Adultery, Part4


INTRODUCTIONS: The 4th part in this series. It's a little different from the previous parts, and it might seem out of place, but the storyline in this part continues in the next part, and it becomes a little more clear what it has to do with the adultery plot then...
DISCLAIMER: The "Friends" characters belong to Bright, Kauffman and Crane, and not to me.



Chandler's mother was fully recovered a few weeks later. It hadn't been as serious as everyone had expected at first, and she had had a quick recovery.

Monica was still seeing Joey, but in a different way this time around. They met twice a week and only for an hour and a half each time. Monica was very scared that Chandler would become suspicious, and Joey was just as scared as she was. They knew they had been very lucky to manage to keep it from everyone for so long, but they also knew that sooner or later that luck would run out.

*

Monica came home from work one day and decided to clean the house. Lukas was spending the weekend with his grandparents, and he had left earlier in the day. Jack had picked him up right after preschool.

Chandler got home an hour later than Monica and soon realized he would be forced to help her out. He ended up having to clean the upstairs bathroom, a task that he hated. Monica was downstairs, mopping the floors. She heard the doorbell and went to answer.

"Mrs. Bing?" one of the two men on the other side of the door asked. They were both dressed in suits and looked like something that had escaped from the FBI calendar.

"Yeah, that's me…" Monica said, drying off her hands on her skirt. "And you are… ?"

"Detective Jakes…" the man said, then nodded at his partner. "And this is Detective. Burns. Is your husband at home?"

Monica frowned.

"Yeah… What is this about?"

"Could we speak to him please?"

"Not if you don't tell me what it is about" Monica said, and crossed her arms. She leaned against the doorpost and glared at Jakes.

"Mrs. Bing, we really need to speak to him."

"Oh you do, do you? Well then just tell me what this is about. That's a simple deal, isn't it? You tell me what this is about, I go and get Chandler."

"Let us speak to him first, then we can brief you in…" Jakes said with a sigh.

"Why not talk to me first? I'm standing right here."

"Listen lady!" Jakes said, annoyed. "We are here to speak to Chandler Bing. Now you let us talk to him or we will arrest you."

"For what?" Monica asked. "Asking a Detective a question? Look MULDER, I will go get my husband as soon as you tell me what this is about? Has he done something?"

"Yes" Burns said, giving her a sweet smile.

"And what would that be? Speeding and then not paying his tickets?" Monica asked with a quippy tone.

"Please Mrs. Bing, just let us speak to your husband" Burns said.

"Is it so damn hard to open up your mouths and tell me what this is all about?" Monica hissed. "Look, I'm gonna end up finding out anyway, so you might as well spill it to me right here, right now. Or else you can turn around and go climb up the drainpipe, or something."

Burns smiled at her. He liked her immediately, both her attitude and her looks. He knew she was married, but he liked her anyway. She saw him smile at her and she gave him an angry look.

"What about you? Will YOU tell me?"

"Why is it so important for you to find out?" Jakes asked with a resigned sigh.

"You have no idea how stubborn I can be when I get my mind set on something" Monica said, glaring at him. "And if you must know, this happens to be my HUSBAND that you want to talk to, that you say has done something wrong. And I am not letting either one of you in until you tell me what the heck this is all about!"

"Look, I'm…" Burns said, with a quick glance at Jakes, "I'm kinda' thirsty. Could I at least come in for a glass of water?"

"Secret password?" Monica said.

"Look lady--" Jakes began, but Monica cut him off.

"If you're thirsty Detective Burns then help yourself to a drink from the water hose. Or tell me why you are here to see my husband."

"Enough of the silly games Mrs. Bing, we want to talk to your husband NOW!" Jakes hissed.

"You can't be too eager" Monica pointed out. "In that case you would have told me what this is all about. One last chance. What do you need to talk to him about?" She looked from one of them to the other, but neither of the Detectives spoke. "Okay then, have a nice life" Monica said and closed the door.

She leaned up against the door and sighed deeply. She heard the policemen knock again. Then they pounded. Monica angrily and loudly hooked the security chain to get the message through. She wasn't going to let them in until they told her what was wrong. She wanted to be able to prepare Chandler for whatever they wanted to talk to him about.

Thirty minutes later the cops were gone and Monica went out to get Chinese food for her and Chandler. Chandler was finishing up the cleaning upstairs and had asked her to get him some springrolls so she decided to go out and buy some instead of cook them herself. She wasn't very good at making them, and it did sound appealing to buy some food instead of cooking it.

Chandler heard her leave, and then five minutes later he heard a knock on the door. He went downstairs and opened up. Detectives Jakes and Burns were glaring at him coldly. Chandler frowned, not knowing what was up.

"Yes?" he said. "May I help you?"

"Chandler Bing?" Burns said, flashing him his badge while Jakes did the same.

"With an annoying wife?" Jakes added.

"At least the first part is right" Chandler said.

"You and the two of us are going to have a little talk…" Jakes said, and entered without being invited in.

"About what?" Chandler said, confused.

"You're under arrest, Mr. Bing" Burns said, entering as well.

"I'm under WHAT did you say?" Chandler said, his chin falling.

"Arrest" Jakes said. "Is this the kitchen?" he asked, pointing. "Nice… Cute wallpapers."

Chandler rolled his eyes and closed the door, following them into the kitchen.

"You know, there are few things more annoying than a cop with an attitude… So cut the quips and get down to the issue" he said, and sat down opposite the two policemen at the kitchen table.

"You're under arrest" Burns repeated.

"Under arrest for what, exactly?"

"Insider trading" Jakes said with a content smile. "That's illegal, you know."

"Do I look like a guy who's just earned a lot of cash on insider trading?" Chandler asked, getting annoyed and slightly afraid.

"This house isn't exactly a barrack" Jakes said.

"Well it's not exactly a million dollar residence either!" Chandler replied. "And if you want to know how we could afford it, then take a look at how much money my wife and I earn and see if it adds up. And for the record, we've lived here for four years now. And don't come here and tell me you think I was involved in inside trading four years ago! And besides, my mother loaned us the money we were short of when we moved in here. So that explains the house. Any other 'evidence'?"

"Relax a few…" Jakes said and lit a cigarette.

"Don't smoke in here, my wife cleaned in here just an hour ago" Chandler said. He grabbed the cigarette and threw it out the open window. "And excuse me for being a bit edgy! You're coming here accusing me of illegal actions, just out of the blue!"

"You don't think we've got evidence?" Burns asked.

"No, how could you possibly have? I haven't done it!" Chandler said. "And given the fact that you tried to use my HOME as a piece of evidence I would say you don't know what you're talking about!"

*

Monica came home fifteen minutes later and quickly noticed that something was wrong. She spotted Burns's car as soon as she pulled up on their driveway, and she could hear Chandler talking to someone in the kitchen with a very upset tone in his voice, the same second she got inside. She knew who he was talking to.

She slowly and quietly walked over to the kitchen and silently stood in the doorway for a minute. She could see how desperate Chandler was getting. You could hardly tell from looking at him, but she knew him far too well to be fooled by his cooler exterior.

"Chandler…" she said softly and questioningly once she spoke. Three heads turned to look at her. "Chandler what is going on?"

"Oh look, it's Suzy Homemaker" Jakes quipped. "The dragon watching the doorstep."

"Watch it!" Monica and Chandler said warningly at the same time.

Monica walked over and put the food down on the counter. She put an arm around Chandler's shoulders and coldly glared at Jakes.

"Is the matter still a secret, or am I allowed to hear it now?" Monica asked. "Either way it doesn't matter, I'm not going anywhere. Not unless Chandler does."

"Actually, this would be a good time for me to question you!" Burns said, and quickly rose.

"For what?" Monica asked. "What do you need to question me for, what?"

"Before you can talk it all together with your husband. Come on now, Mrs. Bing" Burns said and reached out his hand to her.

"Mon, you might as well…" Chandler said with a sigh. "Don't worry, Sherlock and Watson have just gotten their information mixed up."

Monica looked at him for a second, then decided to let Burns question her. She wanted to know what this was about anyway. She gave him a cold glare and demonstratingly ignored his reached out hand and walked right past him and into Chandler's office that was on the other side of the living room. Burns followed her.

"So cut the b-s, Detective, what is really going on here?" she asked when Burns closed the door behind them and she sat down on the edge of the writing desk.

"Are you always this nice and charming?" he said with a grin.

"Only when idiot cops come here and accuse my husband of things."

"Have a seat, Mrs. Bing."

"I'm already sitting" Monica said with an angry glare. "You can take a seat yourself."

"Thank you" Burns said with a smile. He sat down on the small couch. "Mrs. Bing, your husband has been doing some inside trading."

"Some WHAT?" Monica said, completely shocked. Then she got angry. "You're lying! Who do you think knows Chandler better, huh? You, who've known him for around fifteen minutes, or me, who's known him for over fifteen YEARS?"

"I only know what the evidence tells me."

"Which is… ?"

"Mrs. Bing, we believe that your husband has used his contacts at the company he works for, and gotten inside information about good or bad stocks in the nearest future. And we believe that he's bought stock that he knows will pay off."

"Believing is for church, Detective, not for crime solving" Monica said, annoyed. She crossed her arms. "Did the little detail sidestep you that he hasn't bought any stock recently?"

Burns raised an eyebrow.

"But in the past he has?"

"Yeah. So? Since when is that illegal?"

"How recently is recently?"

"Three years, Detective."

"That's not recently according to my calendar."

"That's how long it's been since he bought any stock. He bought some stock that our son would get when he turns eighteen."

"Where is your son, Mrs. Bing?"

"With my parents. He's there over the weekend. And unless you think he's been buying stocks as well, then I don't think he is very important right now."

"You're right, I'm sorry…" Burns said with a smile. "So tell me Mrs. Bing, are you sure your husband hasn't bought any stock recently? Would he tell you if he did?"

"He even tells me if he buys GUM, Detective. So yes, he would have told me."

"May I ask when your birthday is, Mrs. Bing?" Burns asked.

"Why, so you can send me a happy little birthday card?" Monica asked, even more annoyed. "It's none of your business."

"Just answer the question. Is it anytime soon?"

"Three weeks from now."

"Tree weeks from now…" Burns mumbled and wrote it down in his notebook.

"Hey!" Monica objected.

"Mrs. Bing," Burns said and looked up, "your husband has most likely bought these stocks to give to you for your birthday."

"That's silly" Monica objected. "I don't give a damn about money. Chandler always gives me personal presents. Something that would mean a lot to me."

"Maybe this does…" Burns said. "They were stocks for a restaurant called Allessandro's. The owner is selling it out as stocks and they're expected to be worth a lot. The restaurant is very popular. They got out on the market five days ago. Does Allessandro's mean anything to you?"

Monica could feel how she got pale. Buying her stocks for the restaurant where she worked would be just the kind of sweet gesture she would expect from Chandler. But he wouldn't do it to earn money, he would do it because it meant something to her.

"Mrs. Bing?" Burns said, trying to get her attention. "Mrs. Bing?"

"I, uh… Work at Allessandro's" Monica said. She felt she was about to get in a hole deeper than she could get out of. "Look, I am not saying one more word until a lawyer is present."

"Mrs. Bing, you're not under arrest" Burns said with a chuckle.

"And Chandler isn't gonna say a word more either" Monica decided, jumping off the desk and heading back to the kitchen.

*

Monica sat down next to Chandler on the couch that night, and put her arm around his shoulders. She rubbed him on the leg with the other arm as she always did when she wanted to comfort him. She felt sad and worried. They had really gotten into a weird mess this time around. As if it wasn't enough with the whole Joey situation.

The Chinese takeout was still sitting on the counter. It was cold since many hours, but neither Chandler nor Monica wanted anything to eat now anyway. Monica had gotten her hands on a lawyer really fast, since she had a cousin who was a lawyer. Her cousin, Todd, had come by real fast and managed to get Chandler a bail after just a few hours. The bail was set on $4 000 and Monica had luckily enough been able to get the money right away. She had called their friends and asked them to help her out, she would pay them back later. Just as long as they got Chandler out. The bail was paid and Monica and Chandler could return home, after some annoyed comments from Jakes at the police station.

They weren't alone for long, their friends all came by. Lukas didn't end up spending the weekend away at his grandparents', Jack and Judy showed up first of all and of course they had Lukas with them. He didn't understand what was going on, but he understood that it wasn't something nice.

Joey felt a lump in his throat when he sat on the couch opposite the one Monica and Chandler sat on. He felt terrible for Chandler, he couldn't understand how this all had happened. And Monica was sitting right next to him, hugging him and kissing him and supporting him. She saw no one else than him. Joey wished he would someday get that kind of devoted attention from her.

It wasn't until Chandler rose to go to the bathroom that Monica even acknowledged Joey's presence. She rose and gave him a look that meant that he should follow her, then she went to the kitchen. Joey followed her out there and Monica closed the door between the kitchen and the living room.

"Joey…" she said. "This thing between you and me… It's ending. Right here, right now. We should never even have begun it in the first place, and now we can't see each other at all. In that way, I mean. Chandler needs me now. Chandler is the only one I can care about right now, and we both know it. So that's why I'm ending this between us now. And I don't intend on ever starting it up again, do you understand?"

Joey swallowed hard.


Okay, weather you liked it or not, please review. I would like to point something out though, I've gotten a few mails and reviews saying that the Monica/Joey relationship is uncalled for and that the story is bad because I haven't motivated it. I would just like to say that I will motivate it, not just yet. And I happen to believe that not everything has to be written out, some things can be left to the imagination and are possibly better off not explained. I would also like to say that I personally don't think the concept of Monica and Joey is unrealistic. I doubt she would ever cheat on Chandler with Joey in "reality", but I wanted to write something new and different. Monica and Joey were intended as the long-lasting couple on "Friends" at first, but then the producers changed their minds and put Monica and Chandler together after a few seasons instead, according to several sources that I really trust. So the concept of Monica plus Joey isn't THAT unreal. I just have one more thing to say now, and that is that if you don't like my stories than please leave me some constructive criticism. Don't just tell me what is bad, tell me how you think I should solve it or make it better. I would really appreciate constructive criticism, but people have mailed me giving me BAD criticism. Please give constructive or good or not at all. Bad criticism doesn't help me out, but constructive does... Thanks... I'm done rambling now... :-)