"Hmmm." Michonne groaned throwing an arm over her head in an effort to dull the blaring noise from her phone. Two weeks had passed since her move back home, since meeting Rick and her argument with Ezekiel. After that Sunday he kept his promised and called her the next day. Michonne eyed the phone warily as Ezekiel's number flashed across the screen. She wasn't ready to speak to him. After his words she needed time, and if they were to speak again it would also be on her terms.

Drowsily she stretched over her bed, the cold sheets sliding against her bare skin. She scowled at her phone wishing it could be Sunday again. She tapped the alarm on her phone off, mentally preparing herself for another workday. She remembered her first day, after nearly tripping on a loose wooden panel at the entrance she met one of her co-workers that saved her life. Needless to say, Andrea was her angel that appeared in a time of need. Andrea had very loose lips unless her case file said classified she would let every grimy detail of someone's personal life spill from her mouth. She meant well despite her tendency to spill well-brewed tea.

Andrea showed her around the office, she also introduced her to the staff. Their boss Philip or as everyone would call him 'the governor'. She wasn't exactly sure why they gave him that name, but Andrea assured her in due time she'd know. She found that Tyrese worked in the security department and the other staff was always out to the courts, doing paperwork or relaxing at the entertainment center. Yes, there was an actual entertainment room, decked out with a flat screen tv, gaming consoles and a winery area. Apparently, the founder of Jim and Anderson's law firm believed a hostile environment would never accomplish anything. His words were proven true seeing as the firm was the best in the State.

Regardless of an entertainment room and free wine, she was still tackling lingering cases she'd been given upon arrival. Without having meeting her Philip decided to put her on cases. Little yet painfully boring cases. Those that involved unnecessarily long paperwork. She huffed at the prospect of receiving another case that involved documenting events which rivaled a novel.

She pushed herself off the bed, her body already missing the gray comforter. Grabbing her phone she dialed a number then maneuvered around her room to start her day. It rang five times before Rick answered. His gruff voice laced with sleep invaded her ears spreading a warm tingle down her spine. She bit her lip on a smile.

"I'm up. I'm getting up." He answered.

She smiled pushing open the bathroom door. She filled the tub with warm water deciding she had enough time for a soak before heading to work. Rick, since getting together they've been talking non-stop. They spoke as if they were best friends that were secretly pining for each other in the past. He was her boyfriend, although the title didn't seem to suite him. After only really knowing him for two weeks she could feel herself slipping deeper, wanting more, to be with him constantly. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him. She winced as an ache started to form in her chest.

"Well good morning to you too." She told him as she slipped into the bath.

"I really do miss you."

"Rick I was with you last night."

"No Carl held you up last night. It was a Michonne and Carl night. Every time you come over it's a Carl and Michonne night.'' She laughed softly. She could already see a little pout trying to form on his lips. "I miss dropping you to work too."

"You had an entire week to adjust, I don't know how you survive without my ass as a seat warmer for your hat. You always have an open invitation to come over here instead."

"Careful, I might just take you up on that. You have any problems with the car?'" He asked, she could hear him riffling around his room. It didn't take long for Rick to get the car fix, in fact, it was fixed the same day the car went to Daryl's.

"No, it's running fine. And thank you again for getting it fixed."

"Don't thank me. You got any plans for Saturday." Oh god. She groaned remembering her mother's call.

"Mum is having dinner. Sort of a welcome back thing. It slipped my mind." She also let the little fact that she had a boyfriend slip her mind during the conversation with her mother as well. Well shit.

"Do you want me to come or…" his words drifted somehow sensing her neglecting to mention him to her mother.

"It'll be easier for you to be there, killing two birds with one stone. That'll save me from her badgering."

"I know. I haven't got around to telling Maggie. But I have an inkling she already knows." She slipped deeper into her bath, the water streaming over the side of the tub onto the tiled floor. She sighed in relief feeling the hot water seep through her skin seemingly to her bones. She heard him pause. "I'm not distracting you or anything am I? I heard something spill."

She froze, her eyes darted to the water on the floor. "I'm just in the bath. Shit, I still don't have a mop."

"Let me get this straight, you have work in forty minutes but you're in the bath. When I knock on your door I expect you to answer." His tone low and serious.

She laughed rolling her eyes. "Okay Rick, don't you have to drop Carl off?" She said not taking his earlier comment seriously. Despite the tension between them their physical relationship never ventured beyond heated make-out sessions along with the not so subtle ass grabs.

"I know what you're trying to do." He spoke softly, she was able to hear him shut a door. "Besides he caught the shuttle."

"Aw how very adult of him." She said now knowing damn well after she heard that door close he was being serious.

"Michonne." He warned. "As much as I love that you're invested in the growth of my son. I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that you're still in that tub."

"Hmmm, don't you have to go to work, Rick." She said lifting her lazy bones from her bath. She reached for a towel careful not to let her phone drop.

"That's a common problem Michonne. If I'm being honest, I'm having a problem thinking straight. So do us a favor and open the door for me, baby." Her heart stuttered when the line went dead. She was still wet from her soak along with the water already on the floor her wet feet tracked through the house. She paused in front of her door taking a deep breath before grabbing the handle and turning it.

A straight face Rick was unveiled. She was beginning to suspect that he only owned black and white shirts. He stood clutching a black gym bag looking at her towel-clad body expectantly. "I don't have to ask you to come inside Rick." She made a gesture for him to enter. Her skin felt heated, closing the door behind him without uttering a word a walked pass her over to her couch where he dropped his bag.

Michonne stared at him, her eyebrow rose in confusion. "Rick?" She questioned his peculiar behavior. He sat down relaxing in his seat. Throwing his arms over the chair he observed her. His eyes roaming up and down her body leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She swallowed, the air around them suddenly becoming tense despite their distance. Despite his sexiness, she was beginning to get slightly irritated. "You just came in here, made me get out my bath to open the door, only to spread your legs on my couch." He shrugged.

He closed his eyes trying to get his head together. It didn't help that all the blood in his body seemed to be rushing south. "Michonne." He ruffed out in a low drawl. His voice rolled over her, she never thought a man could make her wet with just his voice. His eyes became hooded before continuing. "Come here."

Her feet moved on their own accord, her body calling the shots and apparently it wanted what Rick wanted. But this couldn't happen, they both had to get to work and she knew what's left of their time wouldn't do them any good. Her steps faltered yet she found herself standing between his open legs. Damn, she had so it bad she speed walked to him without her mind registering it. Shaking her head she stared at him. "Rick I like you, I really do but I like my job. And I'm sure you like your job too."

"I like you more." He reached for the back of her legs pulling her closer, he leaned his head against her stomach. His actions only brought her back to the realization that she was naked. Well except for the towel that held her entire faith.

"I'm serious." She fought the urge to run her fingers through his thick black curls. She pushed back from him deciding to throw on clothing for her own sake, and his. She headed to her room, Rick followed behind her. Once inside the room, she heard him shut the door. Her heart started beating faster, her body filled with awareness that wasn't their earlier. She had this man in her bedroom. It wasn't like the first time.

"Michonne." He said from behind her. Her back still faced him. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her flush against him. He nipped the tip of her ear lightly. "We're not doing anything, I just need my Michonne fill." He whispered his drawl more prominent.

Michonne didn't know whether to be disappointed or laugh at herself for assuming there would 'more'. Everything felt natural between them, though they've only been together for two weeks their pace felt normal. And it had nothing to do with rushing into something neither was their relationship some sort of aspirin for Ezekiel's rejection. With Rick, it was different. It scared her. After such a short time he already had the ability to destroy her without even knowing. Rick was a gentleman, she loved that but the devil on her shoulder kept telling she wanted Rick to be dirty. Really dirty. She clenched her thighs in an effort to chase away a heavy ache.

She spun around to face him. A small smile tugging at her mouth. She leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his bottom lip before pulling back. "Happy?" She asked hoping he'd let up before she'd give way to the temptation that was Rick Grimes. He stared at her through hooded lids, his eyes traveled down to her thick lips before licking his own slowly. They traveled down to the towel that was still between them by faith alone. He looked back at her face his hands still at her waist.

"Let me eat you out." Huh? Did I just hear that right? Did Rick Grimes just get dirty with me? Maybe I'm so pent up I imagined him saying an entire sentence. Maggie said those damn erotic novels would catch up. I just need to make sure. Michonne kept a small smile on her face although her demeanor read surprised. She decided the best way to approach this was to just ask him.

"Huh?" Sadly it was all her muddled brain could manage.

Rick chuckled wrapping his arms around her inching them closer to the bed. "I'm sorry if that was too blunt for you baby. But…I just want to pleasure you. The thought of you naked beneath this towel is fucking with my head." Michonne felt her legs tremble, she let herself fall against the bed. Her towel coming loose wasn't planned but hey if it was god's will so be it. Her breathing turned ragged as heat shot to her core. She could feel a gush of wetness sliding down her thigh. She felt vulnerable yet sexy careful to keep her thighs clenched together.

His gaze turned dark, his eyes scanned over her body hungrily before he hovered over her body. "Beautiful." He muttered before delving his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her deeply before pulling back littering kisses around her jaw. "If you want to stop say it and I'll stop. Okay, baby?" He asked her. She nodded waiting for his lips that didn't come back.

With a scowl, she opened her eyes. "I want more kisses." He cocked an eyebrow at her demand. "Tell me you understand."

"I understand." She muttered pulling his face closer. She was drowning in him. He kissed her careful as he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth soothing them with the sweep of his tongue soon after. He moved his lips over the nape of her neck, trailing kissed between her breasts. Her breathing hitched, her heart beating faster as his hand moved to cup one of her globes. She groaned, feeling his hand massage her. Her legs fell open shamelessly. She watched as his head moved toward her nipples, he settled between her legs. She braced her hand against his shoulders as his mouth enveloped her nipple sucking it.

"Rick." She gasped, he lapped at her nipple. Her hips ground against him in search of relief. His other hand continued its massage of her breast. Michonne sighed feeling herself slip into a small haze of pleasure. She groaned rocking her hips against his leg. Her clit rubbed against his jeans. She paused realizing he still had clothes on.

"Rick?" She tapped his shoulder. Though he seemed quite content on lapping at her breast, she wanted him naked. He brushed her hand away when the bed seemed to start vibrating. He stopped. Michonne glared at him.

"Is that your phone?" he asked from between her breast, his mouth still hovering over her nipples. She shook her head, Phone? I don't have a phone at the moment. She just wanted him to continue and of course, she wanted him naked. Work be damned! Shit, she had to go to work.

"Shit!" Michonne exclaimed quietly throwing her hand over her face. As good as it felt she wasn't sure blowing her very new job off for 'fun times' with Rick was a good idea. She sighed heavily tugging on his shoulders, bringing his lips closer. She tasted him. Giving him a small peck before she pulled back and glanced at those blue eyes. Bad idea. He stared at her, seemingly reading the words that didn't want to pass her lips.

"You have to get to work, I know." He gave her a small smile before pulling away from her. "We both have a job to get to." He told her grabbing his phone, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" She asked before securing the towel around her body. He shook his head scowling at his phone. "I don't know yet but it seems urgent. Usually, urgent thangs don't happen out here. Can I change here?" He asked her walking towards the door.

"No problem." Rick was right. Despite her leaving for so long, they'd never had any urgent or violent crimes. The most violent thing she'd remember someone being arrested for was a hit and run. Almost everyone knew each other along with knowing each other's business. She was actually surprised Maggie didn't tell Glenn. Knowing Glenn, he'd discreetly mention it to another person and by the end of the day, the entire town would know. She hoped it was nothing major, things could've gotten worse during her absence.

Running her hands through her locs deciding to leave it down she proceeded to rifle through her closet finding her planned outfit. A beige knee length dress that molded against her. After hearing a small thump she turned around to see Rick, still dressed in the clothes he invaded her space with. She raised her eyebrow wondering why he wasn't changing. "You're changing in here?" She asked when she noticed him sliding off his boots sitting at the edge of the bed. His black duffle bag was unzipped beside him, he shrugged.

"Yeah," he paused to look at her. "Unless that's a problem." Was that a problem? She guessed it couldn't hurt, disregarding the fact that she also had to change. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. "It's not a problem, I'm just going to get ready." It was a good idea, well it was the normal thing to do. Sitting beside him she grabbed the lotion from her nightstand and rubbed its scented contents over her arms. She looked beside her to see him taking his socks off. Damn, he had nice feet, not that she had a fetish for it but everything about him captivated her. His eyes, his personality they were enticing. His lips, his chest. His chest? Taken aback she stared as he pulled his shirt over his head. His curls still messy from her earlier abuse. She felt herself gawking but she couldn't bring herself to care. She knew it, the moment she first laid her hand on that chest, she knew it was heaven. She sighed quite content with just staring. Maybe she should call in sick. He smirked.

"We both have a job to get to." He reminded her. He always seemed to know what she was thinking. But he was right, she needed to be ready for work. In a bold move, she dropped her towel before heading to her draw to pull on and underwear. She then grabbed a bra securing its straps around the front before adjusting them. The room went mute, she could feel his gaze on her.

"You play dirty Michonne." He mentioned taking his pants off. I play dirty? She asked herself. She was sure it was never meant to go far when he came over. Well, obviously she was lying to herself. Her mind was muddled the sight that was Rick Grimes in just his underwear was a one to behold. She watched as he quickly slipped on his uniform throwing his old clothes in her laundry basket. She raised her brow at his forwardness. "So you think I'm just going to wash that?" He shrugged running her hand through his hair as he threw on his hat.

There is a job that needs us, there is a job that needs us. She repeated this mantra while taking in the appearance of Sheriff "all mines" Grimes. He carried himself well, she gave a small nod of approval. She quickly pulled on her dress and slipped into her heels decided to abandon her job as devil's advocate teasing Rick.

"Sure you don't want me to drop you?" He inquired.

Shaking her head, she walked to the front door, her heels echoed off her wooden floor. She needed some space away from him. Her mood told her if she went with him they'd give her coworkers a gossip worthy scene. With how fast news traveled neither of them wanted that. He closed the door behind them and followed her to her parked car.

"Stay safe okay? I'll talk to you when I can." They stopped before her car. Looking up at him she still felt happy. Genuinely jubilant. It would've never been this way with Morgan. She frowned recalling the time she spent with him. Initially, she wanted nothing to do with him, however after his constant advances as well as her rejection from Ezekiel she figured she'd throw caution with the wind. He was a gentleman, always ensure she was safe, taken care of. He wanted to know how she was and importantly he listened, at least for the first two weeks of being together. But to be frank, after telling him of her desire to remain a virgin until marriage he became distant. Even after agreeing to wait for her he'd constantly belittle her. Saying that he could've found willing pussy elsewhere, undoubtedly she took his word for it but she never left him. Maybe it was the thought of losing him, the possibility of never finding someone else to replace him. Then she decided no matter how uncomfortable it may have been for her she'd try for him. Her insecurities were her worst enemy then, even years after it still lingered.

Rick tilted his head. Her face probably resembled a murder's. "You okay?" He asked with evident concern. Nodding hastily she rest her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his taut waist. She couldn't deny she made mistakes. But she was sure of one thing. She glanced at his blue eyes and tipped her head back. She smiled softly before her lips met his.

I love you.

"For the last time Maggie, I did not tell him and I won't tell him. It's still too early." She sighed deeply, Maggie currently breathing deeply over the line clearly frustrated with the progression of their relationship. "Besides Rick isn't going to pick up a ring and drop on one knee the minute I tell him."

"You love Rick. And yet the first person you tell isn't Rick but his sister! I'm sure by now you've realized that Rick isn't a bullshitter." She knew damn well Maggie was onto something. "If you feel that way, tell him. I've never seen Rick like this, not with Lori or Jessie." Jessie? She brushed it off, seeing as she didn't tell him about Morgan. She needed to, no, wanted him about what happened.

"We talked about us before we even started. Taking things slow but it's so fast." Sitting in office she stared at the wall, the land phone lying carelessly between her ear and her shoulder. For the time being, she was free of work until Philip decides to assign her to more cases. She noticed Andrea lingering near the door sipping her coffee. It seemed that she needed a refill of that coffee every ten minutes. Either she kept spilling her coffee on the trip to her office or she was eavesdropping. Michonne knew it was the later. She rolled her eyes. "Besides its only natural, I tell you before I tell him. You're my best friend Maggie."

"I know, but you know I'm right. If I ever see or hear that my brother was by a jewelry store you'll be a married woman and I won't even warn you."

Twisting her chair she laughed softly. The thought of being Rick's wife anyone's wife was a bit nerve wrecking. "Do you know about any crimes that happened earlier? Rick said something about there being an urgent situation the station had to deal with."

"I did hear about them finding a man, he seemed out of it, but they said he was waving a knife around at one of the local restaurants. Last I heard everything went smoothly." She didn't realize she held her breathe until Maggie was finished. She spotted Andrea lurking around her door again. I bet that cup doesn't even have coffee.

"That's good to hear. I'll call you later okay." She hung up the phone and crossed her arm gazing at Andrea. She had the audacity to look around as if she wasn't snooping. "You know if you wanted to talk you could've just came in."

Andrea hurriedly rushed inside the office shutting the door quietly. "Good because this is about the last part of your conversation. I'll ask about your love life later but this one is a bit more urgent." Of course she heard her entire conversation with Maggie. "I got wind of something deep that went down this morning, I haven't told anyone about this but I trust you Michonne." She didn't know how to respond to that. "I trust that you'll let me break the news first." Of course. "Any way, some folks patrolling the creeks stumbled onto some dead bodies. Three to be specific, all of them were part of a local bike gang. Those loud obnoxious snobs! As I was saying, they found them with their hand tied behind their backs, feet bound together with a symbol carved into their backs." Uh? Things like that never happened around here.

"So the man waving a knife at a restaurant was fabricated?" She didn't understand, if that story was under the burner then Maggie didn't really know what was going on.

"Oh, no. That's Harold, he's on hard drugs and always acts weird. This time he had a knife. I guess they figured since everyone was focused on that it would give them time figure it out. Not that they need to do that. The same thing happened before but no one ever talked about it."

She was impressed, if her story was true she wondered how she got a hold on that information. "How do you know all this?" She questioned, intrigued on the quite towns mystery.

"Oh I have a guy. He knows stuff, a very reliable source." Andrea smacked her lips after sipping some of her coffee. It seemed she had more left after all. "Like I said, this is under the grass. Last time they caught some sort of killer for hire. He wasn't a local. They let him go, it's like déjà vu. Smells like someone is smuggling drugs again."

"What was the man's name?" This story just seemed to get more mysterious. She was a sucker for a good mystery. Why would they let him go if he was a hit man? I find that odd."

"In this small town people with power are above the law. I'm sure he had some sort of reliable power sort here. They hid this so damn good, this happened before you went to school in Europe. They did release the guy's name. It was Alfred Grimes."