Chapter Eight: What Now
"This was a mistake," Michonne whispered.
The arguing coming from outside was loud enough to where the people inside could decipher what was being said. Michonne sat on a bench by the door with Christie, avoiding the curious eyes of strangers who knew she was the cause of the fight. She covered her mouth with her shirt, smelling Rick's cologne on her. Michonne missed his touch already and yet wanted to run back to Atlanta.
"An awkward mistake actually," Christie added.
Michonne pulled out her phone and noticed another missed call from Mike. A lump in the back of her throat swelled up, she didn't think of herself as a cheater, but she was crossing a line.
"We should leave," Michonne put away her phone and stood up. "An hour hadn't pass since we've been here and I'm breaking up a marriage."
She made eye contact with the clerk—that wouldn't provide the detective's name—the woman averted her eyes elsewhere. The police station was beginning to feel stuffy as more employees lingered around, stealing glances at her.
"Stop." Christie put her hand up, "that," she said pointing outside, "is not your fault and you're forgetting about Merle Dixon?"
Michonne hadn't forgotten, but her motivation to win was waning. She sighed, "You should make friends with one of the officers here. We need that guy's info." There were only three of them and none were giving off friendly vibes. A door opened in the back and out walked a tall dark haired man, he had a muscular build and stood out from the rest.
"I'll make friends with that one," Christie said, her eyes locked on the same guy. He stalked towards them only giving them an onceover and glared at the door.
Michonne frowned, seeing the agitation on his face. "Maybe you shouldn't…"
Christie stepped out in front of him and dropped her purse. Lipstick, phone, wallet and other contents spilled out and some rolled toward the man's feet. Christie bent over to pick up her mess. Michonne watched as the man's face went from irritation to curiosity while he gazed at her ass.
"Let me help ya," he had a strong southern twang, bending down to help Christie.
"Thank you."
"Never seen you around here."
"That's because I'm not from here," Christie smiled and he smiled back. With her things back in her purse, they stood up.
"Wait, you dropped this as well," he bent down again to pick up a card. Christie looked over at Michonne, her grin widening. "Christie Chamberlain," he said reading the card.
She held out her hand, "My friends call me 'CC'."
She is such a liar, Michonne thought.
The man licked his lips and chuckled, "Shane. Shane Walsh."
LORI!
Rick's voice boomed from outside. Michonne's eyebrows furrowed as her and Christie shared a worrying glance at each other. Putting space between herself and Rick's very angry wife was the top priority now.
No longer having his attention held by Christie, Shane's expression grew dark and he unceremoniously handed Christie her card and walked out the door.
"I think I might have to pretend I don't know you," Christie said rolling her eyes at the door.
"Jesus. You can't even look me in the eye and tell me the truth," Lori rolled up the sleeves of her flannel shirt. When Rick did look up, her eyes were red and hard.
"If you would let me speak," he pleaded.
There were people on the opposite side of the street stopping to watch the scene.
"Now you want to speak?" She snorted, her face flushed, Lori moved her sweaty hair from out of the way and wiped the tears from her eyes. Rick reached out to her for the umpteenth time only for her to pull away again.
Rick's jaw clenched, "I told you the other day that I was living in a world where you were dead and—"
"No. No," she interrupted. "I want the truth. Not a story."
"The truth?" Rick released a heavy sigh, Lori didn't want to hear the truth, so he thought reasoning with her would work. "Have you ever seen Michonne in town before? Better yet please enlightened me on how I would've found the time to cheat on you Lori?"
"You're always working 'late' and the fact that I've never seen this woman before doesn't mean you didn't cheat. I should be thankful that you didn't sleep with someone I know?"
"Shane can back me up," Rick counter quickly and just as quickly having regret for bringing him up.
"The same Shane you punched because you thought he was sleeping with me. Yeah I would love to see him cover for you after you treated both of us," she scoffed.
From the corner of his eye Rick saw Shane approaching, he glanced at Lori who was looking the other way from both of them, chewing on her thumbnail.
"Lori and I are going home," Rick declared before Shane could even open his mouth.
"I'm going home," she corrected Rick, pointing a finger at herself and then to Rick, "you, don't come home."
"Lori," Shane interjected. Rick curbed his urge to tell Shane to stay out of it. "This is Rick, we're talking about. I'm the dog, not him. He would never hurt you like that."
Shane was able to do what Rick couldn't by giving Lori a comforting touch on the shoulder that she didn't flinch from. She stopped chewing her nail, folded her arms, and she nodded slowly while glaring daggers into Rick.
"Shane still defending his best friend even though you treat him like shit," Lori spat.
"Hey, hey," Shane stood in between them and held Lori by the shoulder. Irritation seeped through Rick, but Michonne's voice caught his attention. Jerking his head in that direction he saw Michonne walking out the station. It was disjointing to see her not have her katana securely on her back and looking out for potential threats. Michonne's head was down and she was making quick long strides away from him. He looked at Shane comforting Lori, this is for the best, he thought.
"Michonne," he called out to her, but she didn't stop. So he opened his mouth to call out to her again when a woman behind her turned around to face him.
"Hey," she harshly whispered to him. "Stupid move leaving wifey behind to chase after another woman." Rick narrowed his eyes toward the girl who looked amused, she didn't wait for him to speak back before shoving paper in his shirt pocket. She looked up at him, peering at him in a way that made him uncomfortable. "I don't get it," she said sighing and then walked away to Michonne waiting by the car. Michonne's back was still to him, but by the other woman's animated expression it appeared they were having a colorful argument.
Rick wanted to force Michonne to talk to him, but he felt eyes digging into his back. Leaving now would only incur more wrath from Lori, get your shit together Rick.
Michonne closed her laptop and sat back in the chair, twirling her engagement ring around her finger again. Her conversation with Mike felt more like she was on the witness stand. He wanted to know where she was, how she was doing, how long she'll be gone, who she spoke to, etcetera. She sensed that Mike knew she wasn't giving him the complete story and that whatever she was hiding was affecting their relationship. Michonne pouted as she thought that it could just be her guilty conscience calling out to her.
A soft knock could be heard on her motel room's door, standing up Michonne rolled her neck, loosening the tense muscles. She checked her watch, it'd been only ten or so minutes since Christie had left to buy food.
"Michonne? It's me."
Michonne stopped, her mouth opened agape, it wasn't Christie at the door. Commanding her brain to move, she took one step, then another, and another until she reached the door. She peered through the peep hole and saw Rick standing outside. He was looking at the ground, his hands in his pockets. He seemed well-rested, his face was fuller and younger, and she noticed that his arms while toned, lost some of the muscle he had built up from years of surviving a harsh world. Rick was still handsome as ever though, his appearance making her stomach quivered with nerves.
Michonne placed her hand on the knob and was about to open the door when the sparkling glint of her engagement ring caught her eye and made her stop. Her jaw tighten, only moments ago she told Mike she loved him and here she was getting excited to see Rick again.
"Give me a minute," she called out to him. She turned and walked to the nightstand by her bed. Opening it, the drawer only contained a Holy Bible and several unopened condom packets. Disgusted, Michonne used the bible to push the condoms to the back of the drawer. She then took another look at her ring, she should feel proud to wear such a beautiful item that she personally picked out when she found our she was pregnant with Andre, but when she looked at her ring, her face grew warm and the guilt began to creep its way to her heart. Michonne took off her ring and placed it in the drawer, closing it with a hard shove.
Michonne went back to the door, opening it she took a deep breath.
"Hi," he said, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
"Hi," she grinned widely.
Michonne opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in, she couldn't stop herself from grinning when he lightly touched her hand. Closing the door behind him, she took another deep breath and let it out.
"Michonne."
"Yes Rick?" She turned to him and nearly bumped heads, he reached out and grasped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. Rick's eyes hadn't changed, they still held the memory of what had happened to them and that made Michonne grateful that after a week of being lost, she finally had someone who knew what she was going through.
"I missed you," he whispered, lifting Michonne's face to his and leaning in closer to her. He captured her voluptuous lips into his mouth while Michonne held onto his forearms. She kissed him back hesitantly, reacquainting herself with the taste of him. Their kissed deepen as one of Rick's hands moved from Michonne's face and traveled down to her waist and the other clung to the back of her head, forcing her body closer to his.
There was fire in both their bellies that was growing stronger, a hunger to reunite in more intimate ways, but Michonne's need for answers grew as well until it forced her to move back from Rick, breaking the kiss.
"How?" She asked, taking a moment to catch her breath she sat on the bed, her lips tingled from the friction. "How did we get here? I don't understand what happened."
Rick shook his head, he didn't have any answers. He too wondered the same thing since Monday morning.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Monday, I woke up thinking I was still in Alexandria. That I was still in bed with you," he frowned, biting his lower lip.
"I woke up in the middle of a courtroom," Michonne crossed her arms and sat down on the bed. "That whole day was just…"
"A mindfuck," Rick said. "You are the only person I can remember."
"Same. And Carl. I remember Carl."
Rick sat down beside her and held her hand, "your hands are super soft," he rubbed his thumb up and down the middle of her palm.
Michonne smiled, "What are you trying to say?"
"No, no. I don't mean anything by it."
"I haven't spent two years handling a sword all day." Rick nodded, "You know, I thought finding you would be an end to the confusion, but I'm even more confused," Michonne confessed. "This afternoon, I thought it would be like the movies. We see each other again and the world goes back to how it was."
"Either it's a lot more to it than a simple hug or we're suffering from some kind of psychosis."
"Do you think we're the only ones?" Rick gazed at her as she gently bit her lip.
"Maybe. I see faces with no names or I remember names, but can't put a face to them."
Michonne nodded, "the other day, I think I recognized someone from before."
"Did you talk to them?" Rick inquired.
"No, he was on tv. Tyreese? Tyreese… something."
"What do you remember about him?"
"I gave him advice to not be stupid. I don't remember much else." Michonne paused and sighed, "What do we do now?"
"Move on and hope that what we're experiencing was a shared dream."
Michonne lowered her head, there was still a heaviness in her heart that something was still wrong.
"You think what happened wasn't real?" Rick asked.
Michonne rubbed her wounded hand which served as a reminder that yesterday she believed the nightmarish dreams to be all too real. "I hope it wasn't. All the pain and the people we thought we lost. I don't remember everything, but what I do remember, I really hope it wasn't real," she got up and search through her purse for the Vicodin. Michonne struggle with the pill bottle again until Rick took it out of her hand.
"I cut my hand with glass," she knew Rick wanted to ask. He kneeled down and handed her two tablets which she promptly swallowed. She watched him investigate her hand, gently moving it around and touching the bandaged cut.
The similarity of Rick's gentle care and Mike's that morning made her chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Michonne felt Rick's hair, his loose curls were now tight due to his haircut. Rick needed to know about Mike, but for now Michonne wanted to enjoy this moment.
His attentiveness to her hand brought forth another memory of her nursing a gunshot wound when they first met.
Rick felt a light slap across his head, he looked up alarm and confused as to what he could have done to warrant the slap. Michonne didn't look upset.
"What was that for?"
"Do you remember when we first met?"
"No," he lied.
"You were a dick, Rick."
"Well you forgave me, did you not?" He asked cheekily.
"That was then. This is now."
Rick made steady eye contact with her, he watch as her expression soften and her pupils enlarged. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers.
Rick smiled, "What can I do to make it up to you?"
Michonne laid her hand over heart and released an appreciative sigh. This night would be perfect if we didn't have baggage to deal with.
"What?"
"I ruined your marriage," she exasperated, blowing raspberries, and putting her head in her hands.
"No, you didn't ruin anything," he pulled her up into a hug. "Lori and I were done a long time ago," Rick surprised himself with how easy that was to say.
"You're lying."
"About?"
"About it having nothing to do with me," Michonne moved so that she can look Rick in the eye, "Rick—"
"You're not the problem," he playfully growled. "You're my future."
It's your turn to be truthful, she thought. If she told Rick about Mike, maybe it'll make him more hesitant to move on from his wife so quickly.
"We need to figure some things out first."
Rick only nodded, letting her go and sitting on the bed. He felt a buzzing against his thigh, lifting up his leg, he pulled out a cell phone, the screen blink brightly and it displayed the picture of the woman who gave him her number.
"Your friend," Rick held out the phone to Michonne.
Rick laid back, half-listening to Michonne's conversation and contemplating whether he should go home for the night. He hadn't seen Carl since the lake incident. Carl, Rick wondered how Carl would take him and Lori breaking up. Would he be understanding or angry and how will he take Rick moving on with Michonne?
"Rick?"
He opened his eyes to see Michonne standing over him, she tossed her phone on the bed beside him.
"My friend, Christie will be here in a few."
"You want me to leave," he asked sitting up.
"No, you don't have to if you don't want. She has her own room next door," she grinned "but I came here to work."
"Are you saying finding me was just dumb luck?" He asked pouting.
"Hmm," Michonne put her finger to her lips and looked to be in deep thought, "yeah it was dumb luck." She laid on the bed and Rick laid back down next to her.
Michonne studied the paint cracks on the ceiling and the dust bunnies covering the upper walls.
"Am I the icing on the cake?" He asked.
Michonne laughed and looked over at him, he too was staring up at the ceiling, she watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed and licked his lips. She wanted to kiss him again, but kissing would only lead to going down a path she wasn't ready to take or sure she could take.
"Yes. On one of those diet cakes being falsely advertised as delicious."
"Why are you really here then?"
"My client is on trial for a murder and I believe there is a lead here to the real killer."
"Ed Peletier's murder?
"Mmhmm, I just need reasonable doubt to at least hang the jury."
"I can help. I know the detective on the case, he'll help you."
"Thank you."
Rick propped himself on his side and grabbed Michonne by her waist, pulling her into another kiss. She held onto the back of his head as their tongues wrestle each other for dominance. Rick grunted, not caring that his lungs were on fire. He moved on top of her, his growing erection pressing into her stomach. The sexual desire she so desperately wanted to conjure up that morning with Mike was spilling out of her in this moment. And just as quickly as things began to heat up between them, Rick broke the kiss. Breathing heavily, he got off of her and laid back down.
"I should go," he wanted to stay, there were so much they needed to discuss. Michonne nodded her head, stretched her hands upward and got up.
Walking to the door, Rick opened it and stopped in the doorway. Michonne wasn't ready for him to go, she didn't want to wake up the next morning and have this whole day be another dream. "Tomorrow?" she asked.
"Around 10, I'll pick you up?"
Michonne gave Rick a small smile that he returned. He reached up and caress her cheek and then cupped her chin bringing her eyes to meet his.
She's real and more beautiful than ever.
"See you then," she said. Rick gave her one last kiss before getting back to his car, leaving Michonne hopeful that their baggage could work itself out.
The sun that Saturday afternoon was unbearable. There wasn't much shade where they were standing, Michonne swatted at the back of her neck, hoping it wasn't another mosquito that was bothering her. Rick knocked on the door of Morgan's home for the second time and then a third, each knock becoming more forceful. Michonne observed his irritation, she smile in amusement remembering when he had to help inept Alexandrians prepare themselves against walkers. His short temper hasn't been forgotten. Rick was about to knock for the fourth time when the door opened and stood before him was Morgan.
"You lied to me!" Rick snarled. Alarmed, Michonne grabbed his arm before he could further approach the other man.
"I'm sorry, give us a minute," she told him. Michonne escorted Rick away from the door, but couldn't help but look back. There was a familiarity she felt when she laid eyes on Morgan. "What was that?" she asked Rick.
Rick rubbed his temples and shook his head. "He told me you died," he said quietly. "I asked him to find you and he told me you had died in a car accident."
Michonne swallowed hard, he tried looking for me while I tried to forget. "Look at me, why would he lie? I don't know him, so why would he need to lie, it was a mistake." She took ahold of Rick's hands and gave it a squeeze. "We're back in a world where you can't get away with using your fists over your words."
"You're right," he resigned. "You're always right."
"That much is true," she smirked feeling relived to see Rick relax. Walking back to Morgan, Michonne noticed the man looking at them curiously which only made her more conscious of the fact that her and Rick were holding hands.
"Morgan, this is Michonne. She ended up finding me, imagine that," Rick said, the sarcasm dripping.
Morgan warily gazed at Rick and nodded. Rick watched Morgan closely, he wanted to know if Morgan was surprise that he was caught or surprise that he was wrong.
"Hi," Morgan smiled at Michonne, "come in.
"Where's Jenny?" Rick asked. Morgan closed the door behind them and pointed them to the living area. Michonne looked around the newly moved in space that had yet to be fully furnished and decorated. This is nice digs for a small town detective.
"Her and my boy are out shopping. Imma be a poor man by the time they're done," he said laughing.
Michonne smiled, but Rick still looked pissed. They sat down on the single sofa that was in the room, while Morgan disappeared to the next one. Michonne opened up her briefcase and placed the files she had about Sherry and Dwight murders on the little coffee table. Rick leaned over and picked up one of the folders, flipping through the papers he let out a big sigh.
"The photos are intense," Michonne stated, she could tell Rick was thinking the same thing as his eyes scanned over each page.
"No wonder you came down here, the way this person was found is how I saw Ed's corpse."
Michonne leaned back and rested her head on Rick's shoulder, her eyes glazed over not wanting to see the gruesome photos a second time.
"Do these murders seem familiar to you?" She wanted to know if Rick was having the same reaction she had the other night. Would those photos transport him back to being in the middle of a dark road, helpless while one of their own is being beaten to death?
"When I saw Ed's body lying on the floor, I got that déjà vu feeling. Are you thinking that whoever committed these murders, we knew them?"
"I hope not."
"We're all out of sweet tea," Morgan spoke from behind them, making Rick jump a little. Morgan carried a chair with him and sat it on the opposite side of Rick and Michonne. "I can get ya'll some water or coffee."
"That's all right," Michonne declined. "Thank you."
"Do you still have the obituary?" Michonne looked back and forth between Rick and Morgan, she should have known Rick wasn't going to drop it. Morgan looked confused at first, but then his eyes lit up.
"I threw it away." Rick coughed and shifted in his seat, "by accident of course," Morgan added. "Rick, this beautiful woman sitting beside you was not the same one on the obituary I found. Two different women, I apologize for the mistake, should have done more research."
There was a brief moment of silence while everyone in the room decided who would speak next. Michonne looked over to Rick who seemed agitated, she felt immense sympathy for the emotional rollercoaster that Rick had been on this week.
"How about we start over," Michonne scooted forward and held out her hand. "My name is Michonne Cassel, I'm a defense attorney in Atlanta." Morgan took her hand and shook it firmly. She gave him her business card from out of her briefcase, he looked over it briefly and nodded.
"An attorney?"
"I'm currently in the middle of a murder trial. My client is accused of murdering these two individuals," she said placing two photos of Sherry and Dwight on the table in front of Morgan. "I don't believe he's guilty based on a number of reasons, but a murder that is very similar to the murders of Dwight and Sherry occurred in your town is damning evidence that could get the entire case dismissed."
"The investigation just begun, how can you be so sure?"
"The details of this murder is getting out, it's going to be in the AJC Monday morning."
"How?" Morgan's voice rose a notch and Rick was taken aback that his town was about to be known all over Georgia.
"Our source working there was the one to tell us about the crime."
"Well there's not much that can be written."
"True, but people might panic knowing a killer is making his rounds across Georgia?
Morgan shook his head, "I'm sorry Ms. Cassel. I don't believe we have a serial killer. The two crimes are almost a year apart," he said, "Actually, this murder trial could have inspired a copycat situation. "
"Look at these photos," Michonne grabbed the photos Rick had and placed them on the table. Morgan bent over to get a closer look, she watch him grimaced seeing Dwight's headless body. "Rick already told me what you see in the photos is what was seen yesterday." Michonne rolled her eyes as Morgan flipped through the pictures, she didn't understand why he was being difficult.
"The evidence from Michonne's trial can help you catch this guy. You're one step closer to finding your man and she can set an innocent man free. Win-win," Rick added.
Morgan sat back in his seat and stared off in the distance. Michonne and Rick shared a quick glance at each other.
"Imma need time to think about this, giving an out of town lawyer evidence of my case can jeopardize the future trial of the real killer."
Michonne excitedly rubbed her hands together, "whatever evidence you give me will be brought forth to the judge. I'll try to keep it out of the press."
"Like I said, I'll have to think about it. Give me a couple of hours and I'll call you Rick." Rick nodded and helped Michonne gather her papers. Morgan stood up and waited by the door. Rick watch Michonne hum to herself, she looked elated.
"He didn't say yes, yet," he whispered, gently bumping her.
"But, he will!" Michonne kissed Rick quickly and closed her briefcase. She walked up to Morgan and held out her hand. Morgan gave it a firm shake.
"I hope to see you again," she said.
"Likewise."
Morgan left his hand out for Rick to shake as well, but Rick didn't really care for the pleasantries. He looked to make sure Michonne was out of earshot and stared down Morgan.
"We need to talk," he said.
"Rick, I—"
"Later, we'll talk later," Rick left to join Michonne outside. He didn't buy that Morgan was mistaken about Michonne, if anything Rick had a gut feeling Morgan knew exactly what happened to them.
"Hey now!" Rick shielded his plate from Michonne's fork as she tried to steal another piece of okra. Michonne sat back dejected, "you said you didn't want the okra because you doubt we knew how to cook it right." Michonne rolled her eyes and then grinned. They were having a late lunch at King County's Eatery, after leaving Morgan's house, Rick drove Michonne all around, showing her his favorite spots around town until she begged for them to get something to eat.
"One more, please," she pleaded.
"No."
"We're not friends anymore," she laughed. Her phone vibrated, she looked to see that Christie sent her a text.
Not coming. I'm okay, see ya later.
Michonne frowned, she didn't know what Christie was up to this whole day. She had assume the other woman would be holed up at the motel, bored out of her mind and begging Michonne to cut the trip short.
"Good thing we didn't wait for her, she's not coming?"
"You're ok?" Rick asked.
"I'm good. I'll be even better if you let me have your okra," Michonne grinned. Rick shrugged and handed Michonne his bowl of okra which she excitedly accepted. He sat back and watched as she covered the okra with hot sauce and gleefully ate them one by one.
He looked over to his side and saw June staring at him. He gave her a wave, but she didn't return it. June shook her head, threw her dirty towel over her shoulder and went back into the kitchen. Rick frowned as his eyes darted to the picture of him, Lori, and Carl on the wall.
Shit.
By now, people he knew would've heard of the public fight he and Lori had. Rick only hoped that Carl was still in the dark. He looked back to Michonne and met her eyes.
"I think that lady doesn't appreciate me taking your food," Michonne joked.
"I should have known better than to bring you here, Mich—."
"I'm not your dirty secret, Rick. It's okay, the food here is so damn good. And anyway, the stares won't bother me for much longer, as soon as Morgan gives me the information I need, Christie and I are heading home."
Rick eyes widen, sitting straight up, he leaned across the table and grabbed Michonne's hand. "Wait, no, you just got here."
Michonne shook her head and swallowed, "I know, but my trial resumes Tuesday. I have to prepare and I have other responsibilities." Michonne thought of Andre, she wanted to see her baby again as soon as possible.
"One more day? You still haven't seen Carl and I want to show you more thangs around town. Please?"
Michonne averted her eyes away from him, she felt herself tearing up at his passionate plea. She did want to see Carl again, she missed the little boy that became her son.
"One more day," she said making Rick grinned. "But, then I head back to Atlanta."
"I'll come with you to Atlanta."
"No!" Michonne exclaimed, Rick coming to Atlanta with her was the last thing she wanted right now, but her expression soften when she saw the hurt on Rick's face. "It won't be just you. I know you Rick, you're going to want to take Carl with you and I don't think Lori is going to let that happen," she said softly.
"I won't bring Carl with me. Michonne, I'm not asking to move in with you, just a couple of days where it's just you and me," Rick didn't understand where Michonne's sudden reluctance was coming from. Her reaction to his proposal wasn't what he expected in his head.
"It won't just be you and me," Michonne sighed. She couldn't withhold certain details about her life in Atlanta from Rick; he deserved to know.
"What do you mean?"
Michonne looked up from her okra which didn't seem so delicious anymore. There was concern written all over Rick's face, she didn't want to let him down.
"My son is still alive," she was tired of crying, but her feelings couldn't stop more tears from falling down her face.
"Andre? That's great… right?" Rick tried to think as to why Michonne's baby still being alive and well would keep him from coming to Atlanta with her. Michonne used a napkin to dab at her face.
"Mike is too."
Rick remained silent, he sat back and braced himself for whatever Michonne was about to tell him because he knew he wasn't going to like it.
"I'm engaged, Rick. Mike proposed to me and I said yes."
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