Monk looked around in panic. The obscure cases were hard enough with Sharona, without her it would be next to impossible. The world seemed to be spiraling out of control, growing dark without her light to shine the way. Monk was panicking now, as the world grew hollow. The planet was shattering, bursting into a great conflagration of chaos and—
"Monk? Over there." Stottlemeyer said, pointing to a bench to the north of the dead guy. Sharona was sitting there head in her hands, as if trying to control the chaos Monk had felt a moment ago. She did not look up when her employer sat down beside her, nor when he offered a moist towlet to stem her steady flow of tears.
"What's wrong?" Monk asked, reading himself on the chance that she became angry.
"Adrian," Sharona started, before breaking into tears again. When she regained control of herself, she stated, "Romulus was my boyfriend. The moment you learn about him, he turns out to be dead. Why, Adrian? Why is it that the moment I find a piece of joy, you have to ruin it? Well? Tell me!"
Monk looked at her in astonishment. He had never before seen her this angry, and had no idea what to do. He decided to take the easy way out and said, "Sharona, I don't know. But I need you now, so lets-"
"No! No, I'm not going to just do as you say. I quit. No, I'll stay with you, 'cause this way I'll have a better chance of getting a crack at Romulus's murderer, but after that, I'm leaving. Now go find the killer. Now!"
Monk looked at her quizzically for a moment then sighed, and walked over to the site of the murder. Before he reached it, however, a car pulled up, and, tearing through the doors as if life depended on it, came a young woman, perhaps 17, running towards the Crime Scene. Just behind her, with hair just as red as hers, though not as long by any means, came a man. He was shouting at her, shouting things recognizable when they were spoken in English, as 'to late' 'in a better place' and 'can't help him now.' Monk did not understand the language that they were speaking, but it sounded vaguely familiar.
The man had caught up with the woman now, and was restraining her with difficulty. During a pause in her frantic screeching, he said, "Lillian, mmmmmmm do anything mmmmmmm now. He's mmmmmmm, and you can't change that. Stop, before you mmmmmmm yourself."
"Mmmm! Mm mmmmmmm my brother!"
"I know, Lillian. I know." Lillian seemed to slump then. She fell to the ground, where her comrade attempted to comfort her. The touching moment was shattered by Chambers, who was telling them "This is a crime scene, not a grief councilor's office. Leave!"
Lillian and her companion glared at him. To prevent trouble, Monk said to the uncouth police officer, "They're family, Chambers. They can be here momentarily."
A/N: Again apologizing for not updating fast enough. By the way, If you review with the correct way Monk figured out how the 3 people were family, you get a small part in the story line. Hair raising question, isn't it?