A/N: Thank you guys so much for the kind reviews. I was going to wait til tomorrow to write the next chapter, but I was so inspired by you all that I had to carve out some time to do it tonight. This chapter is, however, going to be pretty short in comparison to the last few. But, I hope you enjoy!

Michonne sat in the back of the truck, staring at Judiths face. Her shoulders heaved with hurt and her eyes were all out of tears to cry. Vincent had told Stephanie that she mumbled the name Judith before she broke down in tears. Stephanie remembered the child they had lost, and had pulled him away. She told the rest of the troop to step back and give Michonne a minute alone with her. That had been at least an hour before.

Judith snapped her young gums at Michonne hungrily, reaching out for her and making small gurgling sounds. Michonne could tell that she had turned just recently. Her body had yet to begin the decomposition process, and aside from the pale white of her skin, and the opaque blankness in her eyes, she was still just…Judith.

Michonne remembered the day she was kidnapped. Maggie and Carol were supposed to be watching her while the rest of them had gone on a run. According to the two of them, a group of survivors had come from the woods and over powered them, taking their entire supply of food, and Judith. They had both been knocked unconscious during the struggle, and were awoken hours later by the rest of the group. They had covered their tracks expertly, which had made it nearly impossible for Daryl or any one else to track them.

Michonne had spent a lot of time with Rick afterward, trying to keep his spirits up and keep him from allowing himself to enter the dark place he did after Lori's death. It wasn't easy. But he had pulled through, even though he still wouldn't talk to anyone about it.

Now, she had to go back to the Unit, and tell Rick that she had found his daughter, and that she was one of them. Stephanie knocked on the side of the van before opening the door and stepping inside. It was like a furnace in there, but it didn't bother Michonne, who sat staring at the toddler from the other side of the empty transport vehicle. Stephanie sat next to her slowly.

"I've arranged for your team to ride with others, so that you can take Judith back to the Unit for treatment." Michonne looked over at her slowly. "You can keep her tied up, strap her in the front seat of the truck, and be there within the hour. She can begin treatment immediately."

Stephanie wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. They had never come upon an infected person who had essentially meant so much to someone she knew. Even if she only just met Michonne and her people, she was their President, and she felt she owed them at the very least her compassion and understanding. If it had been Ian, she had no idea how she would've handled the situation.

"Thank you," Michonne whispered.

"I've heard her mentioned before, but no one has said how you lost her," Stephanie prodded gently as she looked at the struggling baby girl.

"She was kidnapped around three months ago. Just taken."

"I'm so sorry," Stephanie responded gently.

"We searched for her for over a month, and we couldn't find her. We looked," she said as a fresh batch of sobs escaped her throat. Stephanie put her arm around her shoulder and Michonne turned into the embrace. Michonne hadn't cried since the night she found out that Judith had gone missing. She had gotten so attached to that little girl. She used to tell her bed time stories, had taught her nursery rhymes. She watched her grow from an infant to a beautiful, walking, talking little angel. And now, she had to see her as a monster, too, and it just about ripped her insides out.

"Shhh…," Stephanie coaxed softly. "It's going to be okay. Dr. Vasquez is the best living doctor and scientist in the entire world. She's going to handle this. We have the cure remember?," Michonne pulled back.

"Do you really think it will work?," she asked in between sniffles, kind of embarrassed about her emotional breakdown, but not really caring either way. This shit was tough. Anyone with a heart would be effected by it. Stephanie was, which was why they stopped for the toddler in the first place.

"I really, really do. We've had some success infected are coming back to life entirely. We're evaluating them now, but between you and I, there's 3 completely cured individuals that are being released into the Unit on Saturday after the press conference with S.P Johnson. She's going to be fine. Look at her," Stephanie said standing and walking closer to the baby. "She was clearly bit in the leg, but it doesn't appear as if there's any other injuries that would've caused her death. As long as we're just fighting the infection itself, there's no reason that in a months time, Judith won't the same little girl she was three months ago."

Michonne nodded and walked toward Judith, dropping the bag back over her head with a heavy heart. She was going to bring her back to the Unit, immediately, and hopefully, it would all turn out as Stephanie said. Sometimes you just have to have hope.

Michonne pulled up to the Unit almost exactly an hour later. Stephanie had written a note that she was to take directly to Manuela Vasquez on level B in the treatment center. She said that Manuela would take very good care of Judith, and Michonne had no choice but to believe her. It took her at least ten minutes to get through security clearance before she was let into the building. They questioned her about the child she held, and she showed them the letter, which brought about a lot of whispering and stares as she walked through the lobby and toward the elevators.

Luckily for her, Manuela was on her way out as she stepped off the elevator and saw what Michonne was carrying. "Is that a…" Manuela asked, pointing to baby with a bag over its head, moaning and gurgling and reaching for the voices it heard.

"Yes. We found her on our way to get supplies. Stephanie sent me back with her immediately, said you could fix her," she handed Manuela the note and Manuela frowned as she read it.

"You knew her? Is she yours?," she asked sympathetically.

"No. She's my friend's daughter. Rick Grimes. He's upstairs, I think." Manuela picked up the phone on the wall, calling to the soldiers on the outside.

"I need you to fetch me a Rick Grimes, please," she said before hanging up the phone. "Come with me," she said quickly as she almost ran down the hallway toward the treatment center, Michonne close at her heels.

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A/N: Okay. So at least you know Rick's not in any trouble and he was brought down to level B because Michonne came back with the baby. But what you don't know is how he's going to react to the news. Gonna be a doozy, people. PLEASE review and recommend/ The more views, follows and reviews I receive, the more I want to sit here with a keyboard under my fingers and make you all happy.

ALSO: Sorry about the short chapter. But it's time for bed now. More tomorrow..I hope.