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Some time after working himself into a painful sweat, Monk stumbles downstairs in some SFPD sweats.

He lands in a booth, exhausted and still somewhat breathless.

Maybe he overdid it?

A waitrat scurries over and shakes his little head at him, retrieving a big glass of ice water for our poor, worked out hero.

"Ow..."

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"Next time, I suggest stopping at three orgasms instead of four," April says innocently.

MWAHAHAHAHASEX.

...clearly the narration should not exist at this time of morning.

Monk never knew he could spit water that far!

"That's not funny," he says, glaring upward at her. His expression then twists into a tiny smirk. "And not at all becoming of a princess, m'lady."

She giggles at the spit-take, but then blinks curiously at the 'princess' comment.

"Princess? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nooooothing, Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe."

He remembered it all!

Grin.

April frowns.

Mouths part of that to herself.

And then her eyes widen.

"You! You were the one who taught me how to count quarters!"

Oh, the things that stay with you...

Monk snickers. "Yep, that was me. I'm a great teacher, aren't I?"

She shakes her head a little. "I wouldn't have remembered, but... I saw myself leaving... it was so surreal."

"Really?" he blinks. "That's... weird."

Monk can't imagine what he'd have done.

He probably would have told himself to keep away from the class bully.

She didn't really have the chance to say anything. Not that she would have anything to say.

Except for 'cherish life while you have it'.

"Extremely so. How are you? Did I miss anything important?"

Hmm.

"Well, I'm on the Security team now," he says, beaming again.

Squee!

Bounce!

Glee!

"Adri, that's great! Congratulations!"

Monk's such a happy little thing.

"Thanks," he grins. "I'm really excited about it."

He can't wait to break up a fight!

Ah, details...even when one was annoyed, tired, and had just recently been head thunking, it all came down to details! SFPD...

Elisa couldn't help but offer a small smile and head nod "Long shift or just general long night?" she offered.

"Too much exercise," Monk says, smiling tiredly at her. "Think I might've overworked myself."

The mun cheers for police badge icons!

"Ouch" she noted. "I should send you to my Captain, she's a bit strict abouty us coming in worse than when we got off" she chuckled.

Mun mourns lack of pretty in NY badges.

"Sounds like my Captain," Monk chuckles, then eyes the woman for a moment. "What department're you with?"

"NYPD" she offered immediately, along with her hand. "Manhatten precinct"

Monk makes an "ooh!" face. "Detective Adrian Monk," he says automatically, smiling. "SFPD, obviously."

"Detective Elisa Maza" she chuckled. It was almost exhilirating to find another honest to god cop in the Bar. It really cut down on the niggling voices of doubt about her sanity...

"Now, who was suppose to be spotting you and wandered off so you could overwork?" she teased.

He snickers. "Ah, 's my own doing. I don't mind - I need to start working up my strength. Good to meet you, Detective!"

"Likewise" she noted "Specific goal in mind or just because?" she asked curiously.

"I was just placed on the security team," he explains with a smile. "Gotta beef up."

He flexes his arms.

Ow.

"Here?!" security had been mentioned to her, she just never really considered it.

"But...why? Are you stuck here?"

"Very much so," Monk says, motioning to the wall where his door should be.

She couldn't help glancing back at said wall, her own door not quite visible, sulking for being kicked, but not gone either. "Security job going to be enouigh to keep you from going nuits?" she asked honestly...because he was a detective, he probably needed as much variety and space to work in as she.

"Hope so," he says, half-smiling. "Once the weather starts warming up I think I'll feel better. 'm not used to this kind of cold."

"Good luck" she offered sincerely. "Want me to snag you a patrolman's coat? We get 'em thick in New York..."

"Could you?" Monk sounds enthusiastic about this! "That'd be wonderful."

"Sure thing" she'd just say it was for her dad and three would be volunteered. "I'll drop it off if I can convince the entrance to here to be predictable"

He grins. "Thanks so much!"

It'll be nice to have a warm coat again. Goodness knows Bar is far too used to providing Monk with things he'd wear in California weather, not end of the Universe weather.

"Don't mention it" she grinned. It was a cop thing. They did that, the good cops anyway.

"I'll even white out the NY on the shoulder patch"

"Oh no, you can leave it," Monk says, smiling. "I'd be proud to wear an NYPD badge any day!"

It's a sort of big-city-cross-coast respect thing.

"Hmmm, in that case I think I have to write a "To Adrian, love the Big Apple" bit on the inside tag or something. Company policy in regards to our patches being dispersed..." she was probably teasing.

There is snickering. "Well, so long as it keeps me warm, I don't care what it says."

She grinned. One might almost think Adrien was doomed...

Doomed.

"Then I'm happy to assist, Adrien"

Monk often dooms himself. He's quite used to it.

"Thanks."

:D!

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