Family Affair
Thursday
Michonne and Rick prepare for their day. "I'm dropping you off with my folks, but I'll be back for dinner," he explains.
"Cool, I think we'll have a good time. Don't forget Friday we're having everyone over as a thank you," she reminds.
They reach the front door and Rick squats down in front of Michonne. She smiles and her eyes fill with joy. "You take care of Mama," he kisses her belly. "And you handle everything else," her kisses her bottom lip, then the top before taking her mouth completely.
She exhales a contented sigh, "Yes Big Poppa," she giggles.
Daryl arrived at the station early. "Agent Mills I cannot thank you enough," he repeats.
"Two rotating surveillance agents are nothing compared to your contribution. They begin Friday night. They have your number as point of contact," she reiterates.
"I'll let you go…our briefing begins in about one hour," he shares.
"Good luck," she offers before disconnecting the call.
"Hey Sweetheart," he greets when Sasha answers her phone.
"Morning Baby, you already at the station?" she replies.
"Yeah, we have the briefing. Listen, your agents will be in place beginning Friday night," he explains.
"So, does that mean…," she bubbles with excitement.
"Oh, I'm putting you in a sex coma," he laughs.
"Yeah, for me," she returns the laughter.
Andrea Blake meets with their financial advisor. "I need all joint assets transferred to my individual account," she orders.
"I'm sorry but that is not possible," he responds.
"I beg your pardon?" she snaps.
"The parameters and structure of the joint accounts require signature from both parties and/or a death certificate," he reports matter-of-factly.
She stares in disbelief. That dirty son-of-a-bitch keeps screwing me over. "Thank you for your time," she exits the office slamming the door.
Bonnie Rae and Karen park in front of the dog park. "Why do we keep torturing ourselves?" Karen laments.
"Can we just enjoy the day with them-please," Bonnie pleads.
Karen releases the back hatch once Bonnie Rae exits the car. They lead the dogs to the park, but are stopped in their tracks by unexpected guests.
"You are late," Ms. Patti scolds.
"Really, we have been here 20 minutes," Ida B. chides.
"What are you doing here?" Karen shouts.
"What is all this stuff?" Bonnie Rae exclaims.
"We went shopping…one tub is for Nike and the other is for Athena," Ida B. gestures to the items next the bench.
"Plus, we need to learn how to walk and care for our Granddawgs," Ms. Patti explains with pride.
The team brings the briefing to a close emphasizing key elements. "We execute the approved warrant on Friday for the third building. The owners of buildings one and two are cooperating fully," Rosita clarifies.
"The FBI intelligence supports a bomb as the first scenario; assassination attempt for scenario two and a multi-officer ambush for scenario three. Please refer to the suspect photo sent to your phone," Daryl repeats.
"Tomorrow is beta test one: a joint operation with our SWAT Team. We will employ bomb sniffing dogs to clear all buildings. You will receive your team assignment by close of business today- Any further questions?" Rick concludes.
The officers rise slowly and applaud, then whistle and finally cheer, "Way to go…y'all is the shit…damn good work." All three bashfully search the ground. Shane shakes his head in disgust.
Denise listens from the corner of the room, taking notes and making connections. Her heart is racing and the anxiety is building. She exits quietly and returns to her desk. I will not lose any of my Guys. She retrieves her notebook and waits for the Captain to return to his office.
Jeffrey enters the kitchen shaking his head and laughing, "What are your two doing?" The kitchen is a disaster.
"We found this picture of an amazing meal online, but halfway through we gave up the struggle," Michonne explains.
"We were 20 steps in and hadn't turned on the stove," Jolene complains.
Michonne hands him a plate, "You have to settle for a prosciutto, marinated artichoke, and Asiago grilled cheese on sourdough with leftover Greek salad OG," she hands him a plate.
She started calling him OG, Original Grimes, at the Founder's Day picnic. He was not ashamed to admit it made him feel like a king on a throne every time she did.
"Lord in heaven…Look at him- he been crowing ever since you gave him that nickname," Jolene teases.
They move to the TV room to enjoy lunch. The banter dies down. "I am okay. A little sore still, but overall I am good," Michonne provides without prompting.
Jolene and Jeffrey exhale. "Thank God…We were worried sick," they reply.
"How bad was he?" she asks without taking her eyes off her plate.
Jolene tears up shaking her head. Jeffrey chokes out, "If he was not hell bent on taking care of you we would have lost him."
Michonne wipes her eyes, "Let's put all that ugliness behind us for now. We can spend the rest of the afternoon with embarrassing baby pictures," she laughs and they join in.
Glenn meets with the Captain. "After the briefing I had to come forward. They count on me to do my job and Officer Walsh compromises my ability to be effective. His last submission of evidence was at the end of the day. It was a priority I could not meet because he was MIA, Sir," he explains in frustration.
"Thank you for bringing this issue and documentation to my attention. For now this matter is confidential," Morgan responds with controlled rage.
"Thank you for listening and addressing the matter," Glenn extends a handshake before exiting the office.
Negan sits on top of the lunch table like a king on a throne. His crew occupies the bench seats below him. "You are positive he will be at the 'Block Party'," he speaks for the first time in weeks.
"Yeah, Roxanne and them are all excited," Ron rolls his eyes.
"Be ready for my signal on Saturday. Pay back is a bitch," he seethes.
"Hey Carl," Roxanne greets.
He looks up from his phone, "Hey…" he trails of awkwardly. I don't remember her name.
"I heard you were going to the 'Block Party' and I thought we could hang out or hook up or something," she tosses her rainbow streaked hair.
"Um…Justice and I are going with our friends, but if they don't mind," he shrugs not fully engaged in the conversation.
"I was hoping you and I could get to know each other better," she prepares to sit down.
"He knows you just fine," Justice delivers with her hand on her hip.
His head snaps up to look at Justice. Holy shit she is pissed!
"Whatever," Roxanne tosses her hair again while walking away.
"Bony thirsty ass …coming for my man," she mutters in anger.
Carl glances over but does not interrupt her rant. I hope Uncle Rick has a rule for this.