Summary: Speculative piece on how Deanna chose both Rick and Michonne to be her constables.
Deanna escorted Aaron into her office and closed the door. "I've interviewed all of them. Interesting group. Good work, Aaron."
Aaron gave a smile. "Took some time, but, I knew they'd be good for this. For us."
Deanna smiled back. "I think so. But, I need you to tell me something...when you were alone with them, what was the dynamic? What was the dynamic when you were following them?"
Aaron frowned, unsure how to verbalize it. "Well, Rick is the clear leader, through and through. He made almost all of the calls."
"Almost?" she asked, curious.
He took a deep breath. "For a moment Deanna, I was terrified. It wasn't going how I planned by any stretch of the imagination. Rick knocked me out and took me hostage. He didn't believe my story about Alexandria, or anything. Wasn't even going to see if my story was true."
"Story about what?" Deanna asked.
"Eric and I had to leave the trailer and the car at a block in the road. There was a huge storm, and a tree fell. But, Michonne stepped up and demanded they go and see."
Deanna's eyebrows rose. "Michonne? Really?" Deanna paced a bit, hands behind her back. "Actually, yes. She has a lot of conviction and passion, doesn't she?"
"Thankfully, yes. If I had to guess, I'd say she was co-leading the group with Rick. Earlier, when I was following them, Sasha broke rank, and Michonne was the one to reprimand her. Not anything extreme, just...yeah, co-leaders. Though Rick is the head roost in charge, Michonne is there to cover him. From what I could see," he hastily added. "Even when I showed up, they silently conferred with each other as to what they thought of me. Thank god Michonne saw things differently."
"Huh," Deanna said with a smirk. "They have their own government-checks and balances." Deanna headed to her desk, picking up her notebook and began furiously writing.
"What are you thinking?" Aaron asked.
"Rick and Michonne? I won't break up that dynamic. They're going to continue working together. As constables," she said, turning to him with a self-satisfied smile. "They know about law and order, and control their people. They should have no problem controlling the waywards here, keeping a handle on things. Yes, I think that will work out just fine..."