Disclaimer : things have changed (for me, not for the story) since I wrote those first chapters. This story has become the prologue to Tales of a Post-Movie Zootopia. I'm leaving the rest as it is, forewords included, since I want it to be as close as the first vision.

Hello reader. Thanks for clicking the link, I hope you will enjoy the reading but first a bit about my humble self.

First and foremost, know that english isn't my first language, it's the reason I'm posting this here, to force myself to work on it, and because I like to write stuff. That being said, I don't want to get your hopes up, this probably won't be a long running story, or an epic one. However, it will be heavily fluffy (not the first chapter though), so I hope you brought your insulin.

Without further ado, here goes.

"You're dead, red pelt."

No shit.

Thought Nick while he crawled to get the bottom of his body out of the icy water at the foot of the ice wall. At this rate, he knew he would get a cold before the end of the afternoon. It was the third time he tried to get past it, along with three other comrades. He shook himself to get rid of the water that drenched his fur.

I'm giving up for today. I almost got above it, next week will be the one.

It clearly was the one thing that gave him trouble. Social studies and criminology were a walk in the park. He could have written the books himself. Law was easy for him too, you don't get to become a good hustler if you can't learn it and how to get around it. He knew he had a good memory and kind of impressed himself about how he could learn this fast and remember it all. Then again, to be a good liar, he had to have a good memory to keep track of the layers of fabricated reality he wrapped himself into during his previous career.

The physical side of the job was another matter however. His strength was rather... Lacking. He worked as hard as the other aspiring officers, if not more, but as a fox, his little size would remain a limitation. At least he had good stamina. Avoiding and running for danger were a fox's specialty, especially if said fox was a con-mammal trying to squeeze others for all their money's worth.

...

The fox had to squint in the dark to look at the smartphone screen. The bright light was hurting his eyes. Being evolved from a nocturnal predator, there was a reason why he always had his big aviator glasses on him. He was almost tempted to use them now. The earphone was in place, he tapped the screen, beginning the call. The exhausted but happy face of Judy appeared on the screen.

"Hey slick Nick" came a tired but cheerful voice.

"Hey officer Bunbun" he answered in a whispered tone so as to not wake up his bunkmates.

"You know you're paying for those nicknames when you get back to zootopia ?"

"Counting on it, Fuzzball."

"How is it going at the academy ?"

"Well, the bookworm I am is getting the best grades in all the writing stuff, so you know, that's always good."

"But ?" Judy had caught the subtle change of tone he had when he wasn't as happy as he wanted to appear.

"Passing the ice wall still gives me trouble."

"I know you'll get through... Above it," she said with a joking tone.

"I'd be on a slippery slope otherwise." Smug grin.

"You didn't."

"What about you. You had an interesting day it seems ?"

"What makes you say that ?" yawned her.

"I don't know, it's only *PM and you're already sleepy."

"I'm a diurnal mammal."

"Avoiding questions is usually my specialty." Playful tone again.

Judy rubbed her eyes, so as to wake a little, reminding herself of the events of the day.

"Well first, this boar was harassing female preds around the city-center's mall. I had to go myself since I'm currently partnered with Wolford and I didn't want to escalate the situation with him being around. You know, males butting head, protective instincts... He stayed in the back, tranq-gun at the ready."

"Did it escalate ?"

"A bit, the guy was clearly under the influence, he screamed at me saying I wasn't a real officer and made a swipe to flick my nose. Or so he said afterwards."

"Drug ? Alcohol ?"

"Both, vodka and crack. He had also traces of coke on his snout."

"Nice mix."

"I know right ? Wolford reacted as soon as the guy made his move, he had to tranq him three times and taze him while we were cuffing him since he woke up again."

"Since when is Wolford that twitchy ?"

"Since I'm Precinct One's public face."

"Yeah, I understand, I wouldn't want your- the Precinct One pretty face to get hurt either."

Oh crap, the tongue-slip, did she notice it ?

"Me neither, I rather like it" she answered in an even more sleepy tone.

Phew, she didn't.

"What else ? It was just an arrest, you can't possibly be tired from just that ?"

"A couple of snatch'n'runners, and this guy taking the city-streets for his personal racing circuit. He clearly took a page in flash's book. Oh and Fru-Fru delivered her triplets."

Nick's eyes were now wide open, a bit of a worried look on his face. He knew it was usual for shrew to give birth to multiple kits at a time, but it didn't mean that it was an easy feat. That, and birth wasn't due for another month.

"So now we have three other cute little Judys in the city" he said, hiding his concern under a joke.

Judy was too tired to comment ont the c-word.

"Fru Fru is fine, I know you were worried. And no, we don't have three other Judys. Only one, and also a Vito, named after the great-grandfather as I hear it. And a Nicholas."

This time, Nick couldn't hide his flabbergasted expression, his mask of coolness was instantly shattered by the news. He wasn't able to regain his composure before hearing the familiar sound of a screenshot.

"This one is going straight to furbook."

He gave her a an annoyed looked ruined by his laughing eyes.

"She named one of her kits after me ?"

"Isn't it usual to name a kit after his godfather ?"

"She wants me to be his godfather ?" His tone shifted to whisper to choke. He had to punch himself several time on the chest to be able to breathe normally again. Judy was giggling, it wasn't often she saw Nick completely taken aback.

"Well mister Big isn't keen on the idea, but you were reinstated as a member of the family, so yes, she does."

"Gee, I'll have to find another skunk-butt rug for the kid's bedroom."

"Yeah, you do that, while I fill the forms for your burial. Anyway Nick, sorry to cut this short, but I'm really tiAAAAAWred", she yawned again.

Click, screenshot. This one he was keeping for himself, Judy's yawning face was just too cute to not make Furbook implode.

"Nighty-night Carrots."

"M'night Nick."

The call ended and he couldn't keep himself to smile like an idiot. Someone wanted him as a godfather. Someone thought him responsible enough to take care of a kit. Sure it was the daughter of the biggest crimelord of Zootopia but still, it had to count for something. Five minutes later he was asleep, the smile still plastered on his snout.

There may of may not be a metric-ton of pun, references and jokes in this. See you next time, this isn't the end.