Author's Note: I read four issues last night of The Walking Dead. Martinez really disappointed me. So, it's time he redeem himself.

Lucy walked back to her cell, which she seemed to now be sharing with Merle. They hadn't spoken much to each other since he had upset her. He was sitting up in bed, reading a book. She ignored his presence, and began strapping her knives to her forearms. "What are you doing?" Merle asked.

"Daryl's missing. Rick and I are going to find him."

He put the book down and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, "I'm coming too."

"No," she shook her head.

"What do you mean no?"

"You still need to rest."

"I'm fine!"

Lucy shook her head, "You're still injured; you need your rest." Over the last few days he had been moving around some, but too much strain would cause him pain.

"You're not going to keep me from going."

"Hershel!" Lucy called for the old man, hoping he could talk some sense into Merle.

Hershel came hobbling into the room on his crutches, "What is it Lucy?" he looked at her, then Merle.

"Tell him he can't go, he has to stay here."

Hershel nodded, "I agree with her. You're moving around, which is good, but if something were to happen out there…if you put too much strain on it…" Hershel shook his head.

Merle sat frowning, defeated. Hershel sighed, and left the room. Lucy continued with her weaponry. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Merle didn't say anything.

She turned and looked at him. They just stared at each other. She stepped forward, and he looked down. She cupped his face in her hands and tilted his head back, "You can be mad if you want, but it won't do you any good." She sighed, "I'll bring him back, I promise."

Merle's turned his head, pulling away from her touch.

She gritted her teeth and turned, walking out of the cell.

"Stay safe," he said as she walked through the doorway, his voice was low enough that he was certain she hadn't heard him and that if she did, she didn't know what he had said.

"Are you ready?" she asked Rick.

He nodded. He said a goodbye to Carl and they went outside. Michonne handled the gates as they drove through.

"Where do you think he is?" Rick asked, as they drove.

"Woodbury, obviously." She stared at the road; her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly making her knuckles turn white. "Where else would the Governor take him?"

"You really think that's what happened?" he glanced at her.

"What other explanation is there?"

They started to pull up to the gates, "What are you doing?" Rick asked, he had thought they'd be sneaking in, like before.

"What does it look like?"

Martinez stood at look out, and aimed the gun at the car.

She turned off the engine and stepped out, her hands by her head to show she wasn't there for trouble, "We don't want a fight," she said.

"The people here have gone through enough. What do you want?"

"I want to talk to the Governor."

Martinez shook his head, "He's not here."

She raised an eyebrow, "Really? One of our men has been kidnapped, and I'm supposed to believe that?"

Martinez shrugged, "Believe what you want, but nobody has seen the Governor since…"

She nodded, understanding.

"We thought y'all had killed him."

She shook her head, "He wasn't among them."

Martinez nodded as well. He looked around, "Come here."

She cautiously walked forward so that she was closer to the gates. He knelt down, "There's a warehouse a few miles away from here," he whispered. "You may want to check it out."

"Thanks."

Martinez shrugged, "Don't mention it. You know, we have good people here. People who don't want this fighting, we just want a place to call home. A place where we can be safe, you know?"

Lucy nodded, "That's all we want." She turned and walked back to the car.

She opened the door and was about to get in when he shouted, "Hey!"

She looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"Be careful."

She smiled, "You too."

She could see the warehouse a few blocks away, looming above the overgrown grass. Lucy pulled over, "What are you doing?" Rick asked.

"If he's in there with Daryl, I don't want him to know we're here. I don't want him hearing us. I'd like to have the element of surprise."

Rick nodded in understanding, and they got out of the car.

They walked the rest of the way to the warehouse and found the truck sitting there. "Maybe Martinez isn't so bad after all," she whispered.

Rick shrugged, not sure how he felt about the man. They carefully pushed the door open and slipped inside, careful not to draw any attention to themselves. They made their way through, "Maybe we should split up," Rick whispered.

Lucy nodded, and headed upstairs. She drew an arrow from her quiver and knocked it to the bow, just in case. She carefully pushed a door open, peeking inside, empty.

Downstairs, Rick wasn't having the same luck. He opened a door, and a walker looked at him. It started for him, and Rick lunged forward with his axe, bringing it down on the walker's head. It fell with a thud Rick hoped no one could hear.

Lucy headed back downstairs; she didn't have any luck upstairs. When she caught up to him, "Rick," she whispered. He turned, "Any luck?"

He shook his head.

They made their way around some crates, and seen another walker. Lucy took aim, and let go, the arrow flew through and hit the walker between his eyes. It fell back, dead; unfortunately, it also knocked down boxes as it did. Lucy and Rick both winced at the noise.

Daryl looked up, "Damn biters," the Governor said, grabbing a shovel. "They're always getting in here."

Daryl watched as he left the room.

The Governor watched the two. Lucy opened a door and stepped inside. He smiled; he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He slipped up quietly behind Rick, and hit him on the back of the head with the shovel, knocking him unconscious.

Lucy turned, and jumped back, surprised to see him standing there, the shovel propped against his shoulder, instead of Rick. Before she could react, he punched her, knocking her out.

Lucy moaned, her head hurt. She opened her eyes and blinked. She was bound to the chair, her wrists were tied down, and her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. She looked up to see Daryl across from her, bound in the same manner. "Daryl!" she shouted.

She heard the Governor's whistling. "Good, you're awake," he said, entering the room with a smile on his face.