"Ok so I got the idea for this while watching a Monk and NCIS marathon. This takes place near the begining of season three of NCIS and in season five of Monk. Enjoy! Please review, give me ideas for future chapters or if i should just not continue. I really apreciate it, I mean i really apreaciate it. Be kind, this is my first crossover.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS or Monk

Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and McGee walked off of the airplane and into the San Francisco airport. Gibbs kept a brisk pace making everyone have to hurry to follow. Except McGee. McGee lagged behind. He never wanted to come to San Francisco in the first place. Yes, he had to admit, he was super excited about meeting the famous detective, Adrian Monk, but San Francisco was simply one place he could not be. Not after…

"McGee, you look sick! Got a little air sickness?" Tony elbowed him teasingly.

McGee shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I used to live a few years before I joined NCIS. Just brings back memories," He said calmly. He couldn't let them know about his pain. Gibbs would… Gibbs wouldn't think he was strong enough. Perhaps he'd punish him for being the weak link. And while being yelled and hit over the head by Gibbs, Tony and Ziva would hear. And if they overheard about the mistake he had made years ago, he'd never hear the end of it. All day, every day, until they day he'd die, they would never let him forget what a horrible mistake he made. They'd torment him! Everyday they'd tease him mercilessly. So he'd run down to Abby's lab to avoid they seeing him cry. But Abby would only make the pain worse. He would swear he loved Abby, seeing her would be like a bullet to his heart. So he'd go to Ducky, and tell him about the pain. Ducky would ramble on about something, and remind him. That would just make the pain even worse.

So McGee would tell no one. He told Kate, once. But he had to. She had caught him after hours alone at his desk, crying. He had to tell her. But he made her swear to tell no on else. Kate understood. But now Kate was dead. If he cried now, he'd blame it on the grief he still felt about Kate's death, two months ago. He'd never tell them. He'd never tell anyone.

"Well I'll be! If it isn't Leroy Jethro Gibbs!" The voice came from a man with reddish blonde hair and a mustache.

Gibbs smiled. "How you doing, Leland?" Gibbs asked Captain Leland Stottlemeyer.

"Been good. How about you?" He asked.

Gibbs shook his head. "I've seen better days. We lost one of our agents just two months ago,"

Captain Stottlemeyer sighed. "I'm sorry to hear about that,"

A taller, thinner man with black hair walked up to Gibbs. He reminded Gibbs of Palmer a little bit. "Sir, I'm lieutenant Randy Disher. It's an honor," Randy said, shaking his hand vigorously.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "Yes, well, this is Agent DiNozzo, Agent David, and Agent McGee," He introduced his team. Lieutenant Disher and Captain Stottlemeyer went around and shook each of their hands.

At that moment a car drove up and out walked, or stumbled out more or less, a man with dark brown, curly hair, and a suit buttoned up to his eyes, and a beautiful looking woman with short dirty blonde hair, who DiNozzo immediately walked up to.

"Hi, I'm Agent Tony DiNozzo. I'm going to need to ask you some questions like what your name is, whether or not you or married or have a boyfriend, and what your cell phone number is," He said, turning the charm level up to maximum.

He suddenly felt a sharp slap to the back of the head. He turned around to look at Gibbs. "Don't you have a girlfriend, DiNozzo? You wouldn't shut up about her on the plane." Gibbs asked.

"You mean, Cat? No, Cat isn't my girlfriend… well I mean she is, but…"

"This would be Adrian Monk and Natalie Teeger," Captain Stottlemeyer introduced them, walking up.

Natalie shook hands with the NCIS members. Tony gave her an amazing smile as she shook his hand. She smiled back, giving a brilliant white smile. "I'm not your type," She said.

Tony, stepped back, a little taken back. He walked up to Mr. Monk and outstretch his hand. "It's a real honor sir. I've heard a lot about you."

Monk just smiled, hold up his hands with no intention of shaking hands. "I wish I could say the same," he said and walked away.

Tony looked to Natalie. "Don't worry, he does that to everyone," She said.

Ziva shook Natalie's hand but just smiled at Mr. Monk. But McGee didn't even walk up to them. He just stood and looked out into the distance. Mr. Monk stared at him for a minuet, as it realizing something. There was something different about McGee. Different than all of the others. Finally McGee walked up and offered to shake Monk's hand. To everyone's surprise, Mr. Monk took McGee's hand and shook it.

"Here, here's a wipe!" Natalie said holding him a wipe.

Mr. Monk didn't even notice it.


It was late at night. Mr. Monk couldn't sleep. There was someone out in front of the Drug Store near his apartment. He was making a lot of noise. Mr. Monk already leaned out the window once to the him to shut up. But the man still wouldn't shut up!

Monk got out of bed and leaned out the window. He was about to tell him to shut up, but then he realized the man was crying, and probably didn't hear him. So he got out of his apartment, got in the elevator, walked outside, across the street, and who did he see? None other than Agent Timothy McGee.

"Agent McGee?" Monk asked.

McGee shot up like a rocket, wiping the tears from his face. "Oh, um, Mr. Monk. Um… what are you doing here?"

"Were you… Crying?" Monk asked.

"Um… no…" McGee lied.

"Here, why don't you… come inside. My apartment is right over there." Monk pointed, turning to straighten McGee's tie.


Monk led McGee inside. "Her name Kat, wasn't it?" Mr. Monk asked.

McGee met his gaze with a look of utter confusion. "I'm sorry?"

Monk pointed to his ring finger. "There's a faint tan on your ring finger. Most likely from a wedding ring. You were married once, but not anymore because you date, but you still keep the ring. It's in your wallet. If you were cheating on your wife, you'd hide the ring somewhere out of sight or not bring it at all. You also flinch every time Agent DiNozzo mentioned his girlfriend, Cat, so something bad must have happened to you, something related to a girl named Kat. If you were divorced you wouldn't have been crying out on the street. What was her name? Was it Kat?"

McGee sighed and gave a sort of sad, half hearted smile. "Katherine. Her name was Katherine. But she went by Kat at the place where she worked. She died in a car bomb, parked out in front of the drug store out there," he said, remembering sadly.

Monk stopped and stared at McGee for a moment. "A car bomb?" he picked up a picture of Trudy and held it close, sinking onto the couch. "My wife, Trudy, died in a car bomb too. She said she was just going to pick up some things. She went to a parking garage. I still don't know why... Why she was there in the first place," he stared at the picture emptily. "When I got there, it was almost too late. She didn't say anything, just held my hands in hers and..." he trailed off. "And I still don't know who did it..."

McGee slowly sat down on one of the chairs. "I'll never forget the day Katherine died. It was only five months after Jimmy and Annabelle died," he said, crying.

"Jimmy and Annabelle?" Mr. Monk asked looking up.

McGee nodded sadly. "Twins. My son and daughter. They were born prematurely," McGee laughed. "It's crazy, I know. But I can't help but feel proud and sad when I talk to Jimmy Palmer. He reminds me so much of my own son... I can't help but feel proud of him like I would if he was my own son," McGee laughed again. "Sometimes I have to wonder if he is my son. But I know that that's not possible. Jimmy would only be eight years old if..." McGee shook his head. "He just reminds me so much of my son. He's got the same color of eyes as Katherine. Then again, I'll never know what color of eye Jimmy had. He never opened them. My little baby boy was born dead..." he blinked the tears away and laughed. "Annabelle, I remember, looked just like her mother. Except for her eyes. She had bright green eyes, like me," his smile faded. "She was born with her eyes open, but she didn't make a sound. The doctors took her away, didn't even let Katherine hold her. Ten minuets later the doctor walked back in and told us Annabelle had died,"

"Trudy always talked about having kids, but I was too scared, too worries that I wouldn't make a good father. Too worried that my children would turn out like Ambrose and me. I didn't want them to have to suffer like I did when I was a kid. But I should have said yes," Mr. Monk put his head in his hands. "Why didn't I say yes?"

"Katherine went to the drug store to get milk. She wanted me to go with her, but I was too tired. I should have gone with her. Why didn't I go with her?" McGee asked.


Natalie walked into the room early the next morning. There were muffled sound, like crying. "Mr. Monk? Mr. Monk?" She asked. She walked into the living room to see Mr. Monk and Agent McGee crying. "Mr. Monk! Agent McGee! What happened?" She cried.

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