"What do you mean…how could you have not seen that!"

"Chief, I don't know! I am just a C.S.I. Geez you want me to be super man!"

"Well next time you slip up like this, superman will be your only hope!"

Stotlemeyer walked away angrily.

"Well, all I can say is thank you, monk. I can't believe-"

"Chief do you see this? This guy made a perfect triangle with his footprints. He went one way but then he changed his mind and started at the right. That's odd."Monk was rally confused

"Well now we know that he isn't good at making up his mind. That doesn't tell us anything monk. Plus the footprints lead nowhere. This is just a triangle in the middle of the dirt. "Said Natalie

Monk looked at Natalie and she said, "Monk, I think it's time to head home."

He nodded his head while still staring at the footprints,. She grabbed is hand and pulled him away.

"Mr. Monk you need to go get some sleep, plus I have to help Julie study for her Science test."

She pulled him towards the top of the hill but he kept staring at the footprints until he got to the top of the hill. Something just wasn't right and he could feel it.

"Today we're going to Vittorio's house. He lives alone so we wont need to deal with the mob family."

Monk heard her but pretended to ignore her.

"Mr. Monk!"

"What is it Natalie."

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

"Mr. Monk, I know your scared but I already told you that he lives alone. You won't have to face them."

"Fine."

Monk was scared of mob families. Every time a mobster, or a member of a mob family, died, chief Stotlemeyer would redirect the case to some other detective. Natalie was the one who suggested monk be on this case. She told chief that he needed to overcome his fear.

Natalie led the way to her car as monk looked around nervously. He couldn't imagine that this might just be his last car ride ever.

When they got in the car monk nearly screamed, "Seatbelts!"

"No need to be nervous." Said Natalie with a smile on her face.

He looked at her and saw that a part of her collar was crooked. His fingers itched to fix it but he knew Natalie would be mad.

"Monk, stop it, I'll fix it when we stop."

"But, how did you—"

"I saw you were staring at it." She said while rolling her eyes.

There were security guards at the house and monk walked past one of them.

"Whoa buddy, wheredya think your going." The security officer said in his New Yorker accent.

"I'm detective Adrian monk, and this is my assistant Natalie."

"Monk, I know who yuh are. Why aren't yuh wearin any gloves?"

"But I never have to."

"They changed the rules for this case…your gonna hafta wear gluves.

" But, I didn't bring any."

"I have a pair Mr. Monk, but I will need them." Said Natalie.

"Monk you can use mine. The c.s.i.'s would letcha borrow theirs but the already left."

"The guard slipped his gloves off. Monk could see a little bit of sweat on the glove.

"H-Here's the thing. I can't wear those gloves."

"And why is that?"

"Because…I don't shake hands, I don't borrow shoes, and I definitely don't borrow gloves." Boy, if Monk had a nickel for every time he had to say that.

"Well if you promise not to touch anything, I guess its okay."

"Thank you-you good man." Monk said relieved

As Monk walked away the guard was nodding his head and putting his gloves back on.

"What a weirdo."

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