I do not own Monk
I do not own Natalie
I do not own the other Gang members
I do not own the musicians (haha..this sounded funny!)
And I do not own the special guest star!

So I believe you should read it to find out who this person is...

Thank you so much for the reviews!!
and thank you so much, Kathy, for managed to find some time for me!

MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER

Ch. 14

Carefully, Natalie crept up to the corner of the corridor and remained there for a few moments, listening attentively. There were no sounds of people walking or conversing. So she continued walking down the corridor, which led to the door of the other tower's penthouse suite. There was no other way out and no other door, so the men must have entered it.

She approached the door. Standing outside it there was a security man: tall, suntanned skin, sour face and hands crossed in front of his broad chest. Broad enough to force him to slide aside to pass through any door of that hotel, imagined Natalie. If the man contracted the muscles of his arms a little more, his suit would be torn apart like David Banner to become Hulk!

This last thought brought a smile to Natalie's delicate face, who introduced himself, "Hi, I am Natalie Teeger. My boss just entered here with his two friends."

Apparently the security man did not understand what she was saying, so he spoke with a smile running across his sour face, "OK, você pode entrar, mas só porquê você é bonitinha e fala Inglês."1

"Thank you," Natalie said gently, while the man held the door for her.

As she entered, she quickly surveyed the room: the colors of the walls were basically the same as the suite in which she and Monk were staying, but the expensive paintings had been replaced by posters from the Rolling Stones New Tour, pictures of the band members and some snapshots from Rio's beaches.

The air was loaded by cigarette smoke mixed with the sweet smelled fog from a smoke-machine placed at one corner of the ceiling. The suite looked wider because there was no wall separating the two rooms; there were no tables, only sofas, chairs and armchairs laid against the walls; at the corners there were fur carpets decorated by colorful cushions deliberately dropped on them, where several people were sitting, happily chatting and drinking wine.

The light was dim, and in the roof there were some strobe-light spots, flashing from time to time. In the corner near the terrace, there was a bar and two bartenders were serving colorful drinks to the guests, who were chatting happily and walking along the suite.
'She comes in colors everywhere; She combs her hair, she's like a rainbow;" was the music that played in the background, matching perfectly the colored atmosphere Natalie was seeing.

She started to walk toward the terrace when a waiter, who offered her a tray with those colorful drinks, interrupted her. Natalie politely refused, and then turned around. She was face to face with Keith Richards.

"Enchantè, Mademoiselle," he said, holding Natalie's hand.

"Teeger. Natalie Teeger," Said Natalie, a bit astonished by the sudden intrusion of the musician. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Richards."

"You see? They all know me, baby," Richards said to a tall, blond model that was beside him.

"Excuse me; I'm looking for my boss, Mr. Monk. He is tall," said Natalie showing his height with her hand.

"Monk? So you are Monk's date?" interrupted Keith. "Oh, Lord, it's a pity that he is too wasted, honey." Said Keith, shaking his head and winking at Natalie.

"Too wasted? Yes... well...so, have you seen him?"

"Yes, he has just passed by me, or to be honest, he was dragged to the terrace." Keith said, pointing the way.

"Thank you, Mr. Richards. It was a pleasure to meet you," Natalie said, moving toward the terrace.

"They always say it was a pleasure, dear." Keith said to the model, who followed him to the bar.

Reaching the terrace, Natalie saw Mick Jagger resting his elbows on the parapet, looking at the beach and talking to some people. She forgot her mission for a moment; she was standing in front of a rock icon, a legend, and he seemed so receptive that she could just stand besides him and chat, like she was one of his closest friends.

But she could not seize the moment as she would have liked. She felt a strange tightness in her chest, which was caused by her tension over Monk. Looking over at the metal bridge linking the suite to the stage on the beach, she spotted him being carried away.

At that moment, she realized the tightness in her chest was too familiar. She had felt the same thing when she was told Mitch had died, and she had felt the anguish again when she was told that Monk's best friend, Captain Stottlemeyer, had killed him at the pier.

She tried to wave the heavy feeling away, reminding herself of how happy she felt upon seeing Monk in that carwash in Nevada. She strongly grabbed this feeling with her soul, and reached for the cell phone in her purse. She dialed the wanted number as she walked toward the bridge, taking care not to be noticed by the two men who carried Monk.

The phone connection was taking too long to be completed; Natalie took off her shoes to avoid making noise while she crossed the bridge, watching the movements of the kidnappers carefully.

The familiar sound of the captain's voice gave Natalie confidence, as she was reaching the end of the bridge. The men were down at the stage now, and they were walking towards the exit.

"Hi, Capt'n," whispered Natalie.

"Hey, Natalie! What a surprise! How's the weather there, in Rio? Are you enjoying the beach?" joked the Captain, who apparently was in very good mood.

Natalie noticed some jazz being played at the background and people chatting around. "Capt'n, I'm sorry, but I desperately need your help," Natalie continued whispering.

"Oh, Okay. What happened, Natalie? Did Monk drive you crazy and you want to leave him there? Is that why you are whispering?"

Natalie was now at the stairs that linked the bridge to the stage, and she saw the men already walking on the sidewalk.

"No, Capt'n. Mr. Monk has been kidnapped. I am following the kidnappers. They are dragging Monk with them and they are taking him somewhere. I am right behind them."

"Monk what?" asked Stottlemeyer loudly, attracting Randy's attention, who was whispering something in Crystal's ear, making her giggle. The three were enjoying dinner together down on Lots Rd, at The 606 Club, a traditional Jazz Club in London.

"What the hell is happening there, Natalie?" repeated the Captain.


1." Ok, you can come in, but only because you're cute and speaks English."