Oi! Sorry this took so long guys!

"McGee? MCGEE!" Abby's frantic calls rang out through the streets of San Francisco.

"No, Mr. Monk. There's no stain" Natalie tried to convict Mr. Monk of this as they walked out of the cleaners.

"No, no. There's defiantly a stain! I see it! It's right there! Its burning my skin! Its like acid!" Mr. Monk cried. "I-I'm going back in,"

"No no no. You heard her! She said she'd call the cops if you went back in there! And Captain Stottlemeyer is too busy trying to find Agent McGee!" Natalie protested, dragging Monk away.

That's when Abby felt herself growing hopeful. McGee? She knew McGee! Abby ran over to Natalie and Monk, frantically. "Hi, hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. You said something about McGee? Do you know him? Do you know where he is?" she asked frantically.

"Oh, you must be Abby! Agent Gibbs said you'd be coming by. I'm Natalie Tigger and this is Adrian Monk," Natalie smiled.

"Is there a stain here?" Monk interrupted, pointing to his shirt.

Abby blinked. "Yeah, looks like a rye grass stain," she said quickly. "Anyways you said something about Mc-"

"OH MY- Natalie wipe! Wipe wipe wipe wipe! Wipe Natalie! Wipe! Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!"Monk cried.


Fours. He'd been there for four days. Which means he'd been officially missing for four days

And he doubted he'd survive for another.

Or at least, the bartender was sure he'd blow out his liver.

The bartender had been kind enough to let him stay in the basement of the bar when he found him sobbing on the street. He wasn't much of a drinker. He could barely hold down his liquor. So he usually sat at the bar, drinking soda or water. No, he wasn't much of a drinker. But he was one heck of a singer.

"Lights will guide you home. And ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you," McGee sang karaoke to Fix You by Coldplay. His jacket was slung over a jacket. His shirt was partially untucked, his hair a mess.

Then there was a huge noise that sounded almost like an explosion and all heads turned to the door that had been thrust open.

"TIMMY!" Abby's overjoyed squeal broke the silence.

McGee had barely turned around, eyes squinted in confusion, before Abby plowed into him. Abby's frantic babbling was drowned out was drown out by:


All eyes turned to Monk. No one had any idea what had happened. All they knew what that Mr. Monk was seriously freaking out.

Abby gave the odd man a dismissive wave and turned back to McGee, hugging him tightly. "Where have you been, McGee?" she cried, her voice quivering.

McGee was was too confused, and way too tired to think about it. "Just... You know... Here," he said, dancing around the subject.

Abby shoved him away and glared daggers at him. "Don't you 'just, you know, here' me!" she yelled, stomping her foot on the ground. Then she hugged him again, more fiercely than before. "I've been worried sick about you!" she cried. She sniffled quietly, as if holding back tears, and McGee was so shocked, he really couldn't think of anything to say.

The bar went on with its noise, no longer concerned and crowding about the four people near the front of the bar. But to Abby and McGee, the whole world felt silent.

Finally, Abby slipped her hand into McGee's. "Come on. Let's go back to the station," she said quietly.

McGee blushed a little, when she held his hand. But then he shifted his weight and stared at the floor. "I-I... I can't," he said quietly.

"Why not?" she asked softly, sadly.

"I... It's just... Everything... Here... Reminds me of them," he whimpered, slumping down to sit on the floor.

Natalie walked up putting a hand on his shoulder. "Your family?"

McGee nodded, his face turning red. Tears rolled down his face. "I-I... It's just hard... And..."

Abby, sitting beside him, couldn't think of anything consoling to say. Luckily, Natalie was there. She squatted down beside him, rubbing her hand across his back comfortingly.

"Hey," she said softly. "I know how it feels. When I lost Mitch, everything I did reminded me of him. And it was so hard to get through the day, constantly being reminded that I'd lost him,"

McGee looked away, tears rolling fiercely down his face.

"But I promise it gets better," Natalie said. "Soon it stops hurting. You don't get reminded of what you lost, but had," she promised.

Monk even squatted beside him. "The man you punch, they had to let him go because they had no solid evidence. But I promise that I'll help you find him. I'll help you make him pay for what he did us," he said. "I promise,"

"Come on, Timmy, please? We'll help you! We'll all help you! We all will," Abby, too, made her promise.

Finally, McGee nodded. Shakily, wiping his tears, he got up. "Alright,"