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Mr. Monk Goes to the Hospital

Stottlemeyer is like "Monk, I got you, I got you" When he's coming on the roof to see the crime scene AND proceeds to hold up his jacket for monk because, as we all know, he's really scared of heights.

LIKE JUST SAY YOU'RE HUSBANDS ALREADY

Later in that episode he says, "Monk do you ever get tired of being right?"

"I am tired. I am fatigued actually."

"Monk, it was a rhetorical question"

HE OBVIOUSLY HIS HUSBAND'S BIGGEST SUPPORTER

That doesn't mean of course, that he'll take no moment to be grumpy and grumble about it when he wants to.

It's nearly 2 am, he's in bed, buried deep under his blankets and enjoying the thunderstorm roaring outside when his phone trills loud and clear, startling him.

"Stottle-" A quick cough, "Stottlemeyer speaking-"

The voice that comes through the line isn't who he expects and he's rolling out of bed, listening to Adrian's quiet, whimpered: "Leland."

"Adrian, what?" He pulls his phone away. "Where the hell are you?"

"I." The thunder booms outside, terribly loud before unleashing another heavy smattering of rain. "I went out, for a walk. A couple of hours ago."

He tugs on a shirt and blindly shucks on a pair of jeans, "How far are you?"

"18th Street, I think... Can you. Can you come and pick me up?"

Christ, that's far, from where they both live. What the hell is he doing up there?

"Yeah," Leland says, already at his doorstep armed with an umbrella and an extra jacket, "Just, just wait there. I'm on my way."

There's a phone booth close by, just around the corner where 18th Street begins. He drives up to there, leaning forward to squint and search for Adrian's most likely curled up and trembling figure.

The rain is pouring down hard and the thunder booms mercilessly loud. He can't see a damn thing. He's gonna have to get out and look.

The street is quiet, aglow with the lights of the streetlamps and nothing else. The houses are huge, lots of them have lawn chairs struggling to keep from flying away with the storm.

He spots the phone booth and Adrian a couple of blocks later. Adrian isn't inside of it though. He's standing there, his coat sopping, trembling and looking right at him.

Leland rushes forward to cover them both from the rain.

"What happened to your umbrella?"

"It broke."

Leland blinks, surprised, "It broke? What are you doing all the way down here anyway?"

A quiet shudder goes up his spine when the wind blows. Adrian trembles like a skeleton.

He looks up at Leland, his hair stuck to his forehead and covering parts of his ears and nearly over one eye. His nose is dripping still.

He looks like a drowned cat.

"Let's go. You can tell me in the car."

"My bags..."

Leland gapes, "You came down," he says, eyeing a two of the bags that he knows are from a convenience store Adrian occasionally passes by for - for some thing or the other that never makes a lick of sense to him. "To shop at 2am?"

"11 pm... Actually... They're open around the clock."

"Adrian, didn't you know it was gonna rain?"

"I honestly thought--" he sneezes, quiet and into his arm, his nose wrinkles in disgust, "I'd be back home in an hour."

Mr. Monk Bumps His Head // season 4 ep 11