Training Day

A/N: Some flirty fun for my fellow Richonners. It's their first day on the job in ASZ; Michonne may need some training from Rick…

Warning: adult situations and language!

Rick walked down the stairs in his new constable's uniform and straightened up his tie; he had to admit, it did feel strange after all of the time that had passed and all of the things he had done. He thought a moment about what Hershel had told him regarding getting to come back; maybe his dear friend was right. Either way, Rick was going to use this position as a way to move around the community without the residents growing suspicious. He would have the type of access that others in the safe-zone would not.

Rick admittedly felt a little excitement at the prospect of undertaking his duties as a constable for another reason as well; he was going to be spending his days working with Michonne, for she was offered the position as well, and had accepted. While he was still unsure of what Michonne had done in her former life, he assumed she had not been in law enforcement. When he approached her and asked her if she had any experience in the field, she confirmed what he already thought; Michonne would need some type of training.

xXx

Michonne was already dressed in her uniform by the time Rick joined her, Carl, Judith and Noah for breakfast. Her outfit was a little too big for her muscular but petit frame and the tie was slightly too long. She felt odd wearing the uniform; the last time she had worn one was the two years she spent at boarding school in France. That seemed like another life that another person had lived; right now, Michonne was ready to start her first day as a constable at the end of the world.

Rick discreetly took in her appearance as he poured himself a cup of coffee; there was something different about her, and it was not the clothes she was wearing. Rick made his way to the table and sat directly across from Michonne; he smiled when he finally figured it out.

"Your hair," he started, as she looked up at him. "You're wearin' it up. I've never seen it like that before."

Michonne instinctively patted her hair down at the side of her head and let the corners of her mouth turn up into a barely there grin.

"Yeah, I thought a change would be nice." She said a little coyly since it was the first time Rick had commented on her physical appearance.

"Well it looks nice. I mean, it looks nice all the time, but different is good…different is nice too. I mean, yeah. You look different but you always look good."

He said, becoming a little flustered. It had been a long time since he had given a woman a compliment, and he was not up to par. Carl and Noah looked at each other and tried to hide their smirks; Rick shot them a stern look when he noticed their amusement at his less than smooth talk. Michonne offered him a shy smile.

"Thank you," Michonne said before she finished her cup of coffee. "I don't know if I'll get used to the clothes though. I bet it feels natural to you."

Rick let out a small chuckle.

"Ya know, not really. Might take some gettin' used to again."

He offered as his expression grew a little mournful. Michonne reasoned that he must have thought back to a memory of his old life and was reminded of what he had lost. She tried to think of something funny to say to lighten the mood.

"Yeah well the local ladies will think all of their Christmases have come at once when they get a look at you in your uniform." This got his attention as he held her gaze.

"Trust me, they're gonna love you, but watch out for sneak attacks. You'll be fightin' 'em off with a stick." She said, and it just sounded way more flirty than funny.

Carl and Noah looked at each other and lifted their eye brows; Carl grabbed Judith and they excused themselves. Rick did not even notice; he was brought back to the present by Michonne and any sadness he might have started to recall fell away when she beamed at him like that. He looked at her and a devilish smile crept over his face.

"Yeah?" He asked. "Only the local ladies, you say?"

"Oh, Rick. If I decided to attack you, you'd need more than a stick to fight me off." She said, not worried about how that remark sounded.

"Hmm, I just might hold you to that." Rick said as he finished off his coffee and got up to rinse his cup.

xXxXx

"I don't believe you!" Michonne exclaimed as she leaned back into the chair at their new workplace. "Rick Grimes being arrested. Yeah right!"

"It's true! When I was sixteen or seventeen. Me and my best friend took his daddy's car out joyridin'. Thing is, we didn't exactly ask his permission to use it. Anyways, we got shitfaced down Four Mile Road and neither of us could remember how to drive a stick shift; that's how drunk we were. The Sheriff came by and found us creepin' along in first gear and swervin' all over the place with Merle Haggard blastin' in the cassette deck. He tried to drop us off home but Shane's daddy was a hard ass. He called us sons o' bitches, kicked Shane's ass and then phoned my old man and they told the Sheriff to lock us up for the night. I had the worst hangover the next day and the Sheriff made us clean out all of the squad cars before we walked all the way home. My old man ended up grounding me for a month and took my car off me. He dropped me off right out the front of the school dressed in a wife beater, pajama pants and bunny slippers every day for the rest of the semester. That's how he walked me up to the front gate. I never drove under the influence ever again." Rick said with grin.

Michonne laughed so loudly that tears had formed in her eyes.

"That's classic!" She offered as she caught her breath.

"Now, have you really never been arrested?" He asked again.

"Nope, I was a good girl. Well, kind of. The only cuffs I saw had fake fur on 'em." She said with a wink, causing Rick to lose his train of thought for a moment. She watched him as he swallowed hard.

"Never had a pat down?" Rick queried, inadvertently licking his lips slightly.

"No. Never had to give one either, well, not for a while now." She said as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, offering Rick a playful smirk.

Rick narrowed his eyes, grinned and tilted his head.

"Well, I guess we can start your trainin' with apprehending someone." He started before Michonne interrupted.

"Can you teach me the choke hold?" She asked excitedly.

"Choke hold is illegal," he said. "But fuck it, might as well show you. Oh and I'll show you how to take someone down."

"Oh I know how you law men do it, you pull your sidearm and yell 'show me your hands, motherfucker!' and proceed to wrestle them to the ground, right?" She asked while unsuccessfully holding back laughter.

Rick tried to remain serious, but had to chortle as well.

"Don't think that would work here. Shit, most o' these people ain't been outside these walls and I'm certain they didn't see much of the world before it went to hell. Don't know how many hardened criminals are here. So, constable, we better save the wrestlin' and motherfuckers for another time." Rick said as both he and Michonne continued to laugh loudly.

"Okay, okay!" She started, trying to catch her breath. "If we think someone is breaking the rules or something and we have to apprehend 'em, we pat them down, right?"

"Right." Said Rick. "I'll talk you through it first. The general pat down is to have the suspect raise their arms, usually I'd have 'em lean against somethin'. Then you wanna get 'em to spread their legs by using your leg in between theirs if they aren't inclined to follow orders. Search the abdomen, arms, legs and small of the back. For women, we gotta search their breasts, but we use the side of our hands near our index fingers and thumbs so we're not cupping them. If you're there on your own, keep one hand on their wrist and do the search with the other. When you're searching their legs, it's best to squat, not bend over. If you think they're dangerous, have 'em kneel on the ground with their legs spread and hands on their head."

Michonne nodded. "How much force do we use?"

"Assess the situation and use as much as you see fit." Rick replied.

"Stand up and I'll show you how to do it; I know it might seem simple, but bein' thorough could be the difference between life and death."

Michonne nodded again, stood and slowly walked towards Rick who discreetly scanned her body before clearing his throat.

"Place your hands against the wall and spread your legs."

Rick said with authority in his voice; Michonne did as he asked but found her face grow warm at hearing Rick's command in relation to her parting her legs. He stepped close behind her and put his hands at her waist. She felt her skin tingle at the contact.

He slowly patted his hands over her firm abdomen and worked his way up to her arms; as he moved back down he hesitated slightly knowing that he had to check her breast area. Michonne sensed his reluctance.

"Go ahead," she offered. "What's some fondling between colleagues, right?"

Rick let out a small chortle and proceeded to search her breasts in the exact manner he had described. He suddenly wished he was using his palms instead; he wondered what it would be like to run his hands all over Michonne's body under different circumstances. Rick then patted her strong thighs and took in the sight of her perfectly round backside. He thought about how amazing it would feel cupped in his hands.

His demonstration was finished and Rick already missed how Michonne felt to touch; they swapped positions and it was her turn to pat him down. If he liked the way she felt when he patted her down, then he loved the way her hands ghosted over his form. Her proximity was intoxicating to him; she was so close that her pert breasts were pressed against his back. Rick was suddenly overcome with desire and needed Michonne to cease her rehearsal before his body started visibly responding to her touch. She finished the quick exercise and stepped away from Rick. He turned and offered her a smile, silently hoping that the heat that had spread to his face had not changed his coloring.

He held Michonne's gaze for longer than was necessary.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" She asked playfully.

Rick chuckled and nodded.

You have no idea, he thought.

A/N: More to come!