Disclaimers standards apply, I don't own Sailor Moon or Monk….. this is a fiction, for fun and non-profit purpose only.

A/n: please don't laugh at my grammar and spelling, because I do try to catch as many mistakes as I can. Also this is the first story I've written using Monk, so I plan on trying not to lose his character too much. If he is a little OCC please keep this in mind.

Warnings: this fic may contain some gore, sexual scenes, and things that aren't for the faint of heart. If you are not much for that, please go back. This warning goes for any chapter, even though every chapter may be something different.

Chapter 1

A figure ran through the dark streets of Toyco's Juban district their shoes making splashing sounds when they made contact with the rain puddles located on the ground. Rain fell lightly around them letting up from moments before when it had poored profusely on the unspecting city. Not to far off from the running figure, two figures fought hand-to-hand trying to get the upper hand. "Moon Twilight flash!" echoed through the dark streets, the sound of a body hitting concrete sounding almost a split second later.

Two pairs of footsteps could be heard approaching the scene. Their faces hidden under the blanket the dark of night provided. Yet, if one looked close enough they could faintly see hints of red, white, and green from the little light the streetlights provide. The one in the green and white, approached a woman who looked to have blue, pink and white in her outfit. A pink and crystal-like wand could be seen clutched firmly in her hands. Her long blond hair hung loosely around her, as tears formed. "What did you do?" the woman in green and white asked.

"I don't know… I was fighting a youma when…" the first girl sobbed into her hands. She had forced herself to move to where they heard the crash, and the girls looked like the contents of their stomach would soon join the body they found lying in the mud.

Bright lights flashed, and the girls could see the police standing over them ready to book them for the crime. Frozen in fear, they ran far from the crime, not able to belive themselves what had just happened.

That next morning, Tsukino, Usagi sat in her living room watching the morning news while waiting to see what would happen concerning the case she had stumbled into. Sure enough, the sailor senshi, once thought to protect the city, had been accused of merder in the first degree. "That really is a shame, I thought the senshi were good people." Usagi's mother commented. "Hurry you will be late for school again." She finished glancing at the clock.

However, Usagi hadn't been listening she had been afraid the sailor senshi would make the morning news, and when they had, all her fears had come back full force. :What am I going to do: she thought. Her mother's shaking of her jared her from her thoughts, sending her crashing to the floor. "alright, I'm on my way.." Usagi stated racing out the door nearly forgetting her shoes in her haste.

During school, Usagi couldn't seem to focus. She needed to talk to someone, but who could she trust. Ami maybe, but she wasn't there, Rei and Makoto, maybe? They had both been there and seen what she had seen. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a solution. Her gaze fell upon the school bag that rested neatly on the floor beside her. Inside she knew a pink cell phone rested waiting to be used. The dabate about weather or not to place a call to her sister, had been swimming through her head since the night before. :I'll call her as soon as I get home from school, that is if mom doesn't ground me first.: she thought more to herself then anything. With this renewed since of what to do, she flew through the rest of school with ease in a hurry to call her twin sister, or her other half as she referred to the girl. She had recently learned of this girl's existence, and had been a little over joyed to learn of it. Once school let out, she ran to crown, her favorite hang out, and flashed her school I.D. to Motoki, the owner of the establishment. Once Motoki allowed her to pass, she slipped into the back where a door mysteriously appeared right before her eyes. Upon her entrance of the room, the door vanished from sight, no real sign that a door had even existed.

She deposited her bag on the table located in the center of the room, flipping open her phone. She took a deep breath before making the call. She would hope and pray that her sister would be a little more receptive of this considering she lived half way across the world in America. Usagi held her breath as the phone began to ring.

Half way across the world, on the east coast of the Unided states, a figure stired to the sound of her phone going off in her ear. She reached over about ready to turn off the annoying sound, but noticed the time. No one she knew would bother to call so late at night, but if it were important enough she told her friends, and people she were close to, to go ahead and call. Fearing it may be important, she glanced over at the I.D. and relized that this was out of the U.S. meaning it had to have been her sister Usagi.

"Hello?" she stated in half out of it, and broken Japanese.

"Kayla-onei-chan I need your help, There are people here saying that I sailor Moon, had committed first degree murder!" Usagi cried frantically into the phone before her sister had a chance to react.

The figure sat straight up nearly falling out of bed. In order to hear her, beter she left the warmth of her bedroom, and headed out into the living area. The room remained dark, save for the faint glow of her computer that sat idle on a desk beside her. "Calm down onei-chan." The girl soothed. "I've been doing some research, and I think I know of someone who may be able to help solve this case… but it may involve letting out who you really are. I don't know, but I will get to work on my sorces." She stated camly.

Usagi relaxed at her sister's words, if anything she knew she could always count on her just like in the past. Even though Kayla, hardly saw the light of day, she always seemed to find a way to be there for Usagi, and now, even though she resided on the other side of the globe, Kayla had come through for her again. "Thank you so much onei-chan." She stated in a more relaxed tone of boice.

Just as Kayla promised, she slipped into place in front of her computer typing in search after search, hoping she would be able to relocate what she had found a few days before. Her searching took her well into the night, and just as the sun began to bath the city of South Daytona in its glow, she found what she thought she had lost.

Adding the number to her phone, she slipped out onto the portch and placed the call. By now, it was about6 in the morning, which ment it was like three in San Fransico. She didn't want to have to make such a call so early in the morning over there, but her friends were quickly running out of time, so she felt she had no choice. When the phone had been picked up, the first thing out of her mouth was, "I need your help…"

The man turned over in bed watching the clock on his bed stand change from 3:00 to 3:01. He suppressed the urge to comment about how the number was an odd number, and how he hated odd numbers, but the distress in the woman's voice on the other end of the line made him change his mind. "I'm listening…" he stated simply.

Kayla took a deep breath not sure how to explain herself. "Ever hear of the sailor Senshi…? She began slowly. "Well, I know Sailor Moon personally, and she is the prime suspect in a strange murder." Kayla explained. "I know she didn't do it, and I want to protect her, because she leads two lives."

"You are one of the senshi aren't you?" the man on the other line cut in, telling her more then asking her the question.

Kayla took a deep sharp breath. "yes…" she said with a 'how did you know' tone to her voice.

"The comment about you personally knowing Sailor moon." He stated before Kayla could even ask.

She had to keep this in mind, but she only had to wonder how he would react. "Yes…" came her reply not wanting him to catch her in a lie. If anyone could, it would be him the human lie detector.

"So she is in…. Japan?" again he more told her then asked.

"Yes…" Kayla replied again preparing herself for what would prove to be a rather long morning.

"Here's the thing, I don't like to leave my home town…" the man began. "I don't like to be in a plane with too many people…" he continued.

"I know.. I've taken that into consideration." Kayla replied. Before she called him she had done her homework and knew this man was afraid of almost everything known to man. "please… Mr. Monk… I need your help." She began again not willing to take no for an answer.

"Here's the thing… I don't leave my home town…" the man formally known as Mr. Monk replied again repeating himself as if he hadn't said this the first time.

"I know…" Kayla once again repeated trying not to lose her cool. "But, my sister is in trouble, and I can't clear her name without you…" she repeated sounding more desperate this time. She felt like this battle would be lost, but she had to try. Her sister was counting on her, and no she couldn't nor would she dar to give up now.

Monk paused to think, as a memory replayed in his mind. He remembered the time that Sherona , his previous assistant, wanted him to do the exact same thing. Thin his mind wondered to Trudy, his late wife. His gaze, which had been locked on the wallpaper in front of him had adverted to the picture he kept on his bedside table. He found himself whispering her name into the phone. "What do you have?" Monk asked her.

"I don't have a case file, but I… she did wake me in the middle of the night completely frantic." Kayla explained hope filling her voice. "Does this mean, you'll take the case?" she asked clinging onto the last little bit of hope she could muster.

"Yes…" monk replied. He thought about it, and he could almost hear his late wife telling him to take the case. His fears of flying and being surrounded by people made him neverous and almost regret his decision, but at the last minute he reminded himself that Trudy would want him to not be so fearful to open up to new things.

"Thank you Mr. Monk…" Kayla stated quickly waiting for his reply praying he didn't change his mind.

"So if we don't take a plane, how are we going to get there?" Monk asked.

Kayla smiled explaining the ends and outs of teleportation. This portion of the conversation took nearly an hour to explain, but by the end of the hour, Monk agreed to use said method of travel.

"Give me two hours… that's a nice even number. I like even numbers." Monk told Kayla proceeding to go into a long speech over why even numbers were much better then odd.

"Ok, pack your bags, I'll be there in two hours exactly." Kayla confirmed hanging up the phone before Monk could go into yet another list. She didn't know why she asked for his help, but she knew that only the best could get her sister and friends off the hook, even if the best didn't appear to be all there.

After Kayla hung up the phone, Monk made a phone call. The person receiving the phone call didn't seem to happy, but figured considering who it was, it had to have been important, or at least that is what she told herself once she picked up said ringing phone. "Hello Mr. Monk, this had better be important, its five in the morning.

"I know, but this is important." Monk began. "I need you to go to the store."

Couldn't that have waited until I got there?" she asked cleary annoyed by now with her boss and she hadn't been on the phone with him for five minutes.

"No… Here's the thing, I'm going on no that is to say, we are going on a trip…" he began. "Here's the thing, I got asked to work on a case… in.. Japan…"

"Mr. Monk, you have to be joking right you took a job where?" the woman questioned not sure what to think.

"Japan… now here is what I need you to buy at the store. Two of those toothbrushes I like, four tubes of tooth paste, and about 200 cases of wet naps…" he repeated continuing on acting like he didn't hear her shocked protests on the other line.

"Mr. Monk you can't go to Japan, that would mean hours or days on an airplane…" his assistant stated trying to talk her boss out of it.

"Here's the thing, we won't be taking an airplane, the sister of the woman in trouble, will provide the transportation." He then had gone into great detail about said mode of transportation.

By the sound of her boss's voice she knew talking him out of it would be next to impossible. So within fifteen minutes she found herself in her car, on a mad dash across town to buy her boss exactly what he asked for and then back home to pack both her and her daughter's bags. She only prayed that he, nor her child would get themselves in trouble since he didn't factor in what it would take to get a passport.

Waking her daughter, the woman had to think of something last minute to get her child out of school, all the while explaining why they were in such a hurry. She barely managed to finish everything and get over to her boss's place before their "guide" did.

"Glad you could make…" Monk stated his bags packed minus the one containing the case of wet naps he had asked his assistant to buy.

"This had better be worth it. Do you know what crime you would be committing being in another country without a passport?" the woman commented just as she and her child became blinded by a bright flash of light. Monk on the other hand hadn't been looking so missed it.

Once the light faded, a woman stood in the center of the room. Her gold locks fell evenly down her head in two perfectly even pigtales, held in place by two perfectly round meatball-shaped buns. Two coral purple pins rested in the front of said buns holding them perfectly in place. Two star earings of a silver color rested on her ears forming into half moons at the end. On her forehead rested a gold teria with a with a gymstone the exact same color as the pins. Her sightless eyes looked worn down and she forced a smile on her face. Her chocker hugged her neck perfectly the gold crescent sidways moon resting neatly in the exact senter glittering lightly due to the light of the room. Her hands, as promised held two white eblo-length gloves that turned the same color as the pins at the tips. Boots of the same color reached her knees. Her right boot however had a wrinkle in it where her right foot turned out to the right due to her condition.

"Your ankle, its not straight.." Monk began reaching down to try and take the wrinkles out of her boot.

"I know, its not…. I have Cerbal Palsey… (cp)" Kayla explained. "due to it, my right ankle isn't straight… is this going to be a problem?" she asked keeping in the back of her mind she were doing this for her sister and no one else.

"Yes.. you see your ankle, it has to be straight… other wise its… well not straight…" Monk began and the woman whom was his assistant shook her head.

"Hello miss. I'm Natidle Teger …" the woman introduced extending her hand out in the form of a handshake. When she didn't take it she commented, "You don't shake hands either?"

"no… I shake hands, its just that I'm blind and didn't see you." Kayla explained with a smile as she extended her right hand out to shake.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know.." she began. "and this is my daughter Juely.." she finished the introductions.

"that's ok… will you be joining Mr. Monk?" she asked politly ignoring the man's comments about the unevenness of her boots. It took all she had not to slap him when he commented about her skirt and how the ruffles in the blue fabric were not even. Or when he cringed at the shortness.

"Yes we will, and please excuse my boss, he is a little strange sometimes." Natidle apologized for her boss.

"its understandable, now transport will be a little more difficult. I trust your bags are properly marked?" Kayla asked. She then produced three valid passports and an over seas Visa for each.

"Yes… but how did you know too?" she asked amazed.

"I'm a sailor senshi, sometimes my job requires I transport people to different parts of the world." She explained.

Natidle nodded in understanding ready to get this task taken care and over with. She had had just about enough of her boss's rants about uneven boots and a skirt, that in his oppion was too short to his liking. "So what do we do to leave?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Kayla had just finished placing their bags in her sub-space pocket and turned to face the group. "Form a circle all of us Joining hands." She explained.

Quickly Natadle supplied her boss with some wet naps for each hand as she took One of his hands and one of July's hands. Kayla took the remaining hands and she closed her eyes. The star broach on her chest glowed pink before turning gold then white, her body became bathed in white before everyone vanished.