(This part, up to the elevator conversation is straight from the show. (Context my friends;-))

"Yes, I have all the affidavits." Randy rifled through the files on his desk. "I'm leaving right now. I'll meet you downstairs."

Sharona walked into the office just as he got off the phone. "Hey," she greeted him nervously as she watched him mess with his desk.

"Oh, uh, what are you doing here?" He asked, distracted. Where were those files?

"Are you busy?"

"Well, yeah actually. I'm due in court like, ten minutes ago." The D.A. was going to kill him.

"Oh," she said softly, disappointed. "I...I just need to talk to someone. And I just remember how good I used to feel after I talked to you ...so," she shrugged.

He shrugged on his jacket and stared at her. "Really?" he asked, ridiculously touched. "Yeah. Okay. Walk me downstairs. What's going on?"

"Randy, Adrian thinks my uncle's some kind of scam artist." They hurried away from his desk towards the elevator as Sharona filled him in. "We went to his apartment and there were some pillows on the floor, and Adrian thinks he was practicing how to fall."

"Well, that makes sense," Randy admitted simply.

"It does?"

"Doesn't it?"

"That doesn't mean he's a con artist," she said incredulously. "I mean lots of pe…"

They got to the elevator and Randy realized he'd forgotten his briefcase. "Oooh!"

Sharona jogged after him as he raced back to his desk. "Lot of people practice how to fall!"

"Why?", he asked.

She huffed out an annoyed breath. "In case they fall. It's common sense."

"Yeah, but, Sharona you gotta admit, if Monk thinks you uncle's running some kind of scam, he's probably running some kind of scam."

"Ohh! Randy, Adrian is not...he's not infallible," she argued as he grabbed his case and they started off once more. "He's been wrong before. Remember the ski instructor? Adrian said he was the guy, and it ended up being his twin brother. Do you remember that one?"

"Yeah. No. He was the guy, remember?" he reminded her gently. "There was no brother. He was pretending to be his own twin."

"Well, I still don't believe it," she said stubbornly.

"Well, look," he pushed the elevator button. "If you're talking about track record, why would this be the one case he screws up?"

"Oh, 'cause he's not thinking straight. Natalie's turned him against me."

Randy gave her a look. "Why would she do that?"

She gave him a look right back. "'Cause she's jealous," she said righteously. "Adrian likes me better."

"Did he say that?" he asked, doubtful as the elevator door pinged and started to open.

"No, but I can tell," she told him as they got onto the elevator. "A woman can tell…," she slowed down a bit as her brain caught up to her mouth and she realized who she was talking to. "...who likes who."

Their eyes met and glanced away, a little awkward as they stood beside each other and waited for the doors to close.

Randy glanced at her again. "She can?" Randy asked nervously and stood up a little straighter.

"Absolutely," she said softly.

Their eyes met and held as the elevator doors closed. Sharona's eyes dropped first and Randy watched, enthralled, as a blush stole up her cheeks.

So she knew, he thought to himself, both a little miffed and mortified. Or at least...she used to know. But that was years ago.

He almost stayed quiet, but she'd never blushed before. Rolled her eyes, shaken her head, and sighed, yes. But she'd never blushed.

"So," he took a breath and a chance. "You know, then."

Sharona cleared her suddenly dry throat and kept her eyes on the doors in front of them. "Know what, Randy?"

He paused as a familiar case of nerves assailed him once more, but what did he have to lose?

He could lose her. Again.

He reached out and put his hand on her arm until she looked at him once more. "What you just said. About women...you," he clarified. "That means you know, right?"

She took a deep breath. "Yeah," she admitted softly in her Jersey drawl. "I know."

Whatever he would have said next (once he could feel his tongue again, that is) got lost when they arrived at the lobby and the doors opened.

"Lieutenant Disher!" Randy and Sharona jumped as the D.A. yelled at him from down the hallway. "Hurry it up!" They could see him tapping on his watch from there.

"Be right there!" He yelled back.

They stepped out of the elevator and stood there a moment more, unsure of what to say next.

"I...I have to go," he said apologetically.

"I have to go too," she said awkwardly. "I'm going to meet Adrian and Natalie from here."

They stood there, as awkward as two kids at a middle school dance, until Randy heard his name called once again. "Okay, then." He gave her a lame little wave as he turned to join the attorney. "I'll see you around."

"Randy."

He spun around. "Yeah?"

She smiled at him in a way that made his heart beat up into his throat. "You never actually said, you know. All those years. All those hints." Her smile got wider as he looked down at his shoes and the tips of his ears turned red. "Some things," she said slowly. "only count if you say them out loud."

When he just stood there with his mouth agape, she shook her head, just like she always used to when she was exasperated with him. "Just sayin'," she muttered and turned towards the exit.

She was almost to the doors when Randy called her name and ran up to her, ignoring the near-frantic lawyer. He stood in front of her and looked into her eyes, smiling as she raised one eyebrow at him in question.

"I like you Sharona Fleming."

She flushed a little and smiled, then reached out to adjust his stupid tie. "There. Was that so very hard, Lieutenant Disher," she teased.

"You have no idea," he said sincerely, making Sharona laugh.

The D.A. came up at that point and grabbed his arm, actively yanking him towards the courtroom. Randy cursed, but followed obediently. "I'll call you later!" He yelled, pantomiming a phone with his hands. "Don't leave again! I mean, yet!" And disappeared around the corner.

Sharona stood there with a hand to her chest and a silly grin on her face. Well, well, well, she thought to herself. This was going to be interesting.

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