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One Night Changes Everything	By : AtlantianDestiny Category: M through R > Monk Views: 6421 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Monk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Leland had quickly defused the situation between himself and Monk. Explaining to him how emotional Natalie had acted and that he had only comforted her 'as a friend'.
Really he had no clue why he felt the need to say it like that. For some reason he knew it was important in keeping Monk's friendship.
It wouldn't have mattered though. Because even though Monk was acting upset about discovering Natalie in Leland's arms, the truth of the matter was that he was still reeling from what he and Trudy had discussed. Playing the discussion over and over in his mind, he continued to mull over what she had said to him.
They had already discussed everything that he had needed for 'the case' and had been about to leave when Trudy had said something that made him stop in his tracks.
"So was that your wife out there yesterday?"
Monk froze and turned to stare at Trudy. It was look of bewilderment on his face that had made her continue.
"It looked like she was pretty upset when she came to pick you up and you uh...already had..a ride?" Trudy said yet asked a question she really knew she had any right to ask.
Monk had raised his shoulder as his normal nervous tick made him move in such a way. Hands twisting with the other as his nervousness and guilt suddenly hit him with Trudy's question.
"Natalie." He mumbled her name as he continued to look down at his hands and twist them tightly.
Trudy watched him closely and let out a small 'uh huh."
"She's not your wife I take it."
Monk said nothing but shook his head and again his shoulder twitched.
Trudy said nothing, waiting for him to make the next step in their conversation.
"My wife died." Monk said quietly as he continued to look down at his hands.
Trudy slowly looked down to the ground and nodded her head slightly. Getting exactly why this man was helping her, and understanding what kind of person he really was.
"Twelve years ago." Monk elaborated.
It was then that Trudy looked up with a sideways glance.
"And ah...am I to assume that some...thing is going on between...the two of you?"
It was then that Monk finally looked at her. Shock being the main reason, but realization that someone understood what was happening that wasn't a friend was the other.
Trudy smirked when she saw the almost scared look in his eyes.
"You're in love with her...aren't you?" Trudy asked softly, almost as if she knew the words would frighten him.
Adrian didn't know what to say except the truth. Mumbling he said softly "I don't know."
Trudy's smirk became a soft smile. Looking into Trudy's eyes Monk felt as if the woman was reading his mind once more.
"Yes you do." Trudy again said the words softly, "You're just too afraid to admit it."
Adrian slowly made his way back to his chair in front of the jail cell.
Sitting down he tried to make himself comfortable - which was just impossible because of who he was.
Trudy smiled at him, almost in a disarming way...but Monk was not someone that was disarmed so easily. Trudy just had a way of making him feel able to talk to her, like they had known each other a lifetime.
"I noticed that you wipe down objects a lot with those wipes you carry." Trudy slowly eased into Monk. Certain that he was a very private man and that to just blurt out what she thought would have been a very bad idea.
"I'm ah...germ-a-phobic." Monk actually said out loud, realizing just how odd his illness sounded when he said it out loud.
"You're afraid of germs...or are you afraid of something hurting you?"
Monk just stared into Trudy's bright blue eyes - at a complete loss of words.
"Adrian...what scares you about germs?"
In all of the years he had been in therapy...he had never been asked that question.
"Of being hurt...by them." Monk stuttered out the words, as if he himself were realizing how absurd it sounded.
"Does it work? Being that afraid of them? Wiping down things and yourself? Does it make you not get hurt?"
The question left him with the only true answer he could give.
"No."
Trudy smiled softly at the answer.
"Being afraid isn't always a bad thing Adrian. But...sometimes fear keeps us from doing the things we really want."
Monk looked into her eyes as if she had just given him hope. It wasn't a look that crossed his face often. Most of his hope had been shattered over the years by various things. But for some reason this woman was able to make him realize something for himself. It all came down to the next question that she asked him.
"Are you going to let fear stop you from doing...and being what you really want?"
Trudy watched Adrian become very inverted as he worked the question in his mind. Watching him do so she could only hope that he would remain communicative with her.
"I don't want it - to stop me." Monk said firmly if but hesitantly.
"Adrian, I need you to look at me."
Monk immediately turned his gaze up to her eyes. The brightness in her eyes almost like beacons for him in the mad sea that was his mind.
"I let my fear," Trudy started as she stared directly into Monk's eyes, "keep me from being with a man that I loved."
Monk saw the tears form in Trudy's eyes, making him realize that she wasn't lying to him...or trying to be compassionate. Gertrude Bakker was trying to keep him from making the mistakes that she herself had.
"I loved..." chocking on her words as the tears began to clog her throat," my husband." Nodding her head as she closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. "I loved him so much that I thought I would be betraying him if I loved anyone even a fraction as much as I loved him."
The detectives heart dropped as he himself realized that was exactly what he felt. That he...
Trudy opened her watery eyes and stared straight into the deep browns that now held her in full attention.
"But I was wrong." The last word wavering in her mouth.
"I betrayed him by not living for him."
Of all the things that people had ever said to him - to move on, get on with his life, she would have wanted him to be happy. After all the excuses that people had given him - this was the only reason that he could ever see to keep going.
"Did your wife want kids?" Trudy asked softly, knowing that the subject was delicate even to her.
Monk began to tear up himself as he nodded slowly.
Trudy smirked through her own tears.
"Do you think she'd want you to have them?" Trudy almost whispered out the question.
Monk again nodded slowly.
"Adrian," Trudy again gained his attention, "if you loved her, you'd try and complete the things that she wanted for her - for you. If only so you can say that you tried to be the person that she wanted you to be."
That's what Monk had been left with as he had been interrupted by Sharona. Quickly he had regained his composure and had left with the angered woman, not even saying goodbye to Trudy as he had been dragged down the hallways to find Leland Stottlemeyer holding Natalie.
There was not much that he could have said to Leland to make him understand exactly why he was upset. First off...he himself didn't know exactly why.
The captain saw that there was something off in Monk's all around demeanor. He didn't say anything though. Really he was afraid to cause Monk to have another breakdown. Obviously he was trying to keep Monk calm. Hopefully thinking that Monk was just getting use to being back in the game. Really he would have no idea what was going on for a huge while.
Natalie let out a huge breath and slowly brought her hand down to her stomach. A small smile graced her face as she thought of the possibility of her actually being pregnant. The only problem was that she only had the hunch that she indeed was pregnant.
Sharona looked over to find Natalie staring down at her stomach and realized that Natalie didn't really know if she was pregnant. But after their conversation it sounded like it was a definite thing. Still Sharona was a nurse, and knew the importance of actually knowing how far along in the pregnancy she was would be helpful for herself and the baby.
Looking at Natalie and the blissful little smile on her face, Sharona knew she'd do anything to make sure Natalie and the baby would be ok. Even if it meant she would need to move back here permanently.
Sharona hadn't been lying when she said that she loved Adrian like a brother. After everything that she had been through with Adrian, she would be there for him - and as of now - it meant being here for Natalie as well.
The Jersey girl was witnessing right before her eyes just how much Natalie Teeger loved Adrian Monk. And it wasn't by the way she looked at him, or the way she talked about him. It was merely the smile on her face as she realized she was carrying his child within her. As a mother Sharona knew just how incredible a feeling it was.
Sharona pushed herself off of the counter and adjusted the purse that she constantly had on her shoulder. Natalie of course immediately looked up at Sharona with a questioning look.
Sharona looked at her with a blank look and then suddenly gave her a look of 'what?'
"Do you or do you NOT want to know if you're pregnant?" Sharona's accent making the question sound like a statement.
"Where are you going?" Natalie asked as she began to follow Sharona to the locked bathroom door as Sharona looked in her purse.
"I'm gonna buy some pregnancy tests." Sharona said as she yet again scuffled through her purse.
Finally it clicked for Natalie that she was looking for money and quickly pulled out a hundred dollar bill.
"Here. Buy at least ten." Natalie instructed as she handed the money to Sharona.
Sharona looked up at her with one cocked eyebrow. Implying to Natalie with that small gesture 'of course you want ten...your carrying Adrian Monk's child'.
Natalie gave Sharona her classic don't mess with me look - one that was usually aimed at the man that had put her in this condition. Of course Natalie was not one to let Sharona get away with the look that she was bestowing upon her.
"Don't judge me." She said and quickly started shoving Sharona out of the bathroom before Sharona could talk back.
Sharona found herself on the other side of the locked bathroom door. About to open her mouth and shout something she stopped herself as her scowl became a smirk.
One thought leaped into her head.
She just might be perfect for him.
With that she turned and huffed out a breath and quickly made her way down the hall and out of the precinct.
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