First of yall i would love to take the time to thank everybody. The one who left a review, the one who followed and favorited, even the silent reader. English is not my first language, i'm just a french girl who love Richonne and fanfiction so i thought why not ?

For this story my inspiration is shows like Love & Hip Hop, of course the characters will not be as fake as people on this show, I will try to keep the characterization of each one.

My super beta is a genius, without her this fiction will be worst than that ahaha she's gonna kill me when she will see that. For the one who wants you can find me on tumblr : hawajulayman

Here's chapter 2, i'm working on chapter 4 already and I'm waiting for my beta to finish her lecture of chapter 3. Anyway enjoy and as always don't hesitate to tell me if you see mistakes or have a constructive thing to say, just say it.

BAD AND BOUJEE

Chapter 2 : What's her name ?

" Wow Morgan I'm impressed by what you did there."

"Thanks Rick, I'm quite proud too. But just for the record, Jesus did all the work. I hope we can open in 2 weeks," Morgan said thanking his friend.

The two men were visiting the new location of Morgan and Jesus' fight club. They were already co-owners of a successful one in New York, where Jesus was from and decided to set up an Atlanta location because Morgan was getting tired of having to leave his city and his woman constantly. Now he could run their business without having to rack up miles and long distance phone bills.

"I'm happy for you buddy. How's Jenny by the way, looking forward to the wedding," Rick asked taking a place on one of the benches inside the room.

"She's good. Yeah, she's setting the last detail of it with the wedding planner," Morgan chuckled thinking about the love of his life running everywhere in order to organise her dream wedding, "By the way, she asked me if you're gonna have a plus one," he added taking a seat near Rick and opening his beer.

Rick sighed, he was hoping to avoid this question because he didn't know the answer himself. The woman of his dream was only available in his dreams.

"Frankly man, I think I will be alone," he answered drinking his beer.

"What about Lori," Morgan questioned, he was struggling to keep up with his dear friend's love life or more to the point, his nonexistent one.

"What about her?"

"Rick, you can't answer a question with another one. What's the problem there? I thought you liked her," he continued to question Rick, really trying to understand where his friend's head was at.

"I do, I guess. We went on a couple of dates but it just didn't click. She's nice and pretty and all that… but I don't know," he sighed sadly, "Something just feels like its missing."

"Ok... whats her name," he grilled his friend after taking a sip of his beer. There was just something about the way Rick responded that had piqued Morgan's interest.

"What are you talking about," Rick asked trying to avoid looking into his friend's curious eyes.

Morgan didn't respond, he just patiently watched Rick who was staring at the mat in front of him, waiting for him to come clean.

"Fine, her name is Michonne," he finally conceded bashfully, knowing he was caught by Morgan, "But she has a boyfriend and I just met her a couple of times so it doesn't seem like a real possibility right now."

Morgan stayed pensively silent, waiting for to Rick fill him in with more information about this mysterious woman.

"She's just so beautiful. You remember when you told me about the first time you saw your fiance? That with just one look you knew? And when she smiled...you were convinced. Her smile sold the deal, how it stole your heart," Rick reminded Morgan about the first time he saw Jenny, he finished his beer contemplating it, while his mind took him back to Michonne and her big smile.

"Yeah I remember. So you felt the same thing when your mystery girl smiled at you," Morgan was intrigued, after all the years knowing Rick he'd never seen him like this.

"It's strange I know, but yeah, I felt that. I still feel it," he said quietly to a smiling Morgan.

They fell into a comfortable silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Then the meeting notification on Morgan's phone vibrated, reminding him that he had a meeting with Jenny and he didn't wanted to die today, so he stood ready to leave.

"Let's go before I'm late for my meeting with the cake maker," Morgan said helping his friend to stand.

"Again, how many meetings people need to choose a cake," Rick asked sarcasm dripping from his question.

"Jenny wants it perfect, more perfect than the perfection," Morgan said chuckling.

"She's a perfectionist it can drive people … including me crazy, but what can I say? I love her so I'm just rolling with it," he added with a grin only his fiancee could put on his face.

"Well you know what they say, for the better and the worst!"

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They both laughed leaving Morgan's new club. He climbed into his jet black Aston Martin DBS Coupe and waved to Rick, who was looking for the keys to his truck when his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out but when he saw the name of Shane his very best friend since childhood he was tempted to put it right back and ignore the call. He sighed and took a deep breath because he knew that this conversation was gonna be dreadful because Shane was way too much determined when he wanted something.

"No Shane I didn't ask him," he said, not bothering to greet his friend properly.

"What do you mean you didn't asked him? Man what the fuck? You know damn well if it was me, he woulda said no without battin' an eyelash," Shane complained.

"You keeping sayin' that but you don't know, he may even get on board," Rick retorted, growing tired with Shane's insistence. But the man wasn't the kind to let things go easily. He was always the type that wanted things to be his way, not giving a thought to others people's feelings. Shane was like this since Rick knew him, which means since forever.

"You had one job. And you couldn't even do it Rick. I'm not mad, I'm disappointed and yet I'm not surprised," Shane ranted.

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose, something he always did when he was annoyed by something or someone.

"I explicitly told you to ask Tyler Durden for the strip club, today. Did you? Or did you not," Shane continued to reprimand Rick.

"No Shane, I didn't " Rick answered, he just wanted to hang up but he knew that his friend wouldn't back off.

"No you didn't! You got that damn right buddy. You. Did. Not. And why didn't ya?"

"Shane let it go. I forgot, we were talking about more important things." Rick declared.

"And what's more important than strippers," Shane asked dumbfounded by his friend's lack of enthusiasm for his so-called brilliant idea.

"Can you just stop shoutin'? I have to go Shane, if you want something done right then do it yourself," Rick concluded, ending the conversation. Rick loved him, but sometimes he really couldn't stand his friend. Shane was hot headed, hitting first and thinking about consequences later. They were different, but it didn't stop their childhood friendship from growing...like a choking vine.

Rick finally found his truck keys, so he climbed into his car and checked the time on his silver watch. He was in the middle of a major conflict in his head - a part of him wanted to go the bakery where he knew he would see Michonne. The eavesdropped conversation she had had with the silver haired woman had given him the information that she was there everyday at the same hour like clock work. But the other part of him, the decidedly more conservative part, kept telling him that it was the lamest idea that would basically look like he was stalking her, effectively freaking her out and finally shutting him down. He just couldn't explain the attraction towards this woman. He knew nothing about her, except that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her smile was breathtaking. But it was her voice that kept resonating in his head, with its sweet smoothness and clear intelligence flowing through her tone. She only had one flaw that he could see and it wasn't even her own. The boyfriend.

Unfortunately, the desire to see her was stronger than his reason. He checked his watch once again. If he left now he could catch her, so he started his car and shifted his truck into drive.

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"Are you stalking me ?"

There she was, sitting at one of the tables inside the bakery, wearing a pink shirt , her locs tied in a perfect bun. She was even more gorgeous than yesterday.

"You gotta be kidding me," she asked trying not to smile. If she wasn't so attracted to him, she would have cussed him out.

"Ok, ok you won. This time is no chance meeting. I...uh.. I just wanted to see if you were better after yesterday, I… kinda overheard you'd be here when you were speaking with the owner," he admitted fearfully, "you two seemed kinda close, so I just trusted my gut that you'd be here."

She watched him without saying anything for what seemed like a really long minute for Rick.

"You're very sweet. You know that right?"

Rick blushed and let out a big sigh of relief that she didn't asked him to leave.

"You didn't need to waste your time and your gas for me. I'm good, better if I can say that," she answered with a smile. She was touched by the gesture and he genuinely looked like he really did care about her well-being, scoring him big scoring points… if she was keeping score.

"And by the way, thank you for staying yesterday until my friend Andrea came. That was really nice of you. Unlike my ass of an ex, that I refuse to even speak his name," she added her tone chilling at the the very thought of Mike.

Rick wore a quizzical look, not wanting to make assumptions and have his hopes raised all for nothing.

"Sooo, you and Mr. No More Name… y'all better too," he asked knowing that he was stepping on boundaries he shouldn't, but his curiosity got the best of him.

"No Mike and I are not good. We don't exist anymore. In the iconic words of the legend Mariah Carey 'I don't know her '. And you were right. I deserved better," she responded with wave of her hand like she was brushing away a bad memory with the wind.

They both went silent, Rick trying to gather enough courage to ask the question he had wanted to ask since the moment he saw Michonne.

"Listen I know you've just got out of a relationship," he stuttered but pushed through, "and maybe you want to stay single, I don't know . But I'd like to take you out one day... if that's something you want."

"Oh, I don't know what to say " she answered taken aback.

"Just say yes."

"But I don't even know you and you don't know me either."

"That's why I'm asking. . To get to know you better. Since I saw you I can't get you out of my head," he confessed a blush rising from his neck to his stubbled cheeks.

Michonne leaned back in her chair and started playing with her necklace, he could see the wheels turning in her head.

"Let me think about that Rick," she answered.

Rick struggled to keep the disappointment off of his face, but he nodded in understanding.

"But give me your number so it will be easier to give you my answer. At least you will stop stalking me," she added trying to lighten the mood. She had wanted to say yes, but Michonne was a thoughtful person. She thought back to her last mistake of a relationship and could only see the stupidity and anger from it. She didn't want to do more stupid out of anger, and anger could get you killed. She gave him her phone and asked him to call her so she could save it in her phone. He chuckled when he saw that she labeled him "Officer Friendly". While she was putting her phone away, he noticed the book near her was different from the one from the day before.

"Dang, how many books do you read at the same time," he asked.

"Oh, I finished Don Quixote yesterday. It was almost finished when you saw me with it," she answered showing him the cover, "today I just started To Kill a Mockingbird."

"What's it about," Rick asked even though he knew damn well what one of the most famous books in US history was about. He just loved hearing her voice and seeing her so happy to talk about books so he didn't mind looking a little dumb.

"This one is about a young girl named Scout living with her brother and father and her mom is dead. Her father, Atticus, is a lawyer and he has to defend a black man accused of raping a white woman," Michonne face lit up as she tried to summarise the book, "Imagine this is during the Great depression so he's already guilty for everybody except Atticus. This book really resonated to me, because first of all I'm black so the racism is something I have to deal with on a daily basis. But… I also know what it's like to growing up without a mom…," Michonne said before realizing she had shared way too much information. But she felt so comfortable with him that it was easy to talk to him.

"I'm sorry about your mom," Rick said sadly, feeling a deep remorse for anything that obviously hurt Michonne so deeply.

"Yeah you know people come in life and others leave it. I've made my peace with her death and this is what she would have wanted," she shook herself with resolve, "And… I still don't know why I'm telling you all of this."

Rick didn't respond, he was too busy looking at her, their stare contest taking place again.

"Are you going to stop checking me out and order one of your viennoiseries," Michonne asked smirking at a blushing Rick.

"Oh, you remembered? But nah I have to go, I have a shift tonight," he said, sad to have to leave her already. "Have a good day Ms. Simone "

"You too Mr. Whatever Your Last Name Is."

"It's Grimes."

"Well bye Rick Grimes," she waved to him with a big smile showing her perfect white teeth.

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"Hey, mom it's me."

"Oh Richard! Why don't you ever call before coming here," his mother reprimanded him. She kissed his cheek and hugged him so tightly that he gasped.

"Because when I do call you tell me not to, because 'your home is my home'," Rick retorted with air quotes just to add to her irritation, "I can't ever win with you mom."

"Oh nonsense Richard," she shook her head at her wayward son, "Well, you've come at the right time because we were just talking about you."

Rick mother was a short woman, with a strong temper. She was endowed by all the qualities that would make a good politician and all of the flaws too. Sonia Grimes made a name for herself in the hotel business, before deciding to go into politics like her father. She succeeded like she always did and she was currently the Deputy Mayor in the mayor's office as a proud democrat. It was a shock in the Grimes family when Rick decided to become a cop. They had expected him to do something corresponding more to his roots: money. All of his childhood friends came from wealthy families and they grew up to continue the tradition of adding to their impressive inherited bank accounts. However Rick's choice in career wasn't really a surprise to anyone. Ever since he was little, Rick's dream was to work in law enforcement. He lived by those words: To serve and protect. He had always been simple man, even if his family wasn't. Even though he came from one of the richest of Atlanta, he never let money change him and his vision of life.

"I hope you were saying good things," he said following his mom into the foyer of her big house.

"Don't be silly Richard. You know that your father and I are more than proud of you. Of course we don't really understand the path you've take as an officer of the law when you could have been so much more… but you are proud nonetheless," his mom said with an exasperated sigh, "Because we love you.

"Thanks momma, I know and I love you too. "

Rick and his mom shared a quick embrace before entering the living room where his father was going over building plans for there new hote. As usual, his father was working, even in his downtime at home.

"Hey dad! How's the new hotel going," Rick asked trying to get the his father's attention.

"Hey Ricky! Ah you know, more of the same. More importantly, how's my son doin'," the Grimes patriarch asked with a big smile on his face.

"I'm good Dad. So, mom told me you were talking about me."

"Yeah we were son... l,isten Rick you know that we are very proud of you," his father started as he took his place on the sofa near his wife with a glass of whisky he had poured himself.

"I know Mom just told me that now," Rick said growing suspicious the more "proud" his parents kept saying they were of him.

"Well, you know that we just opened up a new hotel, and we were thinking that it would be great for you to be the manager. You know, run it for us," his mother finished what his father wanted to say.

Rick stared at his parents, pinching the bridge of his nose. It never failed. Every time he visited them they always tried to give him a new job or a suitatble wife. Always doing the opposite of what they were saying. He really tried to believe them when they told him they were proud of him no matter what, but their actions were speaking volumes in the opposite for them.

He sighed, trying to not be overwhelmed by his emotions. His parents were sitting in front of him, unaware of the struggle within him.

Finally he spoke up, "Mom, Dad. I am a cop and I have always wanted to be one -" he began to say, trying to find the right words "- I'm happy with my life and I don't want to be the new boss to your new hotel, i don't know sh- I mean I don't know anything about the hotel business, why can't you just accept me the way I am?"

His mom looked at him, with her big blue eyes so similar to her son's. She was nodding her head while sporting a toothless smile. Rick knew this behaviour well as she used it each time that she understood someone but didn't agree. His father on the other hand didn't flinch or say anything, used to these conversations about his son's life decisions but each time hoping that he would finally accept.

"We know that honey, but we also know how being a policeman is dangerous. You could be shot, ending up in a coma for months or god forbid dead. And is the money is enough? What if you married someone from our circle? Don't you think your financial stability would be an issue for you," his mom asked, her worry could be read on her pretty face.

"Mom just stop. I just wanted to come over because I forgot one of my uniforms the last time I was here and my other spare is dirty. That's it. Not to talk about my future or my job, so please just let it go," Rick pleaded. He left the room before either one of them could say something they would regret.

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"So let me get this straight. He came back again, this time admitting that he did it on purpose. He asked you on a date and you, bitch, said that you would think about it … and then took his number," Sasha said repeating exactly what Michonne just told her, like she didn't hear it right the first time.

"Yes Sash, why are you repeating everything I said? Like it's gonna change the story," Michonne asked her, already regretting telling her friends about her encounter with Rick. She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, like she always did when she was with them. Like she often said, her friends were the best, but at the same time the worst. And today they proved her right.

"I just didn't know that you were that stupid. All thoses criminal shows we watched together and you didn't learn a damn thing. You know damn well that us black women don't have the luxury of stupidity," Sasha answered disappointedly, shaking her head at Michonne. She wiggled and adjusted in her chair, trying to relax and enjoy her pedicure.

"Oh let her breathe Sasha, I think it's romantic," Maggie said, a big smile on her beautiful face.

"How sway? I pray to God that one day Mags you are going to climb down off of your cloud and starting to live in the real world."

Michonne smirked and shook her head , Sasha and Maggie represented her own inner battle between good and judgmental. Nobody was totally right or totally wrong. Maggie seeing her friend in deep thought, tried to find words to encourage her.

"Michonne stop please! I know what you're thinking, but every man is not Mike," Maggie pleaded with her green eyes shining, "You want to say yes. I can feel it. I know you mama. It's just a date right? What's the worst that could happen?"

Michonne smiled, finding comfort in Maggie words the she knew she could alway count on her for that. Maggie was the sweetest person she had ever met, always smiling and joking. With her it was a drama free zone. She was a very loving woman, and their bond was strong because they had both lost their moms at a young age, so Maggie understood her in a way that none of her other friends might.

Sasha looked at her friends like they each had grown an extra head. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and couldn't let Maggie win even if it wasn't a contest.

"Bitch the fuck you said? No and no. We need to live by the fact that men ain't shit until they have proven that they are. Listen to me good, because I will not repeat myself. God is my witness I warned you, yes God! I did," Sasha raised her hand to her heart and she preached like she was a pastor and the beauty salon was her congregation, "I will be there with my "I told you so" sign, and I will follow you everywhere, at every time. I will even whisper it to your dead body."

Sasha finished very proud of herself and her little speech.

Michonne and Maggie laughed without trying to move or bother their nail technicians working on their feet. Today was supposed to be a relaxing day. It was their day off work and they decided to make an appointment for a little mani-pedi, because one of the rules of their strip club was to ALWAYS be "on fleek" like Deanna would say, from the top of their head to the bottom of their feet. The rules were strict but the money was good, some nights extremely good, so the girls never complained.

But as usual, when she was with the polar opposite twins Sasha and Maggie, the day was never relaxing for Michonne, and she thanked God that Rosita wasn't there, because it would have been worst.

She was thankful for her friends helpful opinions, but she knew she had to make a decision. Since I saw you I can't get you out of my head, she thought about his words from hours ago and honestly she couldn't either so she wanted to give to this inexplicable attraction a chance. A chance to see where it could go. If he knew about your job, he will change just like Mike, her fear wouldn't let her rest.

"Ok I'm gonna call him right now," she announced, cutting Sasha's off who was deep in the middle of a whispered conversation with Maggie. She took her phone before she could change her mind, clicked on his name and waited. He picked up at the 3rd ring

"Hello," he answered, his accent seemed more pronounced over the phone.

"Hi, Rick it's...erm...Michonne," she stuttered, nervously playing with her necklace, his voice was so deep and sexy. What was this man was doing to her? She kept asking herself . Rick didn't say anything back, astonished that she had called so quickly.

"Rick? Are you there," Michonne asked, worried that the conversation had been cut.

"Yeah, yeah sorry I- I was just. Nevermind. I'm happy you called, how are you since this mornin'."

"Good, thanks. I hope I wasn't bothering you."

Rick smiled, she was definitely too cute. He leaned back in his chair enjoying just the sound of her voice.

"No you didn't…," you could NEVER, was what he was actually thinking, "It's quiet right now. I was just doing paperwork before you called," he told her. Yep, he definitely loved talking to her. It was so easy yet it felt so familiar. He wanted their conversations to never end.

"But I'm distracting you from all that aren't I," Michonne asked trying to stay cool, while Sasha was pretending to sleep, acting bored by the phone call. Maggie who was more than invested, slapped Sasha on her arm, threatening silently by pointing her finger at her. Michonne rolled her eyes, asking herself why her friends couldn't stop misbehaving.

"But you are the best distraction so I don't mind," Rick said, lowering his voice and licking his lips.

Michonne giggled, which caused her friends to look at her raising their eyebrows. Maggie was still smiling but a malicious one this time and Sasha kept her annoyed face. The employees of the mani-pedi stores continued to apply nail polish to their toes.

"Smooth Rick, you are smooth. I bet you say that to all the women you want to go on a date with," she said coyly still trying to compose herself.

"Well for one I'm only trying to date you. And two… is it working?"

She giggled again, completely lost in this man's smooth phone game that she forgot why she was called him in the first place. She continued to play with her necklace, because he made her nervous and unsure but in a good way, a way she hadn't felt in a long time. Sasha tapped her finger on her watch, signaling her friend that she didn't have all the time in the world.

"Let's do it. Let's get to know each other," she said snapping to attention at recalling the reason why she was on the phone with the sexy cop.

Rick was so relieved to hear those words since he saw her last wondering if she would even contact him. He felt like she may have felt even a little of what he was feeling since the first time he saw her.

"I would love that," he practically shouted but tried to contain his joy, "Text me when you can and where you want. I will follow your lead," he said before being interrupted by one of his co-worker. He needed to go but he was far from pleased to have to end his call with Michonne.

"I'm sorry I have to go,duty calls! I look forward to see you again Michonne," he added before hanging up.

Michonne put her phone on her lap, the girls were already standing ready to leave.

"So," Maggie asked, Sasha too busy on her phone.

"It went well. I'm gonna text him the day and the place," she said nonchalantly.

"Huh! Michonne I was there! It was more than well. You were giggling like a damn teenager talking with the most popular guy in school, quit playing," Maggie retorted, but she was amused to see her level headed friend trying to play it cool, while she was anything but just a minute before. This man just might be special to make her lose all her usual level headed way.

Sasha came back from her phone call, pissed.

"Sorry girls I gotta go. The woman who gave birth to me, seems to not know when to take a break from all her drama," Sasha breathed out exasperatedly, kissing her friend's cheeks.

"Sasha, she's your mother."

She shook her head, with a fake smile, trying to mimicking Mariah Carey and added, "I don't know her. "

The girls sighed, they knew she was half joking, because indeed she didn't really know her mother.

They left the salon, after Maggie insisted on paying for everybody as usual. Michonne took her phone out of her Calvin Klein backpack once she was buckled into Maggie's car and started writing a text for Rick, a big smile on her face and a lot of hope in her heart.

After a long night where he had to break up a bar fight, and filing all the paperwork he still had from earlier in the day, Rick was more than exhausted. He just wanted to go home and lay in his bed forever. Night shifts weren't easy for him and they threw his internal schedule out of wack every time he had to work them. He spent the day sleeping so he could function productively at night but it never felt like he ever got enough rest. He climbed in his truck and just sat there doing nothing, enjoying the silence outside. His mind took him back to his conversation with Michonne. He was starting to get addicted to this woman. In just two days, the connection he had with her from their simple conversations was stronger than the one he failed to have with Lori, or anyone for that matter.

It was then that he remembered that he needed to check his phone, just in case she sent a message and to his utter delight she had. He smiled as he read her text :

Michonne : Wednesday. Lunch time. Don't be late officer friendly. Xoxo

He checked his calendar, it was Tuesday, only one more day to wait.

Rick : It's a date then. Sweet dreams