Disclaimer: I do not own Monk or any of the Characters, but I am in love with the show!

By the way I am new to fan fiction as a writer; however I have been reading the stories of others so go gentle on me NO FLAMES PLEASE.

Set when Natalie finds Monk in Monk on the Run (missing scene)

Natalie practically sprinted towards Monk with a wipe in hand. She was so happy to see him alive and thinking that he was dead had really reminded her how much he meant to her and even Julie. When she got to him she threw her arms around him and placed kisses on his face before leaning back and wiping away her "germs". She couldn't contain her emotions and returned to smothering her boss with affection. She hadn't thought that she would ever see him alive again. Before she could finish wiping his left cheek he reached up and grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. She was puzzled but just thought that he must want to do it himself so she attempted to hand it to him. He wouldn't take it at first but then grabbed it from her outstretched palm. She was surprised however when he didn't start wiping his face but dropped the wipe to the ground. Even more shocking was the fact that she felt the warmth of Monk's arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into an embrace. Before she knew what was happening she felt his lips brush her own. He was kissing her and wasn't flinching away or freaking out about germs. After a moment he pulled away, and stared at the ground afraid of what Natalie might think. She was speechless and completely surprised and all she could do was stand there wishing it had lasted longer. "Sorry," Monk stuttered, "I just . . ." She didn't let him finish his sentence but leaned in and kissed his cheek and said, " It's okay, I missed you and you being gone has made me realize how much you mean to me, I love you Adrian and I don't ever want to have to go through something like that again."

"I was just . . . trying to protect you because I . . ., I love you too and I would kill my self if I let something happen to you like I did with Trudy" he reasoned. She understood his pain and wanted to comfort him and let him know that she would always be there for him. She felt him leaning toward him when a man she didn't quite recognize came around the corner gun in hand and yelled in their direction . . .

I don't know, this sounded better in my head, like I just can't make it sound as romantic and awe inspiring on paper as it does in my head.