|Mr Monk and The Kiss
Author: iloveromance PM
What if Natalie suddenly kissed Adrian?Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Friendship - Adrian M. & Natalie T. - Chapters: 14 - Words: 5,952 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-01-12 - Published: 04-19-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4207946
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"Mitch, stop!" Natalie laughed, sighing as her husband trailed kisses down her neck.
"God, you're beautiful..." Mitch whispered, ignoring his wife's protests.
"Mitch, really!" Natalie said. "Julie is right down the hall. She'll hear us!"
Mitch's mouth moved from Natalie's neck, finding her lips.
"Julie is sleeping." He said breathlessly. "She won't hear a thing."
Natalie sighed, wishing this moment could go on forever.
"I love you so much..." Mitch whispered into her hair.
"I love you too, Mitch." Natalie whispered back.
The ringing phone startled them both. Mitch groaned and continued kissing her.
"Mitch!" Natalie laughed. "Get the phone!"
"Mmmm... What phone?" Mitch asked, finding her lips once more.
Finally, Natalie reached over the bed and picked up the receiver.
The ringing continued.
That's weird... Natalie thought
"Hello?" she said again, but the phone still rang.
What is going on? Natalie thought.
"HELLO?" she yelled into the phone.
"OW! Natalie! Why are you yelling?" Monk asked.
"Mr. Monk!" Natalie groaned. She opened her eyes and focused on her alarm clock.
"What time is it?"
"It's 9AM exactly." Monk said. "I would have called earlier, but I only call people at the
"Julie's asleep." Natalie said.
"Why would she be sleeping at 9AM?" Monk asked. "Shouldn't she be in school?"
Natalie rubbed her eyes. "Wait... what time did you say it was?"
"9AM. Well, now it's 9:01...an uneven number..." Monk answered; his voice filled with despair.
Natalie looked around the room, and suddenly it dawned on her. The intimate moment she had been sharing with Mitch had been a dream...
She leaned back against her pillow and sighed.
"Oh God..." Tears filled her eyes and she quickly brushed them away. Mitch had died a long time ago, but sometimes she missed him so much, it was unbearable.
"Natalie! Natalie! Are you there?" Monk was yelling into the phone.
"What?" Natalie asked. "Yes, yes. I'm here, Mr. Monk. Is something wrong?"
"The captain wants us to see us immediately. There's been a murder at Pier 59." Monk said.
"Okay, Mr. Monk. Give me 30 minutes and I'll meet you there." Natalie said.
"30 minutes?" Monk cried. "Why so long?"
"I have to get dressed, Mr. Monk. I'm still in my pajamas." Natalie said.
"There's no time!" Monk yelled!
"But Mr. Monk, I can't go investigating a murder seen in blue flannel pajamas!" Natalie said.
Monk sighed. "Well, alright. But the captain's not going to like this."
"I'm sure he'll understand." Natalie said.
"But Natalie-" Monk protested.
Natalie sighed, hanging up the phone before Monk could continue. She got out of bed and went to change her clothes.
As she walked by her dresser, her eyes locked on the mahogany picture frame. Mitch's face smiled at her, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
God, she missed him...
But there was no time for memories now. She had work to do.