Here it is the last chapter. Well I'm taking a break from Monk fanfics but I do plan on making another one eventually. However it will mostly just Monk. Enjoy.
Chapter Eight: The Reveals
Mr. Monk strummed his knees as he waited impatiently for Harold to finish his session with Dr. Kroger. He was three minutes over time. L sat in a seat next to him eating a bag of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Watari stood next to Natalie's chair as she read a magazine. Shawn and Gus stood across from the three staring at each other. Why were they here again?
"It's been three minutes," Monk said.
"Would you like us to go beat him up when he comes out?" Shawn asked.
"Shawn, knock it off," Natalie said.
"What? Does this guy believe in psychics? Maybe I can psych him out or something," Shawn said.
"How often do you come here Mr. Monk?" L asked, not really caring about Harold.
"Three times a week," Mr. Monk answered. Before the conversation could continue, Harold was coming out of Dr. Kroger's office. "Three minutes late Harold."
"At least it saves Dr. Kroger three minutes talking to you," Harold replied.
"Ouch," Shawn said.
"Go to Hell Harold," Monk said.
"No you go to Hell," Harold replied.
"The only reason I would go to Hell is to visit you."
"What are all these people doing here?" Harold asked as he noticed that room was rather crowded.
"See unlike you Harold I have friends," Monk said.
"Yeah where did you get your friends from the circus?" Harold asked mainly gesturing to L sitting in his odd position.
"Actually we prefer the term "acrobatic entertainment industry"," Shawn said, "Isn't that right Magic Head?"
"Yeah, wait what?" Gus asked.
"There's no eating in Dr. Kroger's office! He just bought a new rug," Harold said eyeing L and completely ignoring Shawn and Gus.
"Well you would know that Harold since you almost had a heart attack the minute you saw the new rug," Monk said.
"As I recall, it was youwho almost had a heart attack," Harold said, "and I can't believe you're letting this man destroy Dr. Kroger's property."
"Uhh you do realize he's just eating candy right?" Shawn said.
"He's also contaminating the chair!" Harold said pointing to L's feet.
"Leave Edward alone Harold," Natalie chimed in mainly because all this yelling was interrupting her reading of trash magazines.
"You know what you go to Hell."
"No you go to Hell."
"Why don't we just all go to Hell and have a big party? I'll bring the nachos," Shawn said.
"Hell is non existent," L said.
"But if Hell is non existent then how are we going to have a party there?" Shawn asked.
"What's going on out here?" Dr. Kroger asked as he came out of his office.
"He started it!" Monk said pointing an accusing finger at Harold.
"I didn't start anything," Harold said.
"Yes you did! It's six against one you lose and as the loser you have to provide the hundreds of sweets at the party for Edward," Shawn said.
"What party?" Dr. Kroger asked.
"Our party in Hell that doesn't exist," Shawn said.
"Look Adrian, I don't what's going on here but we have an appointment," Dr. Kroger said not wanting to get involved in this conversation.
"He's right Adrian, you don't want to miss your appointment and I need to leave this freak show," Harold said.
"Freak show? We're not the ones that need to come here for therapy," Shawn said, "Well...besides Mr. Monk."
"Just because---" Harold was about to start.
"Goodbye Harold," Dr. Kroger said. Harold paused for a moment before leaving and Mr. Monk entered Dr. Kroger's office.
Case One: Skull Mountain
"I'm seeing something..." Shawn said as he played with the controls of the Skull Mountain ride. Everyone surrounded him as he presented his case to the police. "A giant noodle in a circle shape...eat the noodles kids, it's good for you!"
"Spaghetti O's?" one of the police officers said confusingly.
"Yes, Spaghetti O's. No wait! Not "O"s! Zeros!"
"What's this got to do with anything?" the other cop asked.
"A mistake...a mistake in the tapes! Yaaaaaaaaaaa!" Shawn said as he began to go into one of his "spasms". He twisted the dials and other controls of the ride frantically as if possessed by a demon. "You!" He said pointing the criminal. "You used to be in the field of computer technology but couldn't get a job because of your criminal record for robbery. And you continued to rob people but you made one mistake: you accidentally robbed your girlfriend's friend's house. When you gave her one of the trinkets that you stole she recognized it immediately. She threatened to go to the police so you needed to think of a way to get rid of her. You couldn't murder her because the police would immediately go to you so what you did was you told her to meet you at Six Flags. You're a big Sonny Chow fan so when you got on the ride with her it was easy to knock her out by hitting one of her vital pressure points. After that the ride went on and you were home free. But you made another mistake. See to clear you from being a suspect you also duplicated the security tapes to make it look like you were at your proper post during the time of the murder but when you typed in the date and time instead of zeros, you used Os."
"This is ridiculous," Jimmy said.
"Ladies and gentlemen the spirits never lie," Shawn said, "You can check the tapes for yourself. Oh and while you're at it I suggest going on Kingda Ka."
"Busted," Gus said.
"Alright, come with us," one of the officers said as he pulled Jimmy towards the exit of the ride.
"Wow wait until Lassie and Jules hear about this. I mean how many times do you get to solve a murder at Six Flags? Oh I know let's go on the tea cup ride! We still have time don't we?" Shawn said.
Case Two: The Renalds Case
Captain Stottlemeyer walked into the pharmacy with everyone else trailing behind him. Al was standing behind the register with a confused expression spreading across his face.
"Can I help you detective?" Al asked.
"Yes you can. You're under arrest for the murder of Monica Renalds," Stottlemeyer said.
"There must be some sort of mistake," Al said.
"There's no mistake. You killed her," Monk said, "Here's what happened: Monica ended up getting the promotion that you wanted. To most of us it seems ridiculous to kill someone over a promotion but you did it none the less. You set a pre-recording of your voice most likely telling callers that the store was closed and they would have to call back later. You then took someone's prescription and brought it to the party. After you slipped the prescription in Monica's drink, you went back to the pharmacy. No one would have suspected you and would have thought of it as an accident if you didn't leave the pill bottle at the party. You did it. You're the guy."
"You can't possibly arrest me, there's no proof!" Al said.
"True, but Edward here has influences that can get us a search warrant. I'm sure we'll find something," Stottlemeyer said.
"Well it looks like a job well done for both of us," Shawn said as Al was being dragged out of the pharmacy, "Now let's go home. I miss Santa Barbara."
"Our plane is leaving soon as well," L said.
"And we'll be sure to contact one another," Natalie said.
"That's right. Maybe we can help each other on other cases," Gus said.
"But for now, let's just go about our daily lives. I'm tired of having to travel around to solve murders," Mr. Monk said.
"Okay, just don't forget about the party in Hell," Shawn said as he and Gus made their way towards the exit. Before they left, Shawn poked his head in the doorway. "Oh and one more thing: I set up AIM accounts on both your computers. The names are programmed in your phonebooks on your cell phone. See you on the world wide web!" L swiftly took out his phone and looked through it.
"SweetFreak98," L muttered as he read the name Shawn had given him, "Watari, let's go." Natalie handed Mr. Monk her phone so he could see his own name.
"LsNumberOneFan...I don't get it," Monk said.
"Don't worry Mr. Monk," Natalie said as they too exited the pharmacy.
The End
