A/N: I love Sharona too, but I will not be having her or any other Monk characters make an appearance in this story. Well, maybe the Stottlemeyer family. Otherwise it just does not fit in with what I'm trying to do with this story. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and all the mystery involved. Read and Review!

peace, love and lipgloss,

Mlle.Fox

Two days later found Adrian Monk completely relaxed, blindfolded from the view, and sipping a bottle of Sierra Springs out of a straw on the private jet of the Renaldi family. Capt. Stottlemeyer walked up to him and asked,

"Hey Monk, how you doin'?"

"Beautiful…" sighed Monk.

"Found the massage chair feature?" Stottlemeyer asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah…"

"Keep up the good work. We'll be landing in Pyrus in twenty minutes." Stottlemeyer told him clapping his shoulder.

"What?" asked Monk growing fearful again and lifting the corner of his blindfold.

They landed in the Genovian International Airport greeted by cheering subjects and paparazzi. As Monk got off the plane, he went forward to a cameraman and used his sleeve to rub the lens clean until the cameraman pushed him and Natalie had to pull Monk away.

In the limo, Mia asked Natalie, who was stroking her daughter's Julie's hair,

"Um…why is Mr. Monk sitting up front?"

"He always has to sit up front!" Julie told Mia as Natalie gave her a smile and a shrug.

"Ah!" nodded Mia.

"Can you slow down please?" Monk asked the driver.

They arrived at the large, fifteenth century palace of stone and lush gardens within thirty minutes. It should have taken fifteen. Anyway, Adrian was led to his room where he, Natalie and Julie gasped,

"Wow…"

"This is so cool!" Julie exclaimed.

"Yeah, isn't this nice? I can't wait to check out our room!" Natalie said giving her a side hug. Monk pointed to the bed in awe,

"Look at the corners of the bed! They're…perfect!"

"Well I did fax Charlotte a list of your 'requirements'." Natalie said earning a giggle from Julie. Monk turned to Natalie and whispered,

"Bless you." Charlotte came in and told Monk,

"Okay Mr. Monk, we'll give you a half hour to get settled and unpacked…" Charlotte stopped looking at all of Adrian's luggage, "Or not…But the Queen Mother does wish you join her in the office downstairs in a half hour seeing as Queen Mia shall be busy with Parliment. A page can show you the way. And if you need anything from our twenty four hour maid service, just pull that cord and they'll see to it within reason."

"Anything?" asked Monk.

"Within reason!" Charlotte nodded as she exited talking into her headset.

"Natalie."

"Yes Mr. Monk."

"Am I dead? Because I think this is heaven." Monk said with a smile.

Sir Joseph Calivari stood beside his wife, Queen Clarisse as they watched the unusual American detective comb through the room. He was currently pointing his index finger in the air and looking at the ceiling, while his colleagues, Capt. Stottlemeyer looked through a pile of papers and Lt. Disher took down some notes. Joe raised an eyebrow in dry curiosity.

"Miss Teeger?" Joe asked getting Natalie's attention.

"Yes Sir Joseph?"

"How long has Mr. Monk been like this?" he asked.

"Joseph!" scolded Clarisse.

"No it's okay; his therapist says it is good for him. Anyway, I think he's been like this his whole life. But between you and me, if you meet the brother, you'll realize Adrian…is the normal one!" Natalie said.

"I see…well…he was a police officer for several years. He must have been able to carry a gun…once." Joe said.

"I'm sorry, how did you know about Mr. Monk's past?" Natalie asked.

"I was head of Security for the Royal Family for over forty years Ms. Teeger. I made sure we knew everything about all of you before letting you take the case." Joe replied.

"You mean you know about…" Natalie asked with trepidation.

"Do not fear Ms. Teeger your secret is safe with me!" Joe said giving her a friendly wink. Adrian sighed, his arms falling to his sides saying,

"Yeah…I was right…The thieves wanted the key and the blueprints to the sea side palace. Nothing else is missing. But…I can't help but feel…"

"What Monk, what?" Capt. Stottlemeyer asked looking up from the desk.

"Something about this room…isn't right…something is out of place." Monk said.

"The room was ransacked, everything is out of place." Clarisse pointed out.

"Yes…but something…doesn't belong…" Monk said trying to figure it out. Randy looked around when he noticed,

"The fireplace!"

"What?" asked Monk.

"The fireplace has ashes in it. Why would there be ashes in it in the middle of summer?" Randy said taking a fire poker and rooting around.

"You know that's true! Castles are rather drafty sometimes but certainly not in the middle of summer." Clarisse said as they all stepped closer to the fireplace. Randy's eyes lit up and he reached in seeing a corner of a paper still in tact.

"Here we go! The preps must have burned some evidence." Randy said handing the paper to Capt. Stottlemeyer.

"Good work Randy. Your Majesty? Does this look familiar?" Capt. Stottlemeyer said handing the paper to the Queen Mother. Clarisse slipped on her glasses and carefully read the corner of the paper. There was a series of numbers and a coat of arms in the corner. The shield had four corners, the top left white corner having a gold lion, the top right red corner having a black sparrow flying against an ocean horizon. The lower left black corner had an outline of a black tall ship, and the lower right white corner having a gold pear. A banner draped across read in Latin, 'Addo Horizon'.

"No…I've never seen that type of coat of arms before." Clarisse said shaking her head.

"Wait a moment, the lion and the pear…those are symbols of the Renaldi family and Genovia." Joe said.

"Is there anymore symbolism about the coat of arms?" Monk asked.

"Well…the gold means generosity, black constancy, white peace, and red means courage. The lion also means courage; the ship means a country is seafaring, which Genovia is…the pear of course represents our number one export, the Genovian pear. As to the sparrow in flight…I have no idea…I've never seen that symbol before." Clarisse said.

"Neither have I Mr. Monk. Perhaps that is a special symbol meant to represent the specific family or group the coat of arms was designed for." Joe said letting Monk exam the paper.

"Addo Horizon…I took a little Latin in high school…doesn't that mean…'Bring the Horizon'?" Randy asked.

"Two for two today Randy." the Captain said.

"Bring the horizon…these numbers…13…46…29…53…36…do those numbers have any significance to you Your Majesty?" Monk asked.

"I'm sorry but no." Clarisse said as Mia entered the room and exclaimed,

"Whoo! Parliament was taking forever today! But don't worry, I've reassured them we've got this whole business under control…We do have it under control right, Mr. Monk?"

"So far…Your Majesty…13…46…29…53…36…Do those numbers mean anything to you?" Monk asked.

"Nope. Why?" asked Mia.

"Lt. Disher here, so aptly found this unusual piece of paper in the fireplace. The intruders must have burned it." Clarisse explained showing the clue to Mia as Randy beamed from the Queen Mother's praise.

"Huh…it looks like it came from an old book, made out of parchment you know. Weird…" Mia said.

"Yes…very weird. Your Majesty, I think we need to go to the sea side palace immediately to further the investigation." Monk suggested.

"Very well…Mr. Monk you and your friends can go in the morning in the towncar. We have to stay here for democratic business and all that. Grandma." Mia said motioning her grandparents to follow her.

"Thank you your Majesty." Monk said as the Royals left the room. Capt. Stottlemeyer asked Adrian,

"So Monk…what do you think?"

"Whoever took the blueprints to the seaside palace, didn't want us to find out about this coat of arms and whoever it belongs to. I think if we figure out where this coat of arms came from, it will lead us to who the thieves may be." Monk explained.

In a darkened hallway of the royal palace, two figures nervously whispered amongst themselves. One kept playing with a hidden enamel pin in the shape of a coat of arms in white, red, gold and black. One said,

"But sir! The Queen hired the American to find the thieves! Surely he can do our job for us."

"No…the Brotherhood can't risk this…Monk fellow to discover the secret we have sworn to guard for over three hundred years. No…Demetrius, you shall go to the seaside palace tomorrow and keep them from discovering the secret room. And you shall find the thieves yourself, understand?" the authority figure said.

"Yes Milord."