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MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER

CH2

Rio de Janeiro – Santos Dumont Airport, 7AM.

Agent Gilbert, looking frazzled and like he needed another cup of coffee was sitting in his leather chair. He was dressed in dark grey trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt, black seat belt matching his shiny black shoes. He was in his late thirties, with black short curly hair and big oval shaped brown eyes behind round metal glasses. His skin had the tropical sun on it, and he was perfectly shaved. Despite the hot weather, he looked cool and presented an interesting figure. On his left thumb, he wore a large silver ring. He was staring out his office window, paying attention to the movement in front of the big terminal window, when he received a call.

"É de Londres, um homem chamado Leland Stotllemeyer, Gilbert."

"Tá bom, pode passar" said Gilbert to his assistant.

"Hello, this is Gilbert, may I help you?"

"Uh, hello, Gilbert. This is Leland Stottlemeyer, Captain, San Francisco Police Department. I am looking for a missing friend, Adrian Monk. I heard that you have some news about him."

"Well, you could be right, Mr. Stottlemeyer, but before I say something to you, I have to check some information first. I hope you understand we have these procedures to follow, as you might have it also at your working place, sir. So, can you describe him please? What does your missing friend look like?

Stottlemeyer groaned a bit, then started, "Well, I am quite sure I don't need to say much about Monk to you. He is probably trying to clean the whole airport there, if he hasn't arranged the stuff at your office yet….Well, he's around 5'8" tall… he has dark curly short hair… he's wearing a brown suit… and he's probably scared to death…"

"You don't need to say anything more, Mr. Stottlemeyer," said Gilbert, looking at Monk by the window. "Yes, yes, he's here, Mr. Stottlemeyer. Actually he's not in here with us at the moment. He's out in the terminal, by the windows. At first we thought he was just looking at the airplanes out on the runaway, and crying because he was missing someone that had just departed."

Shifting his weight unhappily, Gilbert continued, "But then he took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and started to clean the windows. He scared people by yelling at anyone that tried to get close to the windows. We were all just a bit afraid of him, and weren't sure if he would let us approach him. Finally, an agent touched his shoulder to get his attention, and he started to cry louder. He has been asking for wipes, continuously. What is this wipes? I am glad you called us, because if nobody had called us soon, we planned to ask the police to take him to some institution."

"Well….I am not so sure this is good news, but anyway….Can you try to get him to come to the phone? Tell him it's Leland and he will come for sure."

"Ok, Mr. Stottlemeyer. Just hold on a second. I will talk to him." Gilbert opened the office's door, and without leaving the room, called to Monk, who was still trying to clean spots on the window.

"Excuse me, Mr. Monk? Are you Adrian Monk?" he called.

Monk turned around slowly, with a slight smile under his terrified and red eyes.

"Yes, you have a name now," whispered Gilbert to himself. Then more loudly, "So, Mr. Monk, I have a friend of yours here on the phone. He says his name is Leland. Do you know him?"

"Leland?" Monk spoke to himself. "Leland!" repeated Monk, while starting to run towards Gilbert. "I know Leland! Where's Leland?" Monk stopped in front of Gilbert, smiling happily.

"He's over there" answered Gilbert smiling kindly at Monk's childish behavior, and pointing to the phone at the desk. Monk squeezed himself between Gilbert and the door frame, avoiding touching either of them, and grabbed the phone with his handkerchief in his hand.

Without touching it to his ear, he cried, "Leland! I know you! Is that you, Leland?"

"Hey, pal! Yes, it's me! Good to hear you, Monk!" cheered the Captain.

"Is Natalie there?" asked Monk, and Leland could hear by his voice that he was smiling.

"Yes, she's here." Leland turned to look at Natalie surrounded by the busy airport crowd.

"Put her on the phone, please." pleaded Monk.

"Okay," responded Leland. "He wants to talk to you." The Captain handed the phone to Natalie, with a confident smile.

Natalie took the phone and her voice wavered a bit as she spoke quietly, "Hi, Mr. Monk!" She was unprepared for the blast.

"What were you thinking of when you gave me that poison and left me to die alone in that horrible airplane?" screamed Monk. "Is that what I pay you for? To kill me? So forget about your next month's paycheck, and the next next month's also. You are in debted to me for life! Do you hear me? For life! I did not die, and I won't. And even if I do die, I won't, Natalie. I will be forever at your side, asking for wipes. Forever, Natalie! Wipe, Natalie. WIPE!" Mr. Monk carried on hysterically.

Gilbert looked with astonishment at the man in front of him, ranting and raving at the phone, while on the other side of the Atlantic, Natalie just gaped at Leland, who was able to hear all the screams through the handset. Leland grabbed it from Natalie's hand. "Hey buddy, take it easy on her, okay? It wasn't her fault. It was nobody's fault. Forget about it, and let's figure out how we can get you out of there, okay? Let me talk to Gilbert again, and calm down."

"Leland, take me out of here, please." pleaded Monk, crying now. "It's hot….and full of…people….with shorts….skirts…..and sandals…and I can see their toes….it's hot, Leland. I am thirsty….. and the toes…. ," Monk dropped the handset, and walked to the office's worn couch with his head down. Gilbert took the phone as Monk collapsed onto the couch, laying his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. He kept mumbling over and over to himself, while Gilbert spoke to Capt. Stottlemeyer.

Author notes:

Yes, it will have a mystery, and Natalie will be involved on it also. I cannot leave them apart from each other too long...And yes, we will have M/N moderate shipping! I cannot avoid it! They are really cute together... But before that I want to allow Monk to explore (?) the beauties of Rio de Janeiro...and off course, you´re invited to join us in this trip too!

Many thanks for Kathy for editing the story to me and keeping encouraging me!