After letting it ring four times, Michonne finally hit the button for line two or her phone.

"Sheriff Grimes is here to see you," her secretary said.

Michonne swallowed, looking up at her closed door. She pushed back from her desk, standing. "Tell him to come in," she said before hanging up the call. She turned, standing in front of her floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the river. She crossed her arms and tried not to shiver when she heard her door open.

"Michonne," he said, the rich timbre of his voice making her shiver from its sound.

"Rick," she threw over her shoulder, then turned back to the window, afraid to look him in the eye. Cause if she looked, he'd see. He'd know…

"How are you?" he asked, walking over to where she was. She shrugged.

"Just…working. Taking a brief break."

He chuckled. "After the case you just had, shouldn't you be on a vacation?"

Michonne smiled to herself. "There's always work to do, Grimes."

Rick was behind her, now, looking over her shoulder at the river and the people along the river walk. "Don't know about that," he murmured. He sighed heavily, then, "I came here because…now that the case is over, I thought that, maybe we could get to know each other better." He placed a hand on her shoulder, and it took everything for Michonne to not lean back into his touch. Instead–

"I'm not…I'm not a casual person, Rick." She finally turned to look at him. He looked her up and down, a small smile on his lips, a twinkle in his eyes.

"I know. You're the type a guy takes home to his family. Shows off to his friends, cause she's so amazing. Cause you want someone else to bear witness, prove she's real. That's the type of woman you are Michonne. And if you let me, I'll do those thangs and more. If you just give me–"

She kissed him, believing him, giving in. And it was lovely. He kissed her slowly and with purpose, quietly promising things to come. His large hands gripped her waist, massaging her torso before pulling her flush against him. Michonne wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the overall feel of him, hoping against hope he meant what he said.

She pulled back, looking at him. "A relationship. Is that what you really want?" she asked.

"Only with you," he said honestly. "I only want you."

Michonne nodded. "Okay. Okay…" She kissed him, deciding that falling down this rabbit hole with Rick would be a worthy trip. She didn't know why she believed him, but she did; a simple truth she decided to accept.

Whatever was to come, Michonne was ready.