Disclaimer: I don't own monk, if I did Monk and Natalie would have already been together in season six. That's just me probably. Probably.

Giving a shout out to Persian for Beta-ing my story.

In her benefit, Natalie was filled with joy that Sharona had left the hospital to get situated at the motel she was staying at, which gave Natalie and Monk some alone time. Except for the nurse that repeatedly walked into the room.

Her hand slowly latched onto Monk's right cheek, Oh, the way her hand fit onto Monk's cheek. It made both of them somehow equal. It was perfect.

"How you holding up Mr. Monk?"

"I'm fine," He scanned the room with his eyes, "It's just this damn hospital. I hate hospitals," Monk declared,

Natalie smiled, his OCD made him some time irritating. Damn irritating But sometimes she thought it was kinda cute, he was like a child in someway. No matter how annoying he was, you can still love the man with every cell in your body.

"You're kinda cute when you have your little freak outs." Natalie blurted out,

Damn

Monk stopped in his tracks and made a face at Natalie. The kind of face he makes when something doesn't sit well with him. The compliment Natalie gave, didn't sit well with him. so he thought

Natalie cursed at her thoughts for quickly flowing into words. Natalie removed her hand from his cheek, instantly regretting it, missing the contact, the connection. She cleared her throat, thinking of a way to cut the tension that was building up.

"Mr. Monk," she swatted at his right arm playfully, "I was only joking"

Natalie wished she hadn't made up a lie. Secretly, so did Monk, only difference was Monk, didn't know it was a cover up.

"Oh," He looked away slightly twitching at every movement he made. He was disappointed.

They were both silent. Natalie didn't expect her comment to keep them this quiet.

"I wonder what's taking Sharona so long," Monk said above a whisper, but Natalie was close enough to take in what he said.

Her heart had sunk sunked a little; her hope of Monk ever growing the same feelings for her had been lowering whenever that name escaped out of his lips. The lips that someday, she wanted to be invited into, ones that she wanted only to herself. She never knew a name could affect her so much, but the person that said the name, made her think twice about her theory.

"Who knows," Natalie said awkwardly, rubbing her hands on her arms like she was cold.

"Yeah," Monk replied, blinking twice.

Natalie was slightly biting her bottom lip, lips that desired another affection of a particular another.

", I'll be right back," Natalie said, signaling her finger as she left the room.

It wasn't like her to leave Monk alone, hell; she wanted to walk right back into his room and kiss him. Kiss him with the passion, the desire, want, the need. Overall, kiss him with love, she wanted to tell him that everything's gonna be okay, that she'll never leave his side.

It was hopeless, she felt weak. She had somehow felt defeated. She slowly walked down the hall, her eyes feeling the need to produce tears after all the emotion that went through her. She couldn't let it; she didn't want to brake down crying, especially in the damn hospital. Yet again, she was defeated.

She ran to the bathroom, locked the door and she felt herself brake break down. Her eyes welled up, and water escaped from her oceanic blue colored eyes and fell on the bathroom floor.

She just could not hold it in anymore, she really had no control over anything. Natalie's sniffles were bounced back by the walls, they showed no pity.

Knock knock

Natalie cleared her throat, wiping away the debris of her tears. She opened the door to see an elderly woman; she manageably pulled off a fake smile, and left the bathroom.

As Natalie was walking down the hall to Monk's room, which was only about a decade of doors down, every step filled with her own inner sadness. She looked up only to see a field of doctors rushing into Monk's room,

"Is something wrong?" she asked her self, her pace getting faster, her heels clicking, roaring through the hospital hall.

She sprinted to the room, surprised at her talent for running in such feet attire. Her heart was now drowned at the sight, of Mr. Monk. Seizure had overtaken him.

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