What this world needs is another cop

[oh_capt]

"Randy, I want you to take the far corner and come around the back. We surround Matthews. He won't have any place to hide." Stottlemeyer waited a single beat for the young lieutenant to answer. "Randy? You hear me?" He turned around, cursing when he saw Randy gone. "Disher

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[slightlymonkish]

Lucky for Stottlemeyer, Monk is on patrol.

He's pacing back and forth cautiously along the rooftop, eyes scanning the lifeless city that lay before him. No danger had presented itself in days; Monk couldn't even remember he saw anyone wandering around the city without purpose, but then something catches his eye.

Someone.

He squints and can just make out the figure of a man standing a considerable distance away, and he can't make out the face but he knows it's definitely a man.

Maybe a vampire. He clutches the stake that he's holstered onto his belt (right next to his gun) at the thought, brows furrowing with concern. Could be Harth. Doesn't look like him, though - maybe Krycek.

Monk has to get this over with sometime, so with a deep breath, he leaves his post and makes his way through the building, back down to the ground, and emerges from the gate.

Easy, Adrian, easy, becomes his new mantra as he walks slowly, steps softly and deliberately placed on the ground. Be careful...

Gun and stake are both at the ready.

[oh_capt]

Lost. Yep, he's definitely lost. And Randy running off without a word? Not like the guy at all. He doesn't flake out when it comes to police business.

Well, not usually.

He keeps to his straight path, staring near-dumbfounded at the ruined buildings and city streets.

Squinting in the distance, he spots a figure. A figure with a familiar, careful gait.

Wait.

Is that?

His hand is down at holster-level again. Even if it is Adrian Monk, he's not taking any chances.

"Monk?"

[slightlymonkish]

Monk, upon hearing that unmistakable voice, stops dead in his tracks and his jaw just about hits the ground - not that he'd ever let it, but, you know. Figures of speech, people.

And there he stands for a few long moments, not moving or blinking or even breathing, until he snaps back into reality and --

-- stares some more.

He looks as though he's seen a ghost, to be completely honest, and in all reality, it feels like that as well.

"... Captain?"

[oh_capt]

He's less wary now that he's seen a familiar face, but his guard isn't all the way down.

He's a cop after all.

But if it looks like Monk and walks like Monk and quacks like Monk, then, well, it must be Monk.

"What the hell, Monk? Did the city get nuked and no news came over the comm?" He reaches for his receiver, continually clicking in between the static bursts. "Did it take down everything?"