My attempt at writing some Monk fan fiction though the fandom is probably dead. I'm sorry for any grammar or vocabulary mistake you may find; I am no expert and have no beta so far, but I'm trying to learn in order to improve.

Chapter 1:

Adrian Monk was completely ignorant of how he got himself in such a situation. One moment he was being babysitted by Natalie at her place, then there was this small incident in which scared of the milk Natalie was holding for unknown purposes he had reacted by spilling it and ended up half on her clothes, half on her floor. He had analyzed her face, changing from shock to anger and finally… empathy. It was Natalie nonetheless, and she knew better than to hold a carton of milk near Adrian Monk.

He had tried to apologize, which meant he remained standing while clenching his fits in fear because of the milk, the dirtiness and more importantly; how sure he was Natalie was going to lash out.

She didn't.

"I'll go get changed. Wait here, I'll clean this up in a minute." No 'Mister Monk' he thought… and shifted in his place, she was definitely upset, but Adrian wasn't sure it was actually at him.

It took him about three minutes to move, to overcome the unsettling feeling that the soft but intoxicating odor of the milk evoked in him, together with the disgust at the sticky sensation of his shoes.

"Wipe." He said, while holding his breath. "Natalie, I need a wipe." His brain didn't recall the woman had just excused herself and was nowhere around to save him from this disaster. He had moved in auto-pilot after that, searching and seeking through the whole place, sneaking at every corner that he thought might hide whatever he needed to clean himself, the floor, his shoes, his everything. He had stumbled along her place, slightly bumping into a wall, a bit disoriented in his panic.

"Natalie?"

And then… he saw it. He didn't know how, but somehow he had ended at the bedroom's hallway. He didn't go in, he didn't need to. By the corner of his eye he had seen it, most definitely imperceptible for any other human being, but not for him; a mirror.

It was not the mirror itself that caught his attention, though. Hidden by the walls, but exposed by the reflection, was Natalie, half naked and struggling with a piece of cloth. Adrian couldn't tell if it was to take it off or on. So, he stared to make sure.

It took his logical brain a second to defeat his compulsion and turn away, horrified. He hadn't seen much, as a matter of fact; Natalie's reflection showing only the bare skin of her thighs, but… it had been enough. His complete body tensed in response, his eyes shut down, flinching by the pain that somehow he felt along his chest, it was as his body was punishing him for staring, for being a creep. 'Guilt' he assumed. He'd felt it many times but this felt… Suddenly his eye popped open. Something was off.

His eyes dared to look back, taunting the rest of his body to follow, only to immediately repent and turn around, forcing himself to go back to the kitchen and stand in the exact place Natalie had left him 'Wait here' she had said, if only he had listened. Three steps away, and then he was back to the hallway, then back to the kitchen and back to the hallway. Adrian wanted to stay at the kitchen, he wanted to do as he was told because he was a good man who wouldn't dare betray the trust invested on him, but… there was something about Natalie's bare skin, something wasn't right… he just couldn't figure out what. At least not by just a glimpse.

Finally, he was back there, standing in the exact angle as before, her door ajar, and her reflection surprisingly still the same. He whimpered, how was possible she was still half naked there? What was she doing? What was taking her so long? Great, now his brain was divided into three different Adrians: the one feeling disgusted of himself, of how low he had gone for peeping on his best friend; the one frustrated and annoyed by her shameless exposure, and then, there was the anxious and nervous one, desperately looking for the reason of his freshly discovered obsession, his eyes scanning each and every inch of her body.

She was done fighting with the cloth which he now knew for sure was her blouse, discarded on her bed and was currently searching through her drawers. That gave him enough time to look at her as he would look at a crime scene. The idea made him at ease, offering him a more logical point of view than the simple 'physical' one. He had to continue pushing some thoughts down, but it certainly helped to focus on the task at hand, he smiled, if Natalie was at hand this would be much faster, wait, no. That was not what he had meant.

Suddenly, she turned around holding fresh clothes, and a gasp escaped him as he took in the view of the front of her naked body, only covered by her lower underwear. He had been scandalized at the view of her back that one time she decided for a more revealing dress, which she never wore again, most surely because of the glare he had shot at her for being a pervert… who was the pervert now? But this? This was overwhelming; his eyes flew from her breasts to her navel, back to her breasts, because he couldn't stand to look at her eyes. That would break him.

In his shock, he backed away, losing his balance and hitting the nearest wall. His heart stopped, he had rather kill someone than being caught like this.

"Mr. Monk?" Natalie asked from inside, and he was unsure if to answer or pretend, still frozen in place. "Mr. Monk, are you there?"

Oh God, this was it, Natalie was going to find out he had been staring at her as a pervert and would most definitely quit, leave him just like everyone else in his life. And this time he wouldn't have the right to ask 'why?'

"Mr. Monk?" Her door moved, opening more so her head could pop out. "Why didn't you answer me? I got worried."

He tried to talk; he wanted to talk, to explain himself though there was no real explanation, what wwas he supposed to say? 'Sorry, I just needed to solve the mystery of your naked body'? that sounded awful even for him and he was no expert! That was for sure to creep her out. He just couldn't say anything, his voice caught somewhere between his chest and throat.

"Are you alright?" Even when she was doing her best to show nothing but her face through the door, it was impossible for Adrian not to notice the exposed skin of her right shoulder. "I know you are scared of milk, but…" she sighed and his heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry, I just need a little more time, I…" she rolled her eyes and giggled, Adrian was sure that would flutter any men but right now it only scared him more. "I realized I smell like milk so I had to change everything and find a new outfit, you know, women, right? Please, please, please just wait a bit longer and then we'll go clean the floor and-" She continued talking but Adrian couldn't process any more of it, everything felt surreal… Natalie's head popping out a door talking to him so tenderly right after him had dishonored her. Just what was this? "Mr. Monk." Her voice strong and demanding brought him back, that was something he could finally relate to.

He stared at her in confusion, just to nod slowly; he had learned through his life that nodding was always the answer. Or at least this seemed the case because Natalie smiled at him, blissfully ignorant.

"Oh, hum… do you want me to close the door? I mean, you probably want me to, but it wasn't really closed before and now I feel like if I close it… you know what? I'll do it, but it's not because I don't trust you, it's because I respect your privacy." She stated finally and did as told.

Great, now he felt like the worst scum. She has closed the door, not because of fearing he would spy on her, but because she respected his privacy, his.

And he still didn't know what was off to begin with.