It was mandatory that all DoD officers and J.S.O.C agents that weren't on assignment attend the annual winter ball held in downtown Alexandria,Virginia.
Rick would've normally attended with Lori but now that they were separated and on their way to the finalizing of their divorce he attended with extremely high hopes of seeing a rookie agent that he'd only worked with a few times before;
But the agent left more than a lasting impression on him.
At the conclusion of the Secretary of the State's presentation on the DoD's achievements that year, the lights slowly begin to brighten the luxury ballroom. The events had no less than 200-300 people from all positions in the Pentagon as well as all branches of the military.
It's a black tie affair, Rick's dressed in a proper black tuxedo with a fresh shave and haircut. It's only been 2 hours and the evening's really dragging along for him.
Talking with attendees around the table didn't interest him, he didn't know any of them personally and they didn't know him which is what he prefers.
He's never been much of a talker, except with Shane who ended up on assignment that evening.
Rick casually walked around the entire ballroom twice looking for the agent however; by the second walk around a couple of young women started thinking he was checking them.
As most of Rick's table steps away to the dance floor; he calls a waiter over and orders a shot of Jamesons, "No ice please", hoping to mask his disappointment.
The last time he saw her was 6 weeks ago when the two were working on an assignment in Laos with Sgt. Daryl Dixon from the U.S. Marine Corp.
The three worked well together on the assignment, everyone knew their place within the mission. When one of them said they could deliver on something they were always able to do it with little to no assistance from the other two.
He stares at a sea of people mingling with one another.
The only reason for events such as this, was so defense contractors could make business connections within the federal government.
Rick's been working there long enough to know that lavish events paid by the government were for the purposes of back room deals.
A few minutes later, the waiter comes back and sets two shots of Jamesons in front of Rick, "I had only asked for one" he says pulling out a $5 spot to tip the waiter.
"Yes sir, the other shot is from the woman at the bar."
Rick instantly begins to smile at the prospect of knowing who ordered his second shot.
He switches the $5 spot to a 20 to give to the waiter then stands up looking over at the bar for the rookie agent.
He quickly downs one of the shots, grabs the other and starts making his way to the bar.
Once there, he glances at the people drinking and laughing, at the end of the bar he sees the two young women from earlier.
They raise their drinks at Rick.
He nods his head and drinks the shot.
After realizing who sent him the shot, he decides to order a couple more.
Before leaving the ballroom; Rick grabs a full glass of champagne from the champagne table and takes another look around the place for the agent.
He quietly sips the cool bitter champagne as well as his disappointment of the agent's no show while aimlessly wandering down the dolled up hotel hallway.
About halfway down Rick stops to gaze at a larger than life painting. It's a historic painting of the Alexandria Harbor.
There's nothing special about the painting, the activity of the ships and people on the docks are quite detailed and the colors are as vibrant as if standing on the actual dock back in time
But still; Rick gazes at the oddity of the painting.
He sips more of the champagne believing he's feeling those Jamesons shots to stare at a painting for more than three minutes.
A soft females voice from behind asks, "What do you think?"
The voice warms Rick's chest and body as he realizes that the rookie agent Michonne Carter, is standing directly behind him.
"Can't really say to be honest…but there's something missing".
"Hmm…perhaps it's the large open landscape beyond the harbor. Maybe the artist should've placed some activity there as well.
They probably painted it from a room overseeing the entire harbor", the agent replies.
Agent Carter whispers in his ear, "I bet there's a room in this hotel with the same exact view."
"Maybe-", Rick turns around and sees Michonne silently walking away.
His heart begins to race as he watches her walking down the hallway, her locs are wrapped in a regal bun with one loc dangling from the side of her face.
She's wearing a emerald green dress, its strapless with a medium size slit at the bottom showing off her black open-toed heels.
He instantly wants her naked with one of her legs with the heels on, over his shoulders.
There's no official rule in the DoD about agents becoming romantically involved with one another however, it is frowned upon.
So much so that if the hire ups become aware they'll make sure never to place the two individuals on missions together, conflicts of interests is what they call it.
Rick walks in to the lobby and over to the self-guest check in.
He types in his name and to his surprise there's a reservation in the system for him. He slides his credit card and out pops a hotel room key card.
Rick walks in to the hotel room and its dark with the exception of city and harbor lights coming from the three large windows.
He walks over to one of the windows and sure enough the view's an exact replica of the painting, but this view of the harbor has urban skyline instead of farms and fields.
The view is memorizing, not so much because of what he's seeing but because Michonne has such exquisite taste.
He removes his bow tie and places it on the table then removes his tuxedo jacket and places it on the chair.
There's a bucket full of ice and a bottle of champagne on the table with two glasses.
Rick snickers to himself as he pops the bottle open.
As soon as Rick finishes filling the glasses with champagne he hears a key card unlocking the door.
Michonne walks in using her back to close the door.
She sighs heavily walking over to the table, "This job is never-ending isn't it", throwing a file folder on the table.
Rick hands her a glass of champagne, "Isn't that what you wanted?"
She smirks, "I suppose so."
"Where's Dale sending you this time", he grabs his glass and walks over to the edge of the bed.
He sets his glass down on the floor then lays back on to the bed.
Michonne walks over to Rick, "You know I'm not gonna tell you that."
He places his hand underneath her dress, "Hey, hey…", he turns Michonne around to face him.
"You know…", he grabs the glass out of her hand and places it next to his, the street light capturing his face.
He longingly rubs his forehead against her dress, gradually moving his hands up the side of her legs to her hips, "I will find and extract you from anywhere."
His hands finally make their way up to her hips brazening the spaghetti thin straps of her underwear.
She longingly runs her fingers through his hair, "How's Carl and Judith?"
"They're good, I had them all to myself last week…", he snickers gradually pulling down her panties.
Michonne gently bits her bottom lip and closes her eyes falling in to the sensation of his hands gripping her ass.
He looks up at her, licking his lips in awe of her arousal, "How long do we have?"
"A…about 36 hours", she moans.
Rick lifts each one of her legs to remove her panties then stands up to slowly kiss her while unzipping the back of her dress.
Once her dress falls to the floor, he begins rubbing her nipples with his thumb, "I was just about to leave when you saw me downstairs in the hallway. I didn't think you were coming", he whispers.
He turns her around and lays her down on the bed.
Again, he licks his lips at the site of Michonne's naked body being illuminated by the urban lights shining in through the window.
His wants from earlier was about to come true.
She begins to lift her leg to take off her heels while he begins to unbutton his shirt but, he stops her from taking them off, "Nope, I want them on tonight."
She smiles as he starts kneeling down in between her legs.
"I felt so bad for you", he confesses while placing one of her legs over his shoulder.
Rick pulls her hips to the edge of the bed and begins thumb massaging her soaking wet bundle of nerves.
Every stroke of his thumb sends Michonne in to an erotic blissful state,"Wh…why", she heavily moans.
Rick leans in and gradually circles her clit with his tongue, "Because I want you cumming every night".