Author's Note: THIS CHAPTER IS KIND OF GRAPHIC! BE ADVISED! I know some of you don't like this kind of thing so I'm letting you know now! But to all of you who have been waiting for something to happen...I think this chapter is the one you've been waiting for with an unexpected turn at the end! ENJOY!

Days passed and soon Natalie realized that Adrian and Julie had formed a very close bond. John had been taking her out so often that she was barely spending time with Julie and Adrian together.

When she did she felt as though she was being left out.

Not on purpose of course, it was just that – that they talked about things that she didn't know anything about. Sadly it was things she should have known by now.

The other night Julie and Adrian had been talking about how very different life would have been if Biederbeck hadn't sued him and Trudy for everything they had. The conversation had shocked her. Listening as Adrian explained to Julie that it was the reason he lived where he did…and why he barely ever had any money.

Natalie listened in awe as Adrian actually talked to Julie. Talked to her about how he didn't use to be as frugal as he was now.

Julie had smiled at him and said in a sincere voice "I don't think you're cheap Mr. Monk."

And then Natalie had turned her head to find an actual smile on his face. Not a forced one or an attempt at a smile…but a real smile. And when she saw it…when she saw it she felt something inside her give, and the want to see that smile all the time overtook her.

Natalie had to walk away from the two, knowing that if she stayed one second longer…she would do something stupid – like kiss him.

The urge to do so had been building and building. Every time they were alone together it felt like electricity charged the room. Worse now was that Monk had been touching her without realizing he was doing so…maybe it was because they had…well…because they had been…intimate. Whatever the reason, Monk had been touching her hands and not using a wipe.

It still didn't mean that he was jumpy around her…or that anything had changed…it was just that…something had changed between them. Even though 'it never happened'…both of them knew that things had changed.

Sometimes she caught him staring at her. When she did she would stare back into his eyes and feel a heat rising from just below her stomach. More times she would blush and turn away or pretend to do something else.

It was a dangerous thing…these feelings that she felt. She never in a million years would have expected to feel like this...about him.

Adrian Monk was a man that had problems beyond those of most. His O.C.D. impaired him drastically...but it was odd to know he was not always like he now was.

As she continued to wash the dishes she turned her head to look at a photo of Trudy. Staring at the photo she realized that Trudy had seen a side of Adrian she might never see. Until a few months ago he had just been a...a friend. Now...now she was startled to realized that they had become much more than just friends.

Being in the same room as him was extremely difficult now. The things that would normally annoy her to no end was now something that she willingly accepted as long as she could be close to him. And now when she was close to him it didn't seem that she was close enough.

It was also odd when people talked about him. Before she could just crack a joke about his issues with just about anyone...now though...when she would hear someone say something about him or crack a joke about him...anger would seep through her body. Anger at not just the person saying something - but at herself to.

She herself had said things or made jokes about him. Now as she stood at the sink continuing to wash the dishes in his apartment did she realize that for the first time ever...she had understood what she had been doing. Making fun of him herself!

Why?

Because it was easy. Because Adrian Monk didn't pretend to be someone else like everyone else she knew. Because it made her feel better about herself.

Clanging plates together she felt the anger at herself pour forth once more.

Suddenly she found him in the kitchen with her. Looking over at him she felt the anger drain away instantly. Her face soon formed into a soft smile.

He was sweeping some small specks of dirt on the floor. Concentrating solemly on the dirt he didn't notice her looking at him, instead he continued to sweep. Natalie remembered something then, removing her hands from the water she quickly dried her hands and went out to her car. Within a few minutes she was back, and Monk was still sweeping.

Monk didn't even notice that Natalie had left, looking down at the dirt that he couldn't seem to sweep up. Then another broom came into his line of sight. It swept the dirt that he had in front of his broom - but then he heard a vacuum sound and then the dirt was sucked up by the broom.

Monk looked up in awe at Natalie. Natalie had a huge smile on her face and couldn't contain the giggle as she saw his face. Slowly she handed the broom in her hand to Monk. Monk set his broom aside quickly and took the red broom that Natalie held into his hands as if it was the most incredible thing he had ever seen. Looking at the broom as if were the sword Excalibur itself.

"It's...It's" Monk tried to speak, tried to tell her how incredible it was.

"Julie and I saw it yesterday in the mall, we knew you'd have to have it." Natalie said with the smile still on her face.

And that's when she saw it again, Monk looked up and smiled at her...a real smile. It made her heart flutter, and it took every ounce of self control she had not to kiss him in that one moment.

"Thank you." Adrian said with the smile still on his face. Natalie nodded her head slightly as she stared into his eyes. And Monk just did the same...just stared into her eyes.

And then...and then something completely unexpected happened, something that seemed absurd. Natalie leaned over...and kissed his cheek.

It was supposed to be a friendship kiss, a peck really...to show him that she cared for him. But Monk's eyes slanted and closed as he had watched her do so. When he slowly opened his eyes they locked with hers.

Then it happened again...that which had never happened - happened AGAIN!

Natalie couldn't have helped herself. The want and need for him had become one thing - driving her to kiss him. To take what she damn well thought was hers. He still froze, but a part of him still allowed Natalie to take control once more.

And it happened there, ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR!

Clothes were soon tossed away while passionate filled kisses hindered them slightly.

It had been months since it had happened the first time and the time spent reliving it was nothing compared to the actual recurrence of the act. It wasn't fast, and yet the urgency to the act shook both of them. This time though...this time Natalie didn't need to move his hands as much...this time he moved of his own volition. And this time it was Adrian that was crushing her.

It didn't take long before the culmination of their energy sent them soaring towards the explosion that made their bodies surrender in relaxation. Both voicing the completion of the act.

Neither moved for the longest time. Shaky breaths leaving their bodies as the sweat cooled their heated skin. Natalie took the precious moments by holding him to her, caressing his back with her finger tips. Feeling his breathe against her neck and wondering how either of them had gotten here. To this place where they had become more a part of each others lives than either one had ever thought possible.

His lips slowly kissing her neck made her close her eyes, her heart fluttered so violently that she was sure he felt it against his own chest.

But then the heaven that they were in couldn't have lasted long. Monk rolled away from her...and when his body hit the cold tile floor...reality hit...and in full force.

"Oh My GOD!"

Adrian Monk realized...he was laying...naked...on his kitchen floor.

And it seemed as though the events of all those months ago replayed themselves.

Monk freaked out again, and Natalie again realized what she had done. Quickly she dressed and made a mad dash for her car, again crying.

But this time...this time something was different. This time as Adrian Monk cleaned all night...he cried too. Cried as he showered, cried as he cleaned...all because he realized what it meant. He would always love Trudy, and he would never love anyone like he loved her.

But...but now he was in love with someone else...not like he loved Trudy...but it was just as strong - just different.

Monk had wanted to be with her...but at the same time feared it. It wasn't a phobia of germs or claustrophobia that had kept him away from her. Instead...it was the feeling of guilt. The feeling that he was betraying Trudy.

He had betrayed Trudy.

It would take the visit of one Leland Stottlemeyer the next day for anyone to have known that Adrian Monk...was once more catatonic. The guilt and remorse had driven him into it.

Stottlemeyer had stood infront of Monk waving his hand back and forth, his eyes showing shock and sorrow...because he had seen this once before. When Trudy died.

Stottlemeyer tried to talk to him, tried to get him to speak...but it was no use. Monk couldn't hear him.

It was then that Stottlemeyer realized that he had to place a phone call. A long overdue one in fact.

Stepping out of the room and into the hall he called the only person he knew who could help his friend. Hoping that Adrian Monk...wasn't gone forever.

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