Don't own The Lovely Bones

Don't own Monk

DO own the story

Do own any orginal characters


Lindsey was sitting at a table in CAFÉ GOOD EATS when she heard two women having a conversation.

"You know I swear," one woman with a high pitched voice said, "Some men are so thick you would think their brain is smog"
The other woman laughed.

"Some men on the other hand are so shallow minded," she said, "not even a baby would be at risk of drowning if they were a pool"

The waiter came over.

"Is everything okay," he asked

"Yes," Lindsey said smiling, "Check please"

"Not that it's any of your business but where are your parents. You can't be much older then 12"

"I'm exactly twelve," Lindsey said, "and I was supposed to be meeting a friend but she stood me up"

"Oh"

"My mother is going to pick me up next door," she continued.

Lindsey Salmon was lying through her butt. She was going to walk to the apartment of Adrian Monk which was only a few minutes away. She was going to get him to reunite her family. Susie wasn't dead. Lindsey could feel it. She knew her sister was still alive. She wasn't going to quit looking for her sister and she was going to find her but she couldn't do it herself.

Meanwhile Monk was talking to Leland.

"You know," Leland said, "You're the lucky one"

"You and Karen still arguing," Monk asked sympathecally

Leland laughed.

"I wish," he said, "she stopped talking to me. She just doesn't get it"

"I'm thinking," Monk said, "that maybe you're the one that doesn't get it"

"Monk logically speaking-"

Monk interupted with a laugh.

"You're going to talk logic to the heart. Good luck"

"And what happens if it doesn't work out that way that she- that we hoped. She's going to fall apart"

"Leland, come on. You know that's not true."

"She just doesn't understand"

"I think she understand better then you"
Leland was about to respond when a knock on the door was heard.

Monk went to get the door. There was a 12-year-old girl standing at his door.

"You must be Adrian Monk," the girl said

"Yes and you must be, I have no idea"

"I'm Lindsey Salmon"

"Salmon," Leland said thoughtfuly, "Sussie's sister"

"Yes and she's not dead. I know that she's not dead. That's why Mr. Monk I am coming to you"

"Let me get this straight," Monk said, "You're hiring me to find your sister"

"Hiring… asking a favor, it's really the same difference"

"Okay," Monk said

"Do your parents know where you are?"

"They think I'm on a field trip," Lindsey said

"Well you need to call them," Leland said, "and let them know you're okay"

"I will," Lindsey promised, "but I can't tell them where I am. If Suzzie really is gone this would break them. But I know she isn't gone. I can feel it"

Lindsey called her parents.

"Hey mom hey dad… just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. I love you. See you tomorrow bye"