A/N:
I effectively had this story (idea for a story, really.) dropped into my lap by a friend who is a good writer, but is terrible at following through.
That said, I hope you follow, man. I'll do my best to make it good, and meet or exceed your expectations with what time I have.
I'm no writer, but I've got some ideas... Hope you guys enjoy the story!
YES. This is, in fact, a WildeHopps.
Prepare for a relative 'slow burn' and a decent amount of fluff!
Sincerely,
TOG.
Agent Wilde Vs. Dr. OhNo
Ch: 1 The Case of a lifetime.
07-13-2018 1300 ZST
Nicholas Wilde sat in his office, sipping coffee, waiting for something to make his day less mind-numbing.
It had become something of a regular occurrence for him to let his mind wander while waiting for a case to come down the proverbial pipe.
I'd kill for something to do, it's been MONTHS!
As he sipped, his musings were abruptly smashed with the force of a runaway train as his most recent- Yeah... recent is precisely the term I'd use.
case came flooding back to him...
04-09-2018 0500 ZST
It was a normal day for the fox, he followed his usual ritual of slamming the clock by his bedside, silencing the wretched device; throwing the sheets off his body as he let out a groaning yawn.
I hate mornings...
Dragging himself out of bed, he trudged to the bathroom across the hall of his posh penthouse, after turning the knobs in the shower to his preferred bathing temperature, he (somewhat) quickly made a beeline to the small kitchenette and stuck a mug under the spout of the coffee maker.
After filling the water tank and setting it to run, he went back to the shower in a manner most would see as a shambling zombie.
Letting the water soak into his coat, he sighed.
I wonder if old Buffalo Butt is going to have anything better than foreign bank accounts to burn today?
After rinsing a heavy lather from his body- "Old Spruce: A classic scent, for a classy fox." he shook out as much excess water as he could before toweling off what the Fur Drier would leave behind.
The alluring scent of fresh coffee assaulted his nostrils, putting a slight pep in his step.
Oh sweet, sweet umbral glory... Bring me to life!
Now, having caffeine coursing through his veins and his trusty black suit and loose tie combo hugging his form, his ID card tucked into the slim billfold taking up residence in a hidden pocket inside his suit's jacket, the fox felt ready to face another boring, mind-numbing, dreadful day of pawing through foreign accounts.
He didn't dislike working for the Zootopian Bereau of Investigation, but he'd always imagined it would be a bit more exciting... more glamorous.
It's certainly not like the movies, I mean... I'm a field agent! shouldn't I be out taking down criminal masterminds or something?
Pushing the thought aside, he locked the door behind him as he made his way out of the penthouse, and down to the parking garage.
Little did he know, things were about to take a drastic turn for the agent, he was about to get the case he'd been longing for. Dreaming of.
ZBI Main Office: 0630 ZST
Closing the door of a cherry red convertible, hustler's smirk firmly in place- one of few vestiges of his younger, more reckless life, one that served him well in training; Agent Wilde strolled into the phallic monster of a building, adorned with 'ZBI' smack in the center of the skyscraper.
The building was well cared for, near blinding (for the poor fox.) florescent lights illuminated the dull gray walls and heavily tinted windows, all immaculately clean.
Claws lightly clicking against the pristine tiled floors, he casually made his way to the elevators in the rear of the lobby, flashing his ID to the portly cheetah sitting at the reception desk.
"Morning, Spots." He greeted warmly, offering the cheetah a genuine grin. "How's things with the little lady?" Nick asked.
"She's doing well, though she still wants to take you with us on a double-date with Ms. Winter." Clawhouser responded with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"I still agree with her, you two would make a cute couple!" shortly after this remark, the cheetah looked around in a panic. "Phew... I swear, I gotta be careful with that, Savage would kill me if he heard, y'know... the 'C' word." continuing with a grimace, he said "I only ever said it about a bunny ONCE!"
"Now it's like he's got a damned vendetta against me!" the cheetah whimpered, sagging into his chair which creaked angrily in protest to the weight it bore. The now downtrodden cheetah just looked forlornly at the empty box adorning his desk, sprinkles taunting him from inside the now worthless container.
Wilde simply waved away the statement and entered the elevator, chuckling slightly at the cheetah and his reaction to the destitute box.
After pressing the button for his floor, Nick pulled out his personal cell and called a number listed as 'Donut Joe's Jellied Jamboree' knowing it would perk the feline up, he instructed them to send the bill to the accounting department, a request that was all too regular between the fox and store owner.
Sending a text to Clawhouser to give him a heads-up, he could hear the squeal through the elevator (now three stories above the lobby) and grinned at the look he knew was on the cheetah's face.
Moments later he received a text, opening it, he saw it was from Clawhouser. Let the praise rain down. Nick thought.
Nothing makes that guy smile like fresh donuts...
Benji: Nick, Buddy. Pal. Light of my life. Sweet angel of mercy, shining the glory of glazed goodness upon us all!
Nick quickly tapped out his response.
Nick: Enjoy, buddy! ;)
Now grinning at full force, Nick made his way to his office, to wait for Bogo to contact him with the day's assignment.
Maybe it won't be such a dull day after all.
A/N MkII:
Thoughts? Comments? let me know!
I'm working out the story, and will try to keep it progressing at a decent clip...
More to come! =3