Authors note:

Obsessed is about a Lawyer name Michonne and an A.P.D cop named Rick she eventually give in? But more importantly, how will their relationship grow? What happens when somebody is obsessed with Michonne? First few chapters are about building their relationship then the plot gets kicked in. Dominant Rick and lots of SMUT.

This is my first fan fiction so hope you enjoy. Don't let the title put you off. Rick isn't a creep in it, just to let you know. suspense/drama into future chapters.

Hope you enjoy this journey. I will be taking you one way and it will become something completely different.

Obsessed

6 years ago...

"911 what's your emergency?"

...

"I am..."

"Ma'am, I can't hear you, can you tell me where you are?"

"M-y of-fice..."

"What office ma'am? Do you know the address?"

"1004 State Street."

"Ok, I am sending police and ambulance to you now."

"My he-ad... oh god it hu-rts."

"Ma'am can you hear me? stay calm,"

...

"Can you hear me?"

Michonne lay on the ground in her New York office. Her head was spinning and she couldn't focus her eyes. She raised her hand to her forehead, feeling a wound that seemed to be bleeding. She pulled her fingers back and saw blood on her finger tips. Her hand started trembling before her. Michonne's tears were pouring from her eyes, making her vision blurry. The pain was clustered across her head, like the sound of constant drumming.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea flashed across her. Michonne closed her eyes tightly trying to fight off the sickness and trying desperately to remember how she got in this situation. But Michonne couldn't remember.

Michone then moved her quivering hands to her throat. The aching became worse when she tried to swallow. She only remembers that she thought her name was being called. Michonne. It was so faint, so quiet. Michonne couldn't get up to find out who had called her name. Weakening, she passed out again.

A few days later...

Michonne woke up to the sound of hospital machines beeping. She started to open her eyes slowly, adjusting her eyes to the light in the room. Michonne tried to speak but her throat was so dry, it hurt.

Andrea sat next to her, holding her hand whilst reading a gossip magazine. She leaned forward and looked up at her best friend, who was starting to come around. Andrea dropped the magazine on the floor and immediately got up for her chair. She let go of Michonne's hand and started shouting for the doctors and nurses.

"She's awake!" tears filled Andrea's blue eyes.

"What happened to me? I don't remember anything...oohh oh god."

The tears were coming fast. Michonne started to scream, the rawness in her voice was almost chilling. Then she just lay there quietly, just panting with her heart, was beating so fast. Michonne had worked herself up so much. Her eyes rolling back, her body starting to shake. She was going into shock.

"It's ok Chonne, relax."

"Ma'am you're going to need to leave the room," the nurse said. ushering Andrea out of the room whilst the doctor worked on her.

Andrea was escorted just as they was about to sedate Michonne.

1 year later...

"Welcome to your new office Miss Taylor, hope you will enjoy your time here in Atlanta."

"Thank you," Michonne said, turning to her boss and, smiling.

She walked over to the window, admiring the view of Atlanta . This was a new start for her. It was time to put the last year behind her.

Chapter 1

Hot stalker

5 years later...

Michonne had now worked for Wright & Associates for around 5 years. She was a highly respected Partner within the firm. Michonne opted not to specialize, like most lawyers. She was interested in all areas of the law, so became a generalist known for her exceptional talents in the courtroom argument. Her expertise in front of judge and juries resulted in a success rate of over 90% for her assigned cases, an incredible feat for any lawyer.

Michonne was strong, ruthless, and direct. Anyone observing her in a courtroom could see that. Her beautiful dark skin and dreadlocked hair were unique features in such a conservative world, as was her on-trend style. Michonne and her best friend Andrea had both worked their way up the ladder at Wright & Associates. Andrea had always been a big help to Michonne over the years, even during her bad break up with her ex Mike, who was DICK to put it quite simply.

"Michonne Taylor's office."

"Hey it's me," said the other person on the line.

"Andrea how many times do I have talk to you about calling my work line?...plus, you're like two doors down." She heard giggling on the other end of the phone.

"Anyways what do you want? You should be working." Michonne glanced at her watch. It was 2 pm. She looked at the huge stack of paper work on her desk. If she was going to be out by 6pm, she needed to concentrate over the next few hours. Andrea wasn't helping at all. She is always so distracting. She thought.

"So it's Friday Club Foundation tonight?" Andrea asked.

Every Friday night became their designated night out. It was something that everyone looked forward to each week. The club played everything: R& B, new music, 90's, and old school. Club Foundation was the hottest place to be on a Friday night.

"Yes, of course we are," Andrea screeched into the phone. Michonne pulled the phone away from her ear and pulled a face.

"Do you have to scream?" Michonne asked.

"I am just so excited! I can't wait to see Shane there tonight. So we can pick up where we were last time. OMG he did this thing with his ton-" Michonne hung up on Andrea. She didn't want to know her dirty escapades and she sure as hell didn't have time to listen to them.

She picked her iPhone up off her desk and sent a quick text to Maggie and Sasha. Within half an hour, Sasha and Maggie both pinged her back.

Maggie: Looking forward to it xx

Sasha: see you tonight xx

Michonne met Maggie one random day five years ago when she bumped into her whilst getting coffee. Maggie had accidently spilled coffer all over Michonne's expensive cream blouse. She was so genuine in her apologies and had even offered to pay for Michonne's dry cleaning. Since then, they have been practically inseparable. Michonne decided she was a keeper and truthfully, she was such a lovely sweet girl.

She met Sasha two years ago when she worked on a case involving Sasha's ex-husband Bob. Bob had cheated on her countless times throughout their four years of marriage. He was also a drunk. Sasha was so strong and level-headed. Michonne always made her wonder why she stayed with Bob as long as she did. Michonne knew that Sasha was someone, she immediately admired and wanted as a friend.

This week had been a long working week for her. Full of meetings, lunch dates, and dealing with unruly clients. She was looking forward to the weekend Only a few more hours left and I'll be sitting in a nice bar with a glass of wine in my hand, she thought.

About an hour later, her secretary Aaron knocked on her office door. She looked up from her computer screen with a bright smile on her face. She had met Aaron a few years prior when he applied for the job to be her secretary. She loved him from the get-go. He was a most trustworthy; confidante and loyal friend who, over the years, had helped Michonne stay grounded and focused on her cases. Aaron walked in and slid down into the brown leather chair across from Michonne's desk.

"I can't wait for tonight! I am going to be so drunk. I haven't been drunk in ages," Aaron laughed

Michonne laughed, in between saying "You were drunk all last weekend. What was that?"

"Yeah but girl you know that doesn't count. New week and all that," Aaron replied, whilst he had smile on his face. She laughed again.

"I know. Me too. I can't wait! This week has been a looonggg week." Michonne rubbed her temples with both hands, her elbows resting on her desk. Aaron spoke up with a twinkle in his eyes, leaning forward in the chair.

"Do you know who is going to be there this week?"

Michonne thought back rolling her eyes and biting down on her thumb.

"Oh him...Rick Grimes," she said with a huff.

Flashback

Few weeks earlier...

"Aw man this place is amazing. Have you seen all the good looking, fine ass woman up in here?" Shane said.

Rick had known Shane since childhood. They had have been best friends since then and were basically inseparable. Especially after going through Police Academy together. Shane had really helped Rick out over the last few years. Shane was obnoxious, loud and a ladies' man. But overall, the man had a good heart. Rick looked at his friend whilst sipping his beer.

"Yeah well, let's hope you don't get yourself into trouble- again," Rick said.

He had invited his other friends Daryl, Abraham, and Glenn to the club. This was not his sort of thing by any means, but Rick was here tonight for one thing only. He had overheard a conversation between a gorgeous lawyer and her secretary. He was here to find out more about her.

Rick Grimes was an Atlanta Police Department- APD officer. He was before that a Deputy Sherriff and Kings County Sheriff's Department and had been one for 16 years. He was a respected officer who recently got a promotion and transfer to the APD. His father worked in law enforcement for over forty years. Rick was always destined to follow in his footsteps. Rick married his high school sweetheart Lori, the FUCKING STUCK UP BITCH, as Shane would say, at a very young age. She cheated on Rick with the same man countless times. Rick walked in on her with her boss one late afternoon when she was supposed to be working. He saw red and immediately packed his stuff and moved in with Shane. They divorced a year later.

Rick eventually got his own apartment. But when Lori realised that Rick wasn't going to EVER going to forgive her, they "were done." Rick roared at her one day she finally gave up hope of trying to work it out

The only good thing to come out of their marriage was his 15 year old son Carl, who lives with his father during the week and spends weekends at Lori's. Admittedly, the last few years were tough on Rick from a relationship perspective. He found going out on first dates and trying to find the right woman to be a fruitless journey. All the women he met were too boring or, too plain; nothing excited him. Until he saw her, that was.

That day, he had spotted her outside the courtroom. She was wearing a cream blazer with a black ruffled blouse underneath and a matching pencil skirt, which hugged her curves in all the right places. Michonne had her hair down in what looked like some sort of dreaded locks. She had the most beautiful features he had ever seen. Her dark skin was glowing. When she flashed that white bright smile to her friend, it blew his away. He was obsessed since then and tonight would be the start of something...or so he hoped.

To help his confidence, Rick decided to drag all his friends to this club that none of them had ever been to before. He couldn't wait to see her. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long as he saw her walk in with her friends.

She wore a red off the shoulder dress, which stopped just above her knee, along with black strappy heels. Her hair was tied up in a high pony tail, showing off all the wonderful features of her face. Those big brown eyes... he could get lost in them. She was wearing minimal make up to not detract from her natural beauty. FUCK he thought she looked good. Real good. She looked gorgeous.

"Man, you're gawking. Close your mouth," Shane said.

"She is fine though and all her friends," he added.

All the guys turned around to look at what Rick and Shane was staring at.

"I've been to eight county fairs and a goat rodeo, but I ain't ever seen anything like what those women have got," Abraham said.

Daryl whistled.

Glenn said "OMG she's here, she looks beautiful," talking about Maggie, the brown haired girl with fair complexion.

"I got my eyes on the blonde one. I bet she is pure filth," Shane laughed into his beer. Rick choked on his , spilling it down his chin.

Michonne got up onto the dance floor and was swaying her hips to "Return of the Mack" by Mark Morrison. Michonne was dancing with Andrea the curve of her ass rotating round and round and bending down low. Her ponytail was swaying from side to side when she moved her head. Maggie, Sasha and Aaron joined them on the dance floor. Michonne was singing the lyrics to Andrea when she turned around to look at the bar and that's when she noticed him.

"OMG he's here again."

"Who?" "Who?" everyone said together. They were all looking in the direction of where Michonne was glaring at.

"Rick A.P.D Grimes," She shouted out over the music with some sass in her voice.

"How do you even know him?" Andrea asked.

"I don't know him," Michonne replied with a snicker. Her arms folded across her chest.

Michonne decided she was going to make her way over to him. She stomped her feet and made her way over he was stood at the bar. She slammed her clutch bag down on the bar. This earned her a jolt from Rick's body.

"You again?"

"This isn't a coincidence anymore. I see you at the courthouse, then at my law firm, and now your here at my favourite club?" She questioned him.

He leaned into her from the side. she smelled so good like... coconuts? Or was it vanilla? Rick closed his eyes inhaling her scent for a second. He had a smirk on his face.

"This is your favourite club? Didn't know. I like it here too, yeah, they play good music," she shakes her head, frustrated with him. Michonne was about to turn and leave when he spoke.

"Buy you a drank?" his southern twang was prominent.

"NO!"

"NO?"

"Yeah NO. I don't want anythang from you," she said, copying his southern accent.

He smiled shaking his head whilst taking a sip of his beer.

"Alrighhttt," he said.

Michonne walked away, making sure to give him a good view of her ass, putting some extra sway into her hips. She knew that he was watching her walk away. Michonne was putting on a show for him, and he knew that. Rick took some pleasure in this game, but she wasn't going to enjoy the game he had planned when he got his way, he thought. Michonne went back to the dance floor, spending the next few hours dancing, drinking and ignoring Rick Grimes.

End of flashback

Back to the present...

"Oh Aaron stop...don't! It's like he's obsessed or something it can't be a coincident. Every Friday night for the last four weeks we've seen him at the club with all his buddies, or here at the law firm. No, I don't believe he's, like, some crazy stalker or anything, but..."

"Yeah, but even if he was, he's a HOT crazy stalker," Aaron laughed, standing and walking to her office door.

"See you tonight," he called out, as the office door closed behind him.

Michonne sat back in her chair, looking at the stack of paper work she had left to complete. Yeah, he was HOT stalker. Damn, she thought.

Authors note:

Soo I changed the beginning. What does everybody think? I didn't like the original content and thought I could do a little better. I needed to link this to Michonne's past and to what's going to happen in future chapters.

Coming up next more Rick and Michonne. Is she ever going to give in or is he just some crazy hot stalker? There will be a few flash-backs in the next chapter on how they keep bumping into each other "coincidentally". Hope you enjoyed this- it's only the beginning for these two.