I know I haven't faithfully updated in forever but with all the things that's been going on and the fact that I share a computer with four others might have something to do with it. Sorry now I sound like I'm whining XD Enjoy!
But be warned, this is not my best work.
Natalie pulled her car up along the side of the road, shut off the engine, and got out of her vehicle, slammed her car door shut infuriated. She threw her keys and sunglasses into her purse and secured the straps over her shoulder. She paused suddenly at the lack of movement in the passenger seat and looked behind her.
There sat Monk identically upset but with a wry expression fixed on her. She raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip, daring him to defy her.
He then broke eye contact by looking down miserably.
Nope, that wasn't going to work.
She had had enough of his behavior today. They were already an hour late from where they were supposed to be and he still would not move.
The captain would certainly have her head for this and then she'd have Monks'.
Natalie keep her glare steady on her soon to be ex boss and watched him twitch nervously in his seat avoiding eye contact at all cost. He wasn't budging.
Back at the apartment she had nearly attacked him with his own toilet brush to get him out of his that length of time, the captain had called five more times with threats of his own, demanding them to get over there. So now here they where, her outside wait impatiently and him refusing to get out of the car until she took him and his soiled rug to the cleaners.
" Adrian Monk, you get out of the car right now, I don't have time for this, I'm not even suppose to be working right now. You gave me the day off remember! She nearly pleaded when her own words reminded her of her busy day ahead planning her daughter's party.
He cocked his head and opened his mouth but she had beat him to the punch. "And if you even mention that rug again I will throw it into the ocean!" She shrieked.
Monk gasped in horror and opened the car door, "Okay, okay! I'm coming, why do you have to be so uptight." Monk mumbled the last part to himself. He shut the car door and hurried over to her side.
It wasn't until that moment when he was coming towards her, that she had really got a good look at him.
He looked exhausted, stiff as he walked over, one careful step at a time. He looked older than he was and that scared her. His eyes were watery, bloodshot and shadowed from lack of sleep.
Without warning, a sudden urge to give in and comfort him swarmed her full force making her take an involuntary step forward.
No! She stopped herself and looked away, pushing aside her guilt. She would deal with him after the case and not before. She confided.
Still however she felt the words slip, "Look, I know you've had a rough night and I'm sorry for being so pushy but the sooner you go the faster it will be and then you can go back home and relax." She then heard herself add," I'll even go to the cleaners while I'm out. She knew she was babbling but she was trying to settle the awful feelings she felt about making him come.
I had to, she argued with herself.
It was her day off after all and it was suppose to be her day with Julie. He may of had a rough night but so had she. The fears and anxiety of Julie getting closer to adulthood had nearly made her call off the whole birthday and refuse to let her daughter grow up. She knew it was ridiculous but it was how she had felt.
She'd only be a couple hours anyway, it was all she needed while he was doing his thing.
He would be fine.
"Okay, well I'll see later." She promised inching towards her car watching cautiously for any signs of fear.
Monk nodded his head wordlessly and after a few seconds of silence he took that as his cue to leave.
He walked briskly away and to the crime scene to get a good distance from his assistant, he had only stopped once to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves but other than that he kept walking. He looked back when he was a good few yards and saw that Natalie hadn't even moved from her spot at the car. She just kept watching him with an unreadable expression on her face.
She must be really upset with me. Monk groaned and turned his attention back over to where he was going.
Police cars lined up all along the sides of the ritzy neighborhood even blocking a few driveways. There where at least a dozen officers hanging around and one of them he recognized was Randy.
Randy waved over to the dark haired detective and pointed to the direction where Monk should be heading to. It was farther down the road, a couple houses down.
Monk didn't even get half way to the scene before he heard his named being hollered on his right. Monk turned nervously to find a very irritated looking captain coming to him.
" Adrian Monk where in the world have you been, don't you see we have a very important murder on our hands!" The light haired captain retorted stopping to face his friend.
Monk rose his brow, "Why who was it?" Monk asked getting into his detective mode.
"Here's the folder sir." Randy came up from behind handing Leland a case report.
"Thanks Randy." The captain took it and opened it up. He motioned for Monk to follow while he read the police report aloud. " Arthur Smith, goes by Arty, African American, six feet tall, he's the mailman in this section.
Monk nodded, "So why is he important...other than being a human being." Monk stammered out the rest of the part under Leland's critical gaze.
Leland shook off the comment, "We'll even though this poor guy died, it's not so much who was killed but where he was killed.
"This neighborhood look familiar to you?" Leland asked.
Monk looked away from him and took in his surroundings. "This is the major's neighborhood. Monk stated, his eyes wide with interest.
"Yep, and guess where the body is?" Leland quizzed.
"The major's house." Monk guessed.
"Yup."
"You think there's a connection? Monk said incredulously.
Leland shrugged scratching at his chin," All I know is the major's shook up, he claims that he's the target. That somehow the killer was here early this morning waiting for him, it was foggy and he killed what he thought was the major coming from his house."
Monk cringed his nose.
"Yea, that what I thought. Leland replied.
"But see here's the think," Monk spoke pressing the tips of his fingers together, " If the killer was aiming for the major don't you think he'd make sure it was him before pulling the trigger? I mean come on, no person is that stupid..." Monk proclaimed knowing that even his friend had doubts about the story too.
"I know, I realize that but even though that's not the case, there is still a concern about why the guy was killed in front of the most important person in town." Leland explained.
Mike nodded and walked up ahead pulling out his wipes and opened the tall black metal gate to the major's front yard.
He made a beeline for the body determined to get to the bottom of this and to finds some clues.
"This is Natalie, I can't come to the phone right now. I'm spending some quality time with my soon to be 18 year old daughter! Mom! Stop! Haha leave a message at the-" Beep!
Monk frowned and pushed the end button on his house phone. It was the sixth time he had called and it always went directly to the answering machine.
"She's not answering, why is she not answering." Monk grumbled to himself, picking up the phone to dial her number again.
Monk had had a long day, the scene had been clear of evidence. No fingerprints, no signs of struggle, nothing. The only thing they had to go on was the knife wound but the knife was no where to be found. The murderer had made a very clean get away and it bothered him.
To make it worse, when he was done investigating Natalie was still gone. Natalie had left right when he was out of sight, according to Randy.
Monk had tried to contact her through Randy's cellphone but it forward him to her voice mail. So he had to walk, it was that or ride in the dirt magnet Randy own for twelve blocks.
Monk placed the phone down on the hook after yet another attempt to get in touch with his assistant.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh, express his exhaustion. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him. He gazed over at the clock and it was exactly four in the afternoon.
Perfect napping time. He decided to worn out to even worry if he would have another nightmare.
Monk slowly trudged dragged his feet to his chair and sank heavily into it, he adjusted his position in his chair and got comfortable, he was out in minutes drifting into a profound slumber.
It wasn't but minutes later Monk woke up jerked from unconsciousness. A loud piercing scream had erupted throughout the entire apartment complex.
I know it's short but I got alot on my plate and I was in a hurry. The next chapter will take time I might add so please be patient!
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