Michonne woke the next day to an empty house but she could smell the sweet aroma of coffee brewing. She made her way to the kitchen to see the warm pot of coffee and a note beside it with a key on top.

I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful and sexy sleeping in my bed. I had to get Carl to school and I have an early day. I brought your bag in and made you a lunch. It's in the fridge. Use the key to up. Have a good day. Rick

She smiled at the way he took care of her. She made some toast to eat with her coffee and then went to take a shower. She took her time in the shower allowing the warm water to relax her muscles and prepare her mind for the day ahead. Ricks shower was a bit larger than hers and had a bench seat so she sat and shaved her legs with his razor and sniffed his soap. It smelled good, but without him it didn't smell as good.

She made her way back into the bedroom to her bag. The clothes she wore yesterday were folded on top of her overnight bag which Rick had placed in his leather chair by his bed. She dressed and did her hair. She made the bed before she grabbed her lunch and was out the door.

"Rick, climbing trees has never been one of my strong suits. As a matter of fact, I might be a tad bit afraid of heights."

"That's too bad Shane. Just go to your happy place and get those cameras set up. We only have 48 hours to have them checked out of the station."

"And what if we don't see anything on the cameras?"

"Then I guess you'll get your stakeout."

"Hey Michonne, how's it going?"

"Hey Maggie. It's going good, no complaints. Trying to get all this stuff together for court tomorrow. Got 5 cases. I'll be across the street all day tomorrow. Hopefully yoga tonight will relax me enough to get through it. I guess that could be a complaint" Michonne said chuckling.

"Will see. I think Rosita's in love now so she might start taking it easy on us."

"In love? Who's the lucky guy?"

"I forgot you skipped out early on New Year's Eve. She showed up on the arm of some big red haired guy. He's loud, but funny as hell. A paramedic in town."

"Go ahead and answer your phone. I have to get this paperwork over to Deanna. I'll see you after work."

"See you later Maggie. Michonne Anthony"

"Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"Did you sleep alright?"

"So good, I didn't hear you and Carl this morning. Y'all must have been tiptoeing around the house."

"Naw, you were just knocked out. I've been known to have that effect on women. I even kissed you on your forehead and tapped you on the butt. You didn't stir."

"Remember what I said about you being cocky?"

"Just honest"

"Well you did put it down. Like always. Thanks for the lunch too. I'm about to eat it." She said as she opened the lunch bag and started peering at its contents.

"No problem. I have to feed you to keep your strength up. Right?"

Michonne rolled her eyes at his use of the same words she said to him.

"Did Carl say anything about me staying over? I know he noticed my car in the driveway."

"He was fine with it. Said it's cool."

"I'll return your key later, I couldn't find a place to hide it on your porch. I'm going to yoga tonight so it might be tomorrow."

"Keep it. It's yours."

"Really, a key to your house?"

"Why not? I don't want you ringing the doorbell whenever you come over. Look I gotta go. Enjoy your lunch and call me when you get home tonight."

"Okay. Bye" Michonne whispered into the phone after Rick hung up. She was shocked that he gave her a key and when she looked at everything he packed in

her lunch, she was overcome with emotion when she saw the Big Kat bar on the bottom.

Two days later the 48 hours of camera footage didn't produce any tangible evidence. The video showed a group of people hanging out on the property, but their faces were too distorted in the black and white images to make out any likenesses. The most important information that was discovered was the number of people in the group and the time of their arrival and departure from the property.

"Well alright, stakeout here we come. I'm in charge of snacks." Shane said excitedly.

"It's not really a stakeout Shane, we're just going to wait by the entrance gate for them to come out. There's only one way in and out so they'll be easy to catch."

"So chips jerky and sodas, great Friday night fun."

"If you say so. Hopefully it won't last long. I've got better thangs I'd rather be doing that sitting around in the dark with you eating snacks and trying to catch a bunch of idiots."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well let's get our stuff together then."

"Okay. Let me call Michonne. Carl and I were supposed to go over to her place tonight."

"Michonne Anthony"

"Hey Michonne, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to cancel tonight. Shane and I have to go out to Mr. Duncan's property and catch the people who have been trespassing."

"Rick, you don't have to apologize for doing your job. I understand. What are you going to do with Carl while you're out?"

"I'll talk to Morgan, so if he can hang out with Duane."

"How about you drop him off at my office after you pick him up from school and I can take him home with me. I'd rather have him by himself than neither of you."

"You sure?"

"I don't mind at all. We can catch up and you can go catch the bad guys."

"Okay then. We'll see you in a bit."

A few hours later and Rick was dropping Carl off at Michonne's office. He was all too eager and excited to be spending some time in an actual lawyers office.

"Thank you for doing this. I should be done sometime after midnight. Maybe 1."

"It's no problem, right Carl. We'll eat loaded nachos and watch movies. I have an extra bed for him to sleep in. We're good. Do your thing."

"Alright. I'll call you when I'm on my way. Carl, you be good."

"Here, just let yourself in. I'll be in the bed when you get there." She handed him a key and kissed him. "You be good out there."

"Man you telling me that high school Rick, would have had a chance with Michonne? Not a chance. Do you remember what you looked like in high school? All scrawny and quiet and shit. You were lucky to get Lori. I think she felt sorry for you."

"She might have, but I think Michonne would have liked nice guy high school Rick. She likes nice guy grown man Rick. We could take a poll around town about how the girls felt about you in high school."

"Nice guy? She hasn't talked to Spencer lately. He wouldn't call you anything close to nice. I think he's still traumatized about the Montana's. Tommy Montana is hung like a horse, but you have to lift his belly to see it."

"Shane, don't put those images in my head. I remember my first time out there. I couldn't find anywhere to look. They were having a party and no one had clothes on. Mr. Harris our old gym teacher was there. I went home and watched about 10 hours of cartons to try to get that sight out of my head."

"That's ruff man. He was a hairy ass dude. How much longer we gotta be out here?"

"I thought you were all excited about having a stakeout."

"I was, but I ate all the snacks and now I'm bored."

"The video has them leaving in about 15 minutes. We'll just cut them off whenthey try to get out the gate. They got nowhere to go. The bus is just down the hill, we'll need it to get all these knuckleheads to the station"

"Good job Grimes, Walsh. Get all them booked and fingerprinted. Looks like one is really young. His parents will need to come pick him up. The rest are old enough to stay till the morning."

"Ya'll understand you were trespassing on private property, right?

"What does it matter? We weren't hurting nobody."

"What's your name kid?"

"Dwight. Why?"

"Why the kid, little brother; babysitting or something? "

"No, just some kid that likes to sneak out and hang out with us."

"Hey kid why are you hanging out with all these older kids?"

"They're my friends. Why do you care?"

"Because you're 10 years old. Do your parents even know you're out running the streets?"

"They don't care, probably don't even know I'm gone."

"What's your name kid?"

"Ron Anderson"

"Says here you live at…. shit. You're Pete's son?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Patterson, take him back to interrogation room 3. Call his parents so they can come pick him up."

"You know that kid?" Shane asked Rick

"They live next door to Michonne. His dad is the asshole that we found drunk on her porch one night."

"Shit. Kids got a rough life. His parents might not even know he's gone."

"It's 12:30 in the morning. What good parent doesn't know where their 10 year old is at this time?

"Grimes, I've called the Anderson's three times, no ones picking up. You want me to move him to a cell?"

"No, thanks Patterson. I'll go by the house."

Rick had been pounding on the door of the Anderson's house for 10 minutes before the porch light came on and a sleepy and disheveled Jessie opened the door.

"Rick? I'm sorry Deputy Grimes." She amended as she noticed his uniform. "What are you doing here?"

"Jessie, who the hell is it?" Pete staggered up behind Jessie to see who was at the door. "Well if it isn't our favorite sheriffs deputy. What can we do for you Grimes?"

"I'm here about your boy. Have you seen him lately?"

"Ron? Yeah he went to bed hours ago." Jessie said

"Sorry deputy looks like there was no reason for you to come by. We know where our kid is, do you know where yours is?" Pete said snidely

"You sure about that cause we got him down at the station for trespassing. Ya'll need to go pick him up."

"Jessie go check Ron's room, he's sleeping. There's gotta be some mistake."

Jessie retreated quickly to Ron's room hoping to see him sleeping, but when she opened the door she was met with an empty bed and Ron nowhere in sight.

"Pete! He's not there, he's not in the bed."

"Ya'll go pick him up from the station. Keep a better eye on your kid in the future."

Before he had walked next door to Michonne's house he heard Jessie yelling at Pete to stay with Sam since he was too drunk to go get Ron. As Rick placed the key in the lock to get in the house she heard her tires screeching as she sped off towards the station. He quietly entered the dark house and took off his boots at the door as he locked the door behind him. He made his way to the guest bedroom and opened the door slightly to see Carl sleeping peacefully in the bed surrounded by comic books. He closed the door silently and then made his way towards Michonne. He hadn't been wrapped up in her arms for a few nights and it was torturing him. He wanted to bury his face into her neck and fall asleep to her soft breathing. He opened her bedroom door and started to peel away his clothes as he made his way over to the bed. Clad in only his boxers, he climbed into the bed wrapping his arms around Michonne's waist. He kissed her shoulder and pulled her tighter into him. He deeply inhaled her scent as she moaned at his tight embrace.

"I'm glad you're here. Did everything go okay?"

"We rounded them all up. Bunch of kids. You're nice and warm. I didn't mean to wake you."

"I'm glad things went well. I missed you." She grabbed his hand and brought it up to her lips and kissed his palm.

"You and Carl have fun?"

"We did. Nachos and movies was a blast. That's all I can tell you though since you're not in the club."

"The club huh? How do you get in this club of ya'll's?" He asked sleepily

"We'll can talk about it later. You need to sleep. Goodnight Rick."

Michonne fell back to sleep not to long after to the sound of Rick breathing into her hair and his body pressed into her back as his arm was still wrapped around her.

The morning came all too soon for Rick who opened his eyes to the sun shining through the curtains of Michonne's bedroom. He took a deep breath and rolled out of bed making his way to the bathroom. After a shower he put on some jeans and a t-shirt and made his way to the kitchen where he saw Michonne and Carl in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey dad. Michonne is teaching me how to make cinnamon rolls from scratch."

"Oh yeah? Is that what that smell is?"

"Good morning." Michonne said as she handed Rick a cup of coffee and kissed him on the lips. "They won't be ready for 20 more minutes, but I can make you

some eggs or something in the mean time."

"I'm alright. This coffee will do for now. Thank you." He said as he lifted the cup to her. "So Carl, Michonne was telling me about some club you two started. How do I get in?"

Carl looked at Michonne who winked at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"Funny dad. It's a comic book club and you're just not cool enough."

Rick clutched his chest feigning hurt.

"Sorry Rick, only cool kids allowed." Michonne said with a smirk.

"I'm gonna go read more of my comic while the cinnamon rolls are cooking. Call me when they're done." Carl said as he left them alone in the kitchen.

"We picked up Pete and Jessie's kid last night."

"He was one of the trespassers? How old is he?"

"10. They had no idea he was even out of the house."

"Wow. That's awful. That whole family needs help."

"Enough about that. How do I get in one your clubs?" Rick asked in his deep sexy voice that he knew Michonne couldn't resist. He held her by the waist before resting his hand on her ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Well there's the Multiple O club, you can join. We meet tonight. You can try out and see if you have what it takes."

"Oh, I got what it takes. I'll be president before the nights over."