Michonne let out an aggravated sigh as she shifted in the back of the police cruiser.

"Sorry, it's not a little more comfortable for you." The officer spoke with an amused tone. She had been moving for the last ten minutes, trying to get into a good position but the new models of these cars made the seat as uncomfortable as possible. "Just hol' tight. We're almost there."

She didn't reply as she stared out of the window and watched the city pass by in a blur as tears started making their way down her brown cheeks. Everything she had worked so hard for was gone in the blink of an eye. Her anger had consumed her and now she had to face the consequences. Sure it was stupid but the look on Mike's face when he saw his brand new Audi completely ruined brought a different type of satisfaction to her life.

"He said he doesn't want to press charges." The dark-haired, brown eyed officer spoke again, staring at her in his rearview mirror. "He just wanted you off of his property." His tone softened a little once he noticed she was silently sobbing in his backseat. "I just have to finish the report at the station then you're free to go. You can call someone to pick you up once we get there."

Michonne was too busy throwing a pity party for herself to even pay attention. She just wanted to get this over with. It had been a long day. Tomorrow would be a fresh and new start, literally. It would be her first day as a single woman in the last five years. It would also be the first day of her not having control over her life. She was sure once word got back to her boss she would no longer be employed at one of the most prestigious law firms in downtown Atlanta.

At the age of twenty six she was already on her way to junior partner and according to her ten year plan she would be a senior partner by the time she was thirty two. But of course the man she planned on marrying was about to ruin that as much as he ruined her confidence.

Looking back she could pinpoint exactly when things began to fall apart with Mike. The signs were there and being the realist that she is, she tried to call off the relationship only to have her boyfriend propose at her law school graduation party. She was pissed and he knew she was. Michonne was private and hated being the center of attention. He prayed she wouldn't turn him down in front of her entire family. Being the class act she was, Michonne accepted the ring with a tight smile and even tighter embrace.

"Are you sure we can make this work?"

"Michonne, I'll love you forever. We're good together and you know that. Plus," he leaned down and kissed her heart shaped lips. "We'll make beautiful chocolate babies."

That was enough to push all of the doubts out of her mind. Mike knew she wanted to have a family, so he pulled that card out of his stack happy that she actually fell for it.

That was over a year ago and she felt even more like a fool for agreeing to that bullshit proposal. It was lazy, last minute, and very manipulative but she still accepted and hoped for the best because above everything she was in love with him.

The cold rush of the November breeze knocked Michonne out of her stroll down memory lane and brought her back to the present. The officer patiently waited for her to emerge out of the car.

His eyes discreetly trailed her figure. The Nike leggings hugged her toned legs while the hoodie hid her upper body as he signaled for her to turn around. She did as he asked and sighed as he unlocked the cuffs and placed them back on his belt, leading her through the door of the station.

It was late. Only a few were on duty at this particular precinct. It was one of the smaller ones and Michonne prayed she didn't see an officer that she knew. It was a good thing Mike lived on the outskirts of the city in Cobb County. She hated the thirty minute drive any other time but now she was glad she didn't have to face one of the many policemen she saw on a regular.

"There's a phone over there. Call someone to pick you up while I finish the paperwork." the officer spoke as he sat behind a desk in the back of the station. Her eyes surveyed the space before she obliged. There were about five people scattered throughout. She figured the rest were probably making rounds or responding to calls like the one pertaining to her breakdown.

Letting out a deep breath, she phoned her best friend. Rosita answered on the fourth ring with sleep evident in her tone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ro. I need you to come pick me up."

"Michonne?" Her friend asked, speaking clearer and more alert. "Whose phone are you using? Where are you?"

"I'm at precinct 4 in Cobb County."

"I'm on my way. Tell me once I get there."

"Okay. See you soon." Michonne placed the phone back on its receiver and smiled. The girls had been best friends since their freshman year at Spelman. They had seen each other at their best and their worst. This was definitely a new low point but she knew Rosita would be there for her without a second thought.

"Ms. Anthony," The officer, whose last name was Walsh according to his badge called out, flashing his charming smile as she approached him and another dark haired man. "Did you reach someone?"

"I did." This was the first time he heard her speak in the last twenty minutes. After he finally calmed her down at Mike's place and got her into the back of the car, she hadn't mumbled a single word. "My best friend is on her way."

The other dark haired man placed his phone inside his back pocket before he finally turned around and matched a face to the crazy story his best friend and partner, Shane had just relayed to him. When his eyes landed on her, Rick had to admit he didn't expect her to look the way she did. He wasn't sure what he expected but he did not think he would be staring into the prettiest brown orbs.

He slowly took in her features loving the way they complimented each other. She was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen in his life. His eyes traveled from her doe eyes covered by thick eyelashes, to her wide nose down to her pouted, full lips.

Out of instinct Michonne's tongue darted out and wet them as she noticed the new officer's gaze taking in her face, stopping at her mouth. Tilting her head, she smirked, knowingly and returned the favor. He wasn't as tall as she normally liked but he was still attractive. He was average size with the bluest eyes and light stubble that surround his full, pink lips. When he looked up she felt her body heat up a little. He wasn't just attractive, he was sexy. But for some reason she didn't think he actually knew how good he looked but she was willing to tell him as she screamed out his name.

Grimes. She quickly read his badge and locked the name away. Once shit settled in her life she would love to let him blow her back out a few times. She wasn't even into white men but this one had her ready to take a chance.

"Hi. I'm Michonne."

Rick arched his brow as he repeated the name over in his head. "I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you, Michonne."

A small smirk played on her lips before she averted the intense stare. She loved the way her name sounded coming off of his tongue. "Wish it was under better circumstances."

Shane sat back in his seat, stunned that she was flirting after destroying her ex's car. He was even more shocked that his recently divorced best friend was entertaining it.

"Is that right?" Rick sat on the edge of his partner's desk, facing her.

"Michonne!" Rosita yelled from the front.

When she heard her friend's spanish mix along with the loud talking, she flashed an apologetic smile at the officers. "Sorry. She's a hothead."

"She's not the only one." Shane commented, motioning for her to follow him as he headed to the front of the office. Michonne decided to ignore him and waved at Rick as she headed out of the room adding an extra sway to her hips as she departed.