The sound of a helicopter drew a few of the Alexandrian residents out of their houses. But many were now getting used to a helicopter landing within the stronghold and either ignored it or went about their business.

Maggie was one of those people. She stood in her home with Darryl, who was insistent that something was 'off' about Dexter and that she needed to leave him. Maggie sighed. She could not tell Darryl that she knew something was off about him, and that that was what had drawn her to him.

"We don't need any trouble, okay? We have plenty of it now. Darryl, this is a chance to get Negan the hell out of here."

"How do you figure that? He's got a tighter hold on Michonne and the kids than ever. She isn't even looking Rick's way."

"That's because Rick isn't acting like the Rick she knew. And when he did know her, he wasn't in love with her. That isn't our concern right now. We need Rick out of that cell. And we need to rally behind him."

"Maggie, he doesn't want to stay here." Darryl said, closing the small distance between them. "And right now, I'm not thinking about Rick or Negan. Your husband threw in with Negan and now Carol is dead."

"Morgan did that. Morgan from another universe." Maggie said and put her arms around him. "We need to deal with this portal business. We can't have Rick taking Judith and RJ someplace else. I helped deliver Judith. That's not happening."

"I don't want that either." Darryl said, pulling Maggie tightly into his embrace. "But we need to start thinking smart. We have two threats in this community: Negan and Dexter."

"Darryl, what do you want me to do? Seriously, he's my husband…"

"I say we take him someplace out of the way and get rid of him. Harrison would be better off." Darryl advised. Maggie was about to answer that Harrison probably wouldn't feel the same way, when something, instinctively, made her pull away from Darryl and look out of the window. Michonne had gotten off the helicopter with a gun pointed to the back of a blonde woman's head. Negan then got out, along with the kids.

Then the helicopter took off.

"Darryl, that helicopter…did Eugene go and pick up Michonne and Negan?"

"Naw. Eugene is here, trying to make bullets in his lab." he noted as he just realized what Maggie realized. Someone else had returned Michonne, Negan, Judith, RJ and a new prisoner, to their stronghold. Maggie's eyes went from the scene, to Dexter and Deb, who stared at the blonde woman with familiarity.

"I'd better get out there." Maggie said.

Meanwhile, Rita was taken to the jails and thrown into the cell next to Rick. Negan had taken the kids back home and Deb stayed with him. Dexter, however, joined Michonne and eyed Rita.

"What happened?" Dexter asked calmly.

"She's staying here with Rick." Michonne said and then nodded to him to join her some distance away. Dexter moved with her.

"She came here alone?" Dexter asked.

"No. Your counterpart came here. Judith shot him. He's dead. Apparently he showed an inappropriate interest in my daughter." Michonne told him matter-of-factly. She peered into Dexter's eyes and saw pure horror behind them. It caused Michonne to feel a flash of pity for him.

"Look, there is no telling what my counterpart is capable of either. Killer Morgan flew us back here and didn't seem to give two damns about rescuing your late wife here. If you want to stay and get answers, be my guest, but I'm going home. I'll be back in the morning." she told him. She started to walk out when Rick called out to her.

"What's going on? Why is she here?" Rick asked. Killer Rita rolled her eyes!

"Your daughter killed Dexter for no reason! When I get out of here, she's dead, you know that Rick, right? She's dead!"

"Your dead if you lay a hand on my daughter." Rick said calmly. "And I'm assuming Dexter was up to his old tricks?"

Great, Dexter thought. I'm a pervert and a killer in this other universe!

"Shut up, both of you." Michonne said calmly. "I'll have dinner sent in and then we plan to get some answers out of both of you, tomorrow."

"Michonne, I am not her. I wouldn't let anything happen to our children, you have to believe that." Rick told her.

Michonne lifted a brow.

"Now they're 'our' children? Well that's good to know, Rick. Goodnight." she said and left the cells. Rick stared after her, his jaw set. Dexter stayed behind and walked up to Rita's cell.

"You don't look especially sad about 'my' being gone?" he asked, eyeing her. Rita tossed some hair.

"I'm heartbroken." she replied in a flirtatious manner, just as Maggie opened up the door and entered the room. Instantly, she felt the chemistry between Dexter and the blonde woman, whom she had been told was Rita Morgan's counterpart. Maggie slammed the door, hoping to break things up, but neither Dexter, nor Rita, broke eye contact. Rick noticed the look on Maggie's face and cleared his throat!

"Maggie, this has gone on long enough. You know me. Let me out of here so I can begin again around here."

Dexter tore his gaze off of Rita and looked at Rick.

"Now you want to stay in Alexandria? Why? Michonne not looking your way anymore?"

"Dexter," Maggie said in a quiet tone, "can I talk to you outside?"

Rita correctly surmised who this woman was to her 'husband from another universe'.

"Don't tell me that you're with her?" Rita snorted.

"He is." Maggie said coldly.

"Do you know how a killer is properly fucked, honey? Clearly, you don't."

"And clearly all you think about is fucking, which is why you let someone get the jump on you and put you in here. Dexter, outside, please?" Maggie requested and opened the door to leave. Dexter backed away from the cells and followed Maggie outside. They walked up the steps, where Maggie stopped and faced him.

"We need to clear the air about Darryl."

"No we don't." was Dexter's response. "You were insistent on coming back here for him. This whole time."

"No. Darryl and I were friends. But things just changed after Glenn was killed and then Rick…"

"Please. I've heard it all before about Glenn and Rick. And I'm not mad. But I won't be made a fool of around here. You need to openly live with Darryl. It's not like we were married by anyone legitimate with paperwork and all of that. I'll find another house for Harrison and myself to stay in."

"And Rita?" Maggie asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. "How stupid do you think I am? Your dead wife's counterpart is here and suddenly you don't mind Darryl and me?"

"Maggie, I NEVER minded. I just hope that Harrison and Hershel can stay close."

Maggie said nothing more as Dexter walked away towards Michonne's house. Maggie ran a hand through her hair. She turned and walked back down the steps and into the jail block. Rita and Rick both eyed her. Rita actually grinned at her, while Rick gave her more of a questioning look.

"Darryl and I are going to free you both." Maggie said. "Rick, you're going to fly yourselves out of here on that helicopter, go back to your universe and never come back here. I'm sorry, but nothing about any of this is going work. And I have to consider Michonne's feelings."

"You'd let Negan stay and run things? After what he did to Glenn?" Rick asked, knowing damned well this was all about Rita.

"Who is Negan?" Rita asked.

"The man that brought you here." Maggie told her.

"Oh. Mr. Smart Ass. Well, I'd like to stay. Just to fuck Dexter, you understand, don't you?" Rita smirked.

"Maggie, let me out and we'll set things straight around here. It's long past time." Rick said firmly. "Let me out and hide me at your place with Darryl. We'll think of a way to make things work."

"Rita here knows what we're planning on doing." Maggie told him. "So I can't…"

"Oh hon, I wouldn't dream of saying anything. I'll just say that someone didn't lock Rick's cell door. I wouldn't dream of leaving here without seeing the fallout from what you're trying to plan." Rita told her.

Michonne didn't know if it was seeing Rick again and not feeling much of anything, that drove her into Negan's waiting arms as soon as they were alone in their bedroom. She didn't know if it was Judith's near molestation scare or the fact they were in more danger than ever, now that they had abducted Rita and allowed Morgan to go back to his universe and tell his people that fact.

All she did know, was that she was lost in a mindless haze of heat and pulsing lust, as Michonne cupped her own breasts, encasing Negan's head between them, all while bobbing confidently upon Negan's pulsing member. They were both gasping for breath urgently, and Negan's large hands cupped and spread her buttocks with primal ferocity, while Michonne tirelessly slid up and down on his erect length until their roller coaster of lust spun out of control, and a familiar liquid, warm feeling vibrated throughout her body, even as she continued to buck steadily upon his pulsing root…

It was sometime later, that Negan blew out the lone candle that had lit their room, and lay beside her, feeling, no, knowing, that there was more than just 'something' between them. Michonne could try going back to Rick, but he doubted anything would be the same between them again. He had decided not to worry about him. For now.

His arm was under her head and she said something that he didn't quite know what to make of.

"I think we should let Rick out." Michonne said quietly, knowing Negan wouldn't like it, but prepared to defend her line of thinking. Negan kind of shrugged.

"Okay." was all he said. That made Michonne prop up on one elbow and look at him.

"What?"

"I said, okay. It couldn't hurt."

Michonne just stared at him. Negan, who had been looking up at the ceiling, felt her gaze on him.

"What?" he asked.

"You're fine with letting him out?"

"Yeah. I'm not worried about him anymore. The kids will hate him, he looks creepy with that eyepatch and I want him to see what he's missing."

Michonne said nothing to that and rested her head back down on his arm. Negan then said something else.

"You know, I was thinking about that night."

Michonne felt every fiber in her body freeze up. She knew he was talking about the night he had slaughtered Glenn and Abraham in front of everyone.

"That night?" she asked.

"Yeah. The one." Negan replied.

"Why?" she asked, hoping against hope he would say something remorseful.

"I was thinking about what my first impressions of you all were. I thought Maggie was smokin' hot, despite the fact that she looked like shit. I thought Eugene's hair looked ridiculous. I thought Rick looked like a quivering bitch. Carl had more guts than he did. But you know what else? I felt like I could sense there was something between Rick and you. I actually thought, after doing what I did, of kidnapping you. Just to teach Rick a lesson…"

Michonne got out of bed and put on a robe! Negan sat up!

"You know, I'm trying to discuss my feelings here and open up!"

"When have I ever asked you to do that? Your feelings and opening up is not one of your problems!" Michonne huffed. "You were going to kidnap me and what?"

"Okay," Negan sighed, "there is no need to get an attitude. Did I kidnap you? No! And that's because I do have a tender side."

"You know what? I need to be alone, okay? I'm going over to your bar and do some cleaning. Alone. I'll be back."

Negan said nothing as he watched her dress and leave their room. He got out of bed and watched from the window as Michonne did indeed go over to the bar. At least he knew she wasn't going to have a late night talk with Rick Grimes at the jail.

Michonne swept ashes into a dustpan, then emptied it into a garbage can. She was working with a lantern and tried to block out what Negan had said in their room. But there was something that she had to face. No matter how much she wanted to be with him, there would always be a part of her that was ashamed of him. There would always be a part of her that was ashamed that she was with him as well.

She glanced up when Rick entered through the decrepit doorway.

"Was it Maggie or Darryl? That let you out?" Michonne asked.

"Maggie." Rick said, looking around. "What happened here? This looks like it was once a bar."

"It was." Michonne said shortly, not looking at him.

"Do you have another broom? Maybe I can help?"

"So," Michonne said, not acknowledging his offer, "are you staying with Maggie and Darryl?"

Rick nodded.

"I am."

"Well…" Michonne trailed off, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't.

"Michonne, I'm sorry that I only remember you from the prison. I'm sorry I only remember that horrible time, when I almost made the worst decision of my life, by trying to give you to the Governor. I can't help the fact that my memory never returned completely. I've had people tell me about things that happened after we were forced out of the prison. I'd like to hear from you what things were like? What they were like for us? Carl…what kind of man did he grow up to be?"

"He didn't get to grow up. I don't want to talk to you. And if you think by softening me up, you'll get in with the kids, think again. I'm not going to stop them from getting to know you, but I'm not going to encourage it either." Michonne said, picking up another pan of ash and dumping it.

"And this is because of Negan, right? Because you love him?" Rick gently pried. Michonne did not answer that and Rick could smell an in.

"It's a simple 'yes' or 'no', Michonne. I'm hearing we had a great love here. We have two children and yet you can't forgive something that wasn't my fault. I just have to assume that what you have with him is all consuming and leaves no room to give me a chance."

Michonne threw down the broom!

"Do you actually want a chance, Rick? Look into my eyes and tell me you want to be with me again? Cut the bullshit, Rick, and go back to Maggie's house."

"What I think, Michonne, is that when I knew you at the prison, I was mourning my dead wife. You were a part of our group and Carl liked you. It went no further than that. I need to find my way back to you in my own way. Do you think that's fair?"

"It isn't about fair or unfair." Michonne said, picking up the broom and leaning it against the bar. "Good night, Rick. Sweep or don't sweep." she said and walked out of the bar, then back across the street to her house. She crept in through the darkness, like a teenager sneaking in after hours, went upstairs to her room, undressed and got back into bed with Negan.

"Was that Rick I saw go into the bar?" he asked in a tight voice.

"Yes." she replied. It figured Negan would have been watching.

"Who let him out?"

"Maggie."

"Is Dexter's creepy wife out as well?"

"No. Well, he didn't say but I doubt Maggie would have let HER out." Michonne sighed.

"What did he want, Chonnie?" Negan asked, raising up on one elbow.

"To get to know me again. I just didn't want to hear anymore." Michonne half sulked. She had wanted to believe him, that was what was making her angry. She almost wondered if Maggie or Darryl were putting Rick up to this?

"I don't want to hear anymore either," Negan said as his lips sought hers hungrily and Michonne gave into the feelings she could not deny she had for him. It was Negan that was in control, as he took her endlessly during what would be a long night. She endured his brawny flesh not only in bed, but twice he lifted and impaled her near the dresser. Negan almost lost himself, buried within her beautiful body, while still not making her quite his. He could lose her and what they had, if he was not careful.

Rick was no longer contained. Rick was trying to put the moves on Michonne. He was going to have a talk with Dexter about getting rid of Rick, in the morning. And he wasn't worried about him not agreeing to it. Because Dexter was hot for his hot looking, dead wife lookalike. And she wanted Rick dead too. Maybe they could work together on getting Mr. Grimes out of here. Somehow, he knew Dexter Morgan would like that.