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I’d like to thank Medium (2005-2011) for this gift
“So… Who is that guy?” Allison asked as she watched the man vigorously wipe his hands with what she assumed was some kind of disinfecting towelette.
Lee noticed where her stare was directed and chuckled. “That, Allison, is Adrian Monk.”
(“Did you have a dream?” meets “Here’s what happened.” Allison Dubois and Adrian Monk team up to investigate the hit-and-run murder of a young violinist. Can they crack the case, or will the ghosts of the past cloud their judgement?)
Read The Wrong Note on AO3. Updates every Sunday.
medium | “very merry maggie” — arianna and allison lead manuel and lily to the field of white zinneas
“Lily, Our daughter is not coming back for a pleasant chat about the ribbon she won on Sports Night in tenth grade. Our daughter died with her heart full of despair, sitting in a running automobile in a locked garage in upstate New York on a freezing winter night. She tried calling you twice. She tried calling me six times. She didn't leave a note.”
So here we are. we’ve reached the point where I am watching Medium (CBS 2005-2011) so I can get some eyes on Patricia Arquette.
Yes I really loved this week’s episode of Severance. But oh my God that was 2.06. This is where I am right now, Patricia. Watching you in an often fascinating, occasionally very mid early 2000’s suburban mom psychic crime show.
And you know what, it is scratching the ‘where the hell is Harmony Cobel’ itch. Somewhat. But also where the hell is she? Has she run out of shitty fucking cookies yet? Is her car keeping her warm? Does she have any kind of nefarious scheme brewing yet? Inquiring minds must know.
I am basically mainlining Medium right now. I am officially at the point of no return. Patricia Arquette owns me.
Just when I think I am a masochist for continuing to watch the shitter seasons of Medium (trust me there are shitter seasons), 2010 Lana Parrilla shows up as a guest star.
She better be in this for more than five seconds, Kelsey Grammar.
(Yeah so he’s an executive producer. Every time I see his name I remind myself to lower my expectations about the show’s politics).
Really guys, if you watch too many bad episodes in a row you start to think you’re going crazy, and wonder if the show was ever good. I mean… it had to have been. I kept watching. I was enjoying myself I swear. But at the moment I have no memory of that being true lol.
made an edit for my crossover fic i probably won’t type up until december ✨
Allison sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration. He was right. The physical evidence—limited as it was—pointed to Marcus, even though she knew for as good as fact that Vanessa was the guilty party. “Well, maybe she’s framing him.”
“Maybe,” Lee agreed, sounding as far from convinced as humanly possible.
“No, Mrs. Dubois might be onto something,” Monk said, matching pace with Lee and Allison. Sharona was only a step or two behind him. “Vanessa Sawyer deliberately pointed us in the direction of Marcus Jackson when she lied about the status of his and Louise Boudreaux’s relationship.”
“That’s right,” Sharona said, snapping her fingers. “She’s the only one who said anything about their relationship being on the rocks! Nobody else could confirm that.”
“Exactly,” Monk said. “They were on the verge of marriage, not breaking up!”
“According to your readings of Jackson’s body language,” Lee countered. “And he’s not exactly the most credible figure when it’s his significant other who’s dead. Besides, Sawyer was Boudreaux’s roommate. It’s entirely possible she heard stuff straight from Louise that wasn’t being passed over to Marcus.”
“Vanessa’s credibility is just as shot,” Allison insisted as they all came to a stop in front of Lee’s police cruiser. “Her story doesn’t add up and you know it.”
“Did you check out her car?” Monk asked. “The blue Nissan she claimed to own?”
“I did,” Lee confirmed. “She doesn’t own any Nissan, blue or otherwise. At least not one that’s registered with the DMV.”
“Then why did she have a key for a Nissan?” Monk demanded. He frowned. “And there was something off about her key, too. I wish I’d gotten a closer look at it.”
“I mean, she could’ve been holding onto the key for someone,” Sharona pointed out. “I agree there’s something fishy about her, but it’s possible the key wasn’t hers.”
“Then why would she lie and say it was?” Monk protested, raising his shoulders and holding out his hands. “She’s the guy. There’s a connection between that key and the murder of Louise Boudreaux.” He faltered, shoulders falling. “I just don’t know what it is. Yet.”
— from ch. 3 of my untitled monk x medium crossover
