Michonne sighed and dropped her head at the blue lights flashing behind her. She tried to form a believable excuse for running the red light, but there wasn't one. She was never good at lying. She was simply late for work and she knew that wouldn't get her off the hook.

She saw the cruiser's door swing open in her rear view mirror and her heart rate went into overdrive when she saw the man who wore the uniform. She smiled in spite of herself and adjusted in her seat nervously as he approached.

Michonne recognized him immediately. He was a regular around the courthouse. And she would never forget the first time she saw him.

The tall drink of blue-eyed water had entered the courtroom on a bow-legged gait behind the cuffed defendant he was transporting. Michonne was just about to begin a very serious line of questioning when her blonde co-chair tipped her head in the armed guard's direction.

"Check out Deputy Doggystyle." Andrea leaned into Michonne's shoulder and whispered. The normally reserved attorney met his eyes before she could stop herself. His pretty eyes and salt and pepper scruff around his obscenely kissable lips caught her off guard. "He looks like a hair puller." Andrea added and Michonne swallowed hard, telling herself not to stare, while she did just that.

He did look like a hair puller. But Michonne found herself thinking how much better it'd be to have him face to face so she could get lost in those eyes while he nailed her up against a wall. She licked her lips imagining his suffocating stare looking down on her as she unzipped his fly in one of the court's mediation rooms. She looked at his large hands, his thumbs hooked casually in his gun belt as he stood there stone-faced. She let her imagination run away with her as she conjured up a scenario of his hands squeezing and smacking her butt as she rode him in the judge's bench.

'Michonne!" She heard Andrea whisper urgently, snapping her out of her reverie. Judge Blake looked at her with an annoyed, expectant expression and Michonne realized she had missed him calling her to begin her cross examination of the witness on the stand. "Save some of that eye-fuck for later." her fellow attorney mumbled on a smirk and pushed her friend forward with only her saucer-sized eyes.

Michonne rolled her eyes through an irritated sigh, smoothed her skirt and went head to head with the opposing side's witness. She fumbled her way through the whole line of questioning and was pissed at Andrea for the rest of the day.

'Deputy Doggystyle' was the first, but nowhere near the last inappropriate thing Andrea said about the gorgeous lawman. Under the guise of discussing the case, she'd whisper to Michonne right in the middle of court, "Do you see the way his uniform is fitting over that chest? Damn! I feel attacked... My white ass never thought I'd be a victim of police brutality..." While Michonne shuffled papers, Andrea would joke, "I know he's one of the good guys, but that dick print should be against the law... But, it makes sense, though, I guess... What's it called again? The long dick of the law?" The horny counselor kept something going constantly.

Between Andrea's illicit comments and the living breathing proof of everything she said standing a few feet away from her, every time he was in the courtroom, Michonne became a bumbling rookie lawyer again. Thankfully, she hadn't seen him in court for a few days. But now she looked at him through her closed window, mouth dry and heart aflutter.

His soft perfect lips formed unheard words as she looked up at him. It wasn't until he moved his finger in a circular motion, using the old-fashion gesture to get her to roll down the window, that she understood why she couldn't hear him. Michonne gave an embarrassed chuckle as she pushed the button on the door of her sedan and let the chilly air in. She pretended the outside temperature was the reason for her shaky demeanor, but that contradicted her sweaty palms and pits.

The open window allowed his crisp aquatic scent to waft into her space. It was like heaven. She'd never had such an erotic reaction through her olfactory receptors in her life. God... she thought to herself as she kept her head trained straight out the windshield and eyed him from her peripheral, Keep it together, Michonne, or he's going to think you have a body in the trunk.

"Mornin' ma'am. Know why I pulled you over?" He looked at her curiously.

She turned back, daring to look right at him and was instantly overcome by his handsome face. Her sense of sight and sense of smell were sending so many signals to her brain that once his unexpected country drawl was added to the mix, she was woozy. She dropped her head and pulled her neat, unstyled locs behind her ear. She looked him in the face again and opened her mouth to attempt an answer.

Before she could say anything, though, he abandoned the whole traffic cop script and asked, "We know each other?"

Michonne was flattered that her face had made some sort of impression in his mind. "Uh, maybe from the courthouse." she spoke timidly, with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, that's it." he seemed pleased and smiled back. "Ms. Bradshaw, right?" he remembered hearing her name in court and Michonne nodded. "You on your way to the trial of the century? That why you ran that red light back there?"

"Did I?" She pretended to be oblivious and he cocked his head and raised his brow, not buying it.

"You wanna give me your license and registration?"

She deflated at the telltale sign that a ticket was imminent and did as instructed. She grumbled to herself about his by-the-book approach and watched him walk back to his car. She gave herself a moment to drool over the swag in his strut and he caught her checking him out in her side mirror. She quickly averted her gaze and cursed under her breath.

Without his presence distracting her, she remember that she was late and called Andrea to get her to cover for her until she got there.

"Running late." Michonne cut to the chase as soon as Andrea answered, her voice coming through the Bluetooth system in the car.

"Well, hurry up, you know these lawyer types make me nervous."

"Andrea, you're a lawyer..."

"But I'm not a lawyer-type." her silly friend countered. "What's the hold up?"

"Got pulled over. Looks like I'm getting a ticket." Michonne said defeated, then she perked up recognizing Andrea would love the irony of her current situation. "And you'll never guess by who..."

The line went quiet for a second, then Andrea answered excitedly, "Deputy Doggystyle?!"

Being reminded of her nasty girlfriend's naughty nickname for him, Michonne looked in her mirror again to make sure he was still in the cruiser. Suddenly aware of how loud her car's sound system was, she quickly turned it down a decibel. She shushed Andrea, still smiling as she confirmed her guess.

"Oh. Well, in that case, take your time." Andrea said with a scandalous tone. They both laughed together. "Oh! While I have you on the phone, we need to go over our schedule for the week." Her scatterbrained friend changed the subject on a dime.

"Sure. Let me get my calendar up."

"Thanks. I'm trying to make some space for a lunch date with a guy I met at a bachelor party."

"What the hell were you doing at a bachelor party, Andrea? You're not a bachelor."

"But I'm the bachelor type." She joked. I'm trying to see him Thursday."

Michonne was engrossed in her week's agenda trying to see what she could switch around for her friend. When her coworker got tired of the silence, she asked, "So are you flirting with Deputy Doggystyle? Maybe you can show him some cleavage and get out of this ticket."

"No, I'm not flirting." She sighed at Andrea's predictable conversation. "I'm not equipped for all that." Michonne self-deprecated, but had to admit, "He is looking like a snack today, though."

"What do you mean you're not equipped? Just because you let those perfect tits collect dust, doesn't mean they don't work." Michonne giggled. "No seriously, that might be why he's giving you the ticket in the first place. Men as fine as Deputy Doggystyle expect to get hit on in these situations. You're not doing your civic duty."

"Andrea, shut the hell up." Michonne finally stopped the shenanigans, so she could concentrate on the task at hand.

"Okay, but you've been crushing on this man for months. Now the opportunity presents itself. So hike your skirt up, undo a button on your blouse... something!"

Michonne looked down at her chest and bit her lip. What could a little cleavage hurt? she thought as she plucked open a button and adjusted her rack. She also pulled the hem of her skirt a little higher up her thigh.

Feeling ridiculous for listening to Andrea she decided to rush the troublemaker off the phone. "Ok, well, I think we can bump back our meeting at 2pm on Thursday. Ok? I gotta go, though. You're making me nervous with all this dirty talk. And he's probably gonna be back with my ticket any min..."

She looked in the rear view again and her heart sank when she saw his empty seat in the car behind her. Her jaw dropped and as soon as she realized he wasn't in his car, she heard him clear his throat outside her window. She jumped to hang up the call and she felt a blaze spread out over her dark skin.

He was smiling over her and she wondered how long he'd been standing there and how much he'd heard. She didn't know what to say. She just brought her hands up to the sides of her face shamefully and waited for him to speak first.

"So, I'm gonna let you go with a warnin'." He said as he studied her with his panty-dropping stare.

She exhaled, thankful that she wouldn't be penalized and even more thankful that nothing seemed to be amiss in his demeanor as he talked to her. "Thank you so much!" she said accepting her information back from his hand. "I really appreciate it."

"Just be careful out here and pay attention." He licked over his bottom lip and held it briefly with his teeth, looking down at her cleavage. "I'd hate for you to get hurt." He told her sincerely as she put her driver's license back in her wallet.

"Ok. Yes, sir." She said immediately, in her most agreeable manner.

"I'm only takin' it easy on you because your friend talked you into doin' your civic duty." He teased, snapping Michonne to attention with her jaw dropped. He chuckled at her flustered reaction.

"I'm sorry." she shook her head frantically, explaining, "That's my stupid friend Andrea. She's always saying something inappropriate."

He could have let it go at that but she was absolutely too cute trying to save face. "Yeah, Andrea sounds like a wild one... but you're the one who called me a snack." he grinned, looking down as he scribbled something in a little notebook.

Michonne took a deep breath. She knew when she was caught. "Yes. Yes, I did." She confessed gripping the steering wheel with both hands as if she might whip her car like a white Ford bronco any second now. Her humiliation made her defensive and she shot back indignantly, "How long were you standing there, anyway?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your call. By the way, don't forget to button your blouse back."

She rolled her eyes at him and smiled, unable to deliver a convincing attitude. "... so embarrassing..." she muttered to herself.

He leaned over her window with his elbow on the roof of her car. "Look, let me make it up to you. You're free for lunch Thursday, right?"

She froze, pausing her disapproval of the whole situation as it became clear he was asking her out. "Yeah..." she acknowledged quietly.

"Let's have lunch together." He offered with a tilt of his head. "Not a snack, a whole meal." he teased her again with a wicked smirk, handing her his card. "Wha'dya say?"

She contemplated if she would survive a date with him and pulled her plump lips into her mouth, half embarrassed, half excited. She took the card from him and let her hand fall in her lap. "Okay." she agreed.

"Okay." He gave a wolfish grin. "I wrote my cell on there. Call me later?"

"Okay."

"Okay." He repeated for good measure, showing a bit of nerves, himself, for the first time. He looked back down the road at nothing in particular and ran his thumb across his eyebrow. He was trying to think of something else to say to keep her there a little longer, but decided he'd held her up long enough. He hoped she'd call him sooner rather than later. "Well, you're free to go." He stood up straight and took a step back from her car. "Have a good day, Ms. Bradshaw."

"Michonne." she corrected him.

He smiled more easily then, "I'll see you Thursday, Michonne." He promised and started that sexy amble back to his car.

Michonne looked down at the business card he'd given her. Her face broke into an uncontrollable, yet mortified, smile when she read what he'd written under the embossed print of his name in addition to his cell number,
A.K.A. Deputy Doggystyle