Daryl road up to the King County Apartments and cut the engine on his truck. Calm on, Dixon. Stop being such a pussy. He thought to himself as he saw how badly he was gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles chalk white.

He slowly walks up the steps and sees Beth's apartment. He goes to knock, but is stopped when he hears shouting from inside. He slowly reaches for his gun on his belt, which was hidden by his leather vest. His hand barely makes it to the handle when the apartment door swings open. He drops his hand as fast as he can and is faced with Jimmy.

Jimmy gives Daryl and mean glare. "Who are you?" His stare didn't frighten Daryl one bit, even if the kid was trying to be terrifying.

"Detective Dixon. I'm here to ask Beth Greene about the murder of her mother." Daryl says, his blue eyes growing cold at the frown Jimmy gave. Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame.

"Well, Detective," His voice is full of disgust. Daryl wanted to punch the kid in the jaw. "Beth isn't here right now."

"Do you know where I could find her, sir?" Daryl said through his teeth.

"She's working."

Daryl remembered Beth saying she worked at the elementary school last night. "Alright," Daryl turns to leave.

"You're not seriously thinking of going to go interrogate her with all those kids around are you?" Jimmy calls after Daryl as he gets into his truck. Daryl just starts the engine and drives off to the school, dreading it.

Dumb ass kid, Daryl says to himself as he drives on the road, trees surrounding him as he drives on. He had to admit, even that dumb ass kid had a point. Was he really going to have to ask questions about Beth's mother with all those kids around? Maybe he could get her alone and ask her. He couldn't wait though, the killer was out there and the longer he or she was there was more of a danger to the Greene family and anyone else.

He walks into the school building and to the front office. The woman at the front desk gives him a strange glare. "Can I help you?"

The detective looks at the woman's name tag. Michonne Harvard.

"Yeah. I need to talk to Miss Greene?" He holds out his badge and shows Michonne. Michonne nods and gives a nice smile. "She's on her lunch right now, I'll show you to her room."

Daryl follows Michonne as they walk down a hallway full of classrooms, some with children and others empty. "I don't see why Miss Greene would need questioning," Michonne glances over her shoulder at the cop. "She's one of our finest teachers, never misses a day of work and is never late. The kids love her."

Michonne stops in front of a class room and turns to Daryl. "Listen, Mr. Dixon. I don't know what this is about," She crosses her arms over her chest, "But Miss Greene is a sweet girl. She hasn't done anything wrong, I can tell you that. Hurt her . . . And lets just say I got a katana at home." She winks playfully as she teases Daryl. He gives her a small, very small, chuckle.

"Got it, Harvard."

Michonne opens the door and Daryl steps in. Beth is sitting at her desk eating a salad. Daryl could see children outside on a playground and Beth notices him instantly.

"Detective DIxon." She swallows a hard gulp of lettuce and tries to clean off her desk, which was scattered with sheet music and finger paintings, as quickly as she could. "Please, have a seat."

The only chair that wasn't messy or covered in glue was a tiny blue one that reminded Beth of the color of his eyes. He pulled it up and sat in front of the desk, very uncomfortably. He was at eye level with Beth, but it was still a terrible seat. Beth's cheeks were pink with embarrassment and she clears her throat.

"Sorry," she apologizes as she folds her hands together. "The kids were wild this morning."

Daryl doesn't say anything.

"What's this all about?" Beth asks, although she already had a feeling.

"Well," Daryl starts, "I was assigned the case of your mother's murder."

Beth's eyes form tears. Daryl doesn't mean to stare, but he can't help watch as she

chews on her perfectly perfect bottom lip. Daryl thought about what it would be like to kiss those lips - Whoah. Off topic.

"Yeah." Daryl says, the awkward tension growing in the air. He clears his throat before continuing. "I'm sorry about the whole thing."

Beth just gives a kind smile. "Well, what can you do . . ."

"I can try and find the person who did this . . . I've already talked to your dad . . . He

doesn't really know anything." Daryl tells the teacher.

He goes through the whole process of asking questions and again, nothing. He was starting to get no where when a loud bell rang in the empty room.

"Recess is over," Beth tells him as she stands up gracefully. "I'm sorry I couldn't answer all the questions. Do you think I could finish them soon though?"

The kids start to come in, laughing and screaming. Daryl doesn't know what makes him say this but he regrets it. "I can wait till you're done teaching."

Beth looks at him surprised and gives a soft smile. "Okay . . . You can just . . . Sit here. It's almost sing along time."

Daryl walks to the back corner of the room and leans against it, observing the class. The children all gather around Beth, sitting criss cross on the floor, and they look up at her as if she was an angel.

Beth puts her hands together and smiles. "Okay, class." Beth beams. "Today we have a special guest." Beth extends her arm out to Daryl as if on a game show. He could feel himself blush. "This is Mr. Dixon. Can we all say hi to Mr. Dixon?"

"Hi, Mr. Dixon!" The class says together. Daryl stands there frozen and Beth walks up to him, taking his hand in hers. She walks him to the front of the classroom. "Say hi, Daryl." She whispers.

"Hey . . ." Daryl says all too awkwardly.

The kids laugh at him and he feels his face getting red.

"Is he your husband?" A young girl asks. Beth and Daryl freeze. Beth gives a small nervous laugh.

"No, Julie." Beth says. "If he was my husband my last name would be Dixon. Than you'd call me Mrs. Dixon."

"Than why aren't you married?" Mary Sue asks.

Beth covers her eyes with embarrassment. "Because, we're not together."

"So you ain't in love?" Cassie asks.

What's wrong with these damn kids?! Too much Twilight that's what. Daryl can't help but think. Like a damn romance novel or somethin' stupid.

"Okay!" Beth laughs. "Enough questions for today. It's sing along time."

Beth pulls out a acoustic guitar. "The wheels on the bus go round and round . . ."

By the time she's done singing, the children are all asleep in a peaceful nap.

Beth motions for Daryl to step outside where the playground was at. "Sorry about them." She tells him. "They're my youngest class . . . School's almost out though."

Daryl can't help but think how beautiful she looked with smudges of paint on her face and on the apron she wore. She even had red paint in her hair, but she still looked beautiful.

"Don't worry 'bout it." Daryl comments.

"When do I finish the question asking?"

"Uh -"

"How about your place?" Beth grins. Daryl's eyes widen as he stares at the youngest Green daughter.

"Beth -"

"Com'on. It won't hurt." Beth says.

"Alright . . . Might wanna get back to ya class." Daryl informs as the kids start to wake up. Beth rushes into the room and helps the children pack up for the day. Daryl takes one glance at Beth, surrounded by children with a bright glow and smile on her face, before he quietly leaves, thinking about tonight.

"I told you they were in love. See how he can't stop staring at her?" Cassie says to Mary Sue as they walk down the hallway.

"Mr. Dixon is like Miss Green's prince!" Mary Sue smiles. "She's his princess."

"Yeah. I bet you they just don't wanna tell us." Julie says.

"Why?" Mary Sue questions.

"Because, Miss Green doesn't wanna admit that she has cooties. Duh." Julie explains sassily. They walk to the car line and wait for their mother's to pick them up, fascinated with Miss Greene and Detective Dixon's 'love story.'

The knock on the front door of Daryl Dixon's house was the sound he had been afraid to hear ever since he had left the elementary school earlier that afternoon. The moon was out and the peaceful quiet rang out through the forest that surrounded the house.

Daryl opens the door to see a smiling Beth Greene standing there. "Hey." She smiles.

"Hi." His throat is tight and he wants to hit himself in the face for acting like this.

Beth was out of the school attire and into a light blue sundress and cowgirl boots. Her hair was down and Daryl couldn't breathe or think right looking at her.

Beth steps into the warm atmosphere and marvels at the place. "Wow!" She grins. "This is amazing. Did you build this?"

Daryl nods, kicking the door shut.

"Well, Mrs. Dixon must be very happy." Beth comments, a blush on her face.

"Huh?" Daryl says confused. Mrs. Dixon?

"Your wife." Beth says as she stops gazing at a nightstand. She turns to him. "You're married, right?"

Daryl just stares at her.

"Oh . . ." Beth gets the point and is utterly surprised. Why wasn't Daryl married? He was definitely something to look at, especially his arms - Off topic. He looked a few years older than Beth herself and she wondered why he lived out here by himself, alone.

"So . . . Questions?" She says as she quickly changes the subject. She sits on the brown leather couch and smile up at him. "I'm all ready. Shoot."

Daryl takes a seat next to her and the tension is even higher now. He asks her questions and even catches Beth staring at him a couple of times. He glances up from his final question and waits for her answer.

"No . . . I don't . . . I don't see why anyone would want to do this to my mom . . ." Beth sighs. "At least she's in Heaven now."

Daryl stares at the bright eyes girl as she looks down in a saddened manor. "You want a drink?"

Beth looks at him. "A drink?"

"Moonshine?"

Beth shakes her head. "I'm fine." She goes to stand up. "Jimmy should be expecting me home soon. I told him I saw at Maggie's so I better hurry home." She walks over to him and kisses his cheek before telling him goodnight.

Daryl nods and watches her as she walks into the night and to her car. He still doesn't move, the kiss burning on his skin.

Mrs. Dixon . . . "Yeah . . ." Daryl shuts the door and walks up stairs where Night is resting on his bed.

"Meow!" The cat says, purring for his master. Daryl runs his hand through Night's fur and smiles down at the cat.

"You're stupid." Daryl laughs. He lays down, Night laying on his chest, and he stares at the ceiling.

Daryl couldn't take his mind about what those kids said in the class today. Kids and their imaginations . . . He thinks before he shuts his eyes and drifts to sleep.

Little did he know, those kids were actually a lot smarter than they'd seem.

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