Family
Title: Family
Author: adina_anne
Rating: K, G
Fandom: Monk
Summary: Five brief moments from Adrian's life, reminding him that he is not alone.
“Trudy, I have something I need to tell you.”
“What is it, Adrian?” Her eyes smiled, lighting up her entire face. The smile that had been on his face for the past forty-five minutes magnified as he imagined her reaction.
“I made Detective.”
“So you’re Adrian Monk. I keep hearing you’re one of a kind.” His voice was gruff and deep, but the hand he extended was friendly enough.
“Leland Stottlemeyer.” His head jerked forward in a recognition nod as he shook his hand. “I read your file.”
“You know my deepest secrets now?” Neither man moved for a beat until Adrian laughed hesitantly and Leland joined in.
no… No! Not this. Not now. …not her. Not her…
He woke up. The phone was ringing, not the sirens from his past. His hand fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing the receiver. “Yes?”
“Adrian, our session started fifteen minutes ago. Is there something I’m missing?”
“Dr. Kroger?” He opened his eyes; the pillow lay next to him, his left arm holding it close.
“What happened to her?”
“She died.” He looked up at the ceiling and shifted his shoulders a little. He didn’t need a nurse.
“Car bomb in ’97. Warrick Tennyson. He’s in jail now.”
“Disher!”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Shut up.”
He walked through the front door. The day had been hard and he just wanted to sit on his couch and think. But the phone was ringing. He ignored it, deciding to grab a glass of water in order to stay by the phone in case whoever was calling left a message.
Hi, Adrian. It’s your brother, Ambrose. Dad’s birthday is tonight. I made his favorite. You should come over… You know, in case he returns.
“He’s never going to return, Ambrose…”
If you get this, could you…could you ask Natalie to come along? I…I think I like her… I’m setting out a plate right now for you, Adrian. You should be here. Dad’s going to come home.
“No, he won’t.”
Author: adina_anne
Rating: K, G
Fandom: Monk
Summary: Five brief moments from Adrian's life, reminding him that he is not alone.
“Trudy, I have something I need to tell you.”
“What is it, Adrian?” Her eyes smiled, lighting up her entire face. The smile that had been on his face for the past forty-five minutes magnified as he imagined her reaction.
“I made Detective.”
“So you’re Adrian Monk. I keep hearing you’re one of a kind.” His voice was gruff and deep, but the hand he extended was friendly enough.
“Leland Stottlemeyer.” His head jerked forward in a recognition nod as he shook his hand. “I read your file.”
“You know my deepest secrets now?” Neither man moved for a beat until Adrian laughed hesitantly and Leland joined in.
no… No! Not this. Not now. …not her. Not her…
He woke up. The phone was ringing, not the sirens from his past. His hand fumbled over the nightstand, grabbing the receiver. “Yes?”
“Adrian, our session started fifteen minutes ago. Is there something I’m missing?”
“Dr. Kroger?” He opened his eyes; the pillow lay next to him, his left arm holding it close.
“What happened to her?”
“She died.” He looked up at the ceiling and shifted his shoulders a little. He didn’t need a nurse.
“Car bomb in ’97. Warrick Tennyson. He’s in jail now.”
“Disher!”
“Yes, Captain?”
“Shut up.”
He walked through the front door. The day had been hard and he just wanted to sit on his couch and think. But the phone was ringing. He ignored it, deciding to grab a glass of water in order to stay by the phone in case whoever was calling left a message.
Hi, Adrian. It’s your brother, Ambrose. Dad’s birthday is tonight. I made his favorite. You should come over… You know, in case he returns.
“He’s never going to return, Ambrose…”
If you get this, could you…could you ask Natalie to come along? I…I think I like her… I’m setting out a plate right now for you, Adrian. You should be here. Dad’s going to come home.
“No, he won’t.”