What's up, Zootopia fans? I know it's been awhile since I've uploaded another Zootopia fanfic here, but that is because I was working on this fanfic here and trying to come up with plot ideas and such.

Anyway, this is going to be my first ever Zootopia fanfic that isn't a one-shot and I seriously hope I will be able to finish this. -_-;

This fanfic might also have a bit of Nick/Judy moments but the main pairing is an OC/OC pairing...kind of I guess? It'll explain later.

So yeah...hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: An Uneasy Night

Evening had fallen upon the downtown area of Zootopia. The nocturnal animals were already coming out of their homes to work their night shift jobs while some would rather spend the night partying at some late night club. Some non-nocturnal animals had the same idea and decided a few more hours outside wouldn't hurt. Thought most animals had spent long and sometimes rather stressful days and were looking forward to getting home and winding down after unexpected events in their lives.

One of these animals was a red fox who trudged slowly up the stairs to his apartment, his ears flattened and eyes downcast. A huge emotional weight was on the fox's heart, causing the fox to drag his back paws down the apartment hallway, his eyes still focused on the ground. Reaching his apartment door, the fox dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a key. It took him a couple of tries until he finally shoved the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. Once inside he hung his coat up and tossed his bag to the corner. Dragging himself towards the couch, he finally collapsed onto the furniture, a huge sigh leaving him.

"How did this happen?" He groaned as he slowly rubbed his eyes. He glanced down at his coffee table and picked up the remote control.

Perhaps some TV will help him take his mind off of what happened.

He clicked on the TV and a soap opera starring two leopards appeared on the screen.

"Brian," The beautiful female cried out as she clutched the arm of the male leopard. "Please don't leave me! We can work this out!"

"It's too late, Christine," The male leopard stepped away from the female. "It is over between us…"

The fox narrowed his eyes and switched the channel to reveal a music video with a female hare gazing up at the moon, singing in a mournful tone.

"Enough is enough…I can't live without him! I want him back in my life!"

The fox switched the channel again to reveal a commercial.

"Having relationship problems?"

With a growl, the fox immediately turned off the TV. He leaned back again and closed his eyes, the same feeling of despair rising in him at the idea of the whole world being against him.

A familiar jingle and a vibration inside his pant pocket caused him to open his eyes. He took out his phone to see who it was. A warm feeling of joy and relief washed over him when he saw the image of a familiar fox. He pressed the green circle on the phone.

"Hey Nick…"

"Hey Rey!" His brother's voice came from the other end. "How's it going?"

The fox named Rey put on a strained smile. "It's…great!"

Across the other side of the downtown area, another red fox frowned with concern. "Uh oh, what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong, Rey." Nick Wilde answered his brother. "Your voice is lower than usual."

"What does that have to do—"

"Your voice rarely goes low like that unless something is wrong."

Rey closed his eyes again and silently cursed the way his brother was able to read him like an open book.

"So…what's wrong?" Nick asked again.

Rey opened his eyes, giving a huge sigh. "Kyle broke up with me tonight."

"Aw geeze, seriously? Why?"

"Said that the relationship has no long-term potential." Rey answered. "Thought it would be best if we broke up now instead of getting hurt later on…"

"Aw geeze…" Nick repeated as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, bro..."

"Hey don't be," Rey reassured. "Maybe he had a point…we weren't going anywhere…" He paused. "…but…it doesn't hurt any less…"

"Yeah," Nick nodded. "Well, geeze…wish I can help, Rey…"

A thought crossed his mind. "Hey actually, there might be a way! There's this tiger at the ZPD, he doesn't talk about females and doesn't seem to be interested in them. I think he could—"

"Thanks Nick," Rey interrupted, knowing what his brother was thinking of doing. "I appreciate it, but I think I'll put the boyfriend thing on hold for the moment and focus on something else."

"Like what?"

"Well…" Rey thought for a minute. "Like getting a loan to buy a building for the restaurant."

"Oh you finally found a building?"

"I sure did! You ought to come over and see it sometime. I mean it can use a little fixing up, but I think it's perfect."

"Well all right," Nick agreed. "But considering how many are swooning over this tiger, I doubt he'll be single for long."

Rey couldn't help but smile at Nick's remark. "Speaking of which, how's it going with your job?"

"Oh it's great!" Nick's voice heightened with excitement. "Carrots and I managed to solve those jewel heist cases over at Savannah Square."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! Turns out the masterminds of the heist were a couple of sweet kangaroo mothers."

Rey sat up. "Seriously?!" He gasped in astonishment. "How did they manage to do that?"

"Well first off they would talk with the employees, distracting them from looking down while the joeys would slip out of their pouches to swipe the jewels and then hide them in the pouches."

Rey shook his head in disgust. "Teaching them how to commit crime…that's something no mother ought to teach their kid…"

"You got that right…" Nick agreed. "Hopefully these two mothers will get some parenting lessons in the local prison."

"Well that's great," Rey smiled. "Taking down thieves, putting away psychotic sheep, shutting down street racers, I'm proud of you, Nick!"

"Well, it's not just me," Nick replied. "Carrots has a great knack for picking up the small clues and details at the crime scenes. But don't tell that to her, you know how she gets."

"Right," Rey chuckled.

"Yeah, like there was this one time…"

The two fox brothers spent the rest of the hours just talking on the phone with each other, sharing stories about their workplaces and events that had happened to them during the day.

"And so I asked her if it was spelled A-M-Y," Rey was finishing up a story, "and then she says, 'No it's A-Y-M-I-E.'"

"Whoa!" Nick laughed in astonishment. "You need to take a nap after spelling out that name!"

"Tell me about it," Rey laughed as well. He glanced up at the clock. "Anyway, I think I ought to get to bed now. Gotta get up early and try for the loans."

"Right," Nick agreed. "Oh hey, we still up for some Bug-A-Burger on Friday?"

"Nick, you know there is no way I'd miss our traditional sibling dinner."

"Just checking."

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

"OK, great! Well good night then. Good luck on getting the loan!"

"Thanks Nick. Love you, little bro."

"Love you too, Rey."

Rey hung up the phone, still smiling at the jokes and stories Nick had told him. Climbing into bed, he realized that he didn't feel that bad about the breakup anymore after talking about it with Nick. Still a small twinge of despair still resided inside him, causing him to wonder if he was the one who did something wrong in the relationship with Kyle that caused the breakup or if he will ever get the loan he needs to open his restaurant.

Rey mentally shook his head. He shouldn't be worrying about these kinds of things before sleep. Instead he tried to focus on his chat with Nick. He closed his eyes, a small smile on his face as he allowed his mind to wander back to happy memories resulting in a peaceful sleep.

Miles away in a small apartment a television was blaring infomercials but its viewer was not paying any attention to them. Instead the viewer was face down on the couch, snoring lightly. The viewer was a slender built weasel with brown fur and wearing a white sleeveless shirt and black shorts. The phone in the apartment began to ring, causing the sleeping weasel to stir.

"Mmph?"

The phone continued on ringing, causing the weasel to lift his head up, blinking away the sleep.

"Ugh," The weasel groaned as he got up from the couch and shuffled towards the phone, kicking away the old takeout boxes in his path. Reaching the phone, he picked up the receiver and growled.

"Whad'ya want?!"

"Dad?"

The weasel became alert at the sound of a familiar voice.

"David?"

"Dad!" The voice cried out in terror. "I need help!"

"Why? What's wrong?" The weasel felt fear course through him at the sound of his son's terrified voice. "Where are you?"

"I-I don't know," His son stammered. "I've never been in this area before!"

"OK, OK, calm down," The weasel tried to calm his son and also himself. "Try to find a public building and get in there ASAP! You hear me, David?"

Suddenly he heard a thump sound, the sound of a phone being dropped.

"David?! David! Are you okay?! David! Answer me!"

He froze in horror when a new voice replied.

"Duke Weaselton, is it?"

"What's it to ya'?!" The weasel snarled in the phone. "What are you doing to my son?!"

"David can't come to the phone right now…" The voice spoke in a low growl, "and if you value your miserable life, I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut."

"Who the hell is this?!" The weasel yelled into the phone. "What have you've done to my son?!"

The only answer given was the tone dial. Duke's eyes widened in horror.

"No…NO!"

He immediately dialed his son's phone number, clenching his paw into a fist as he listened to the phone ring once…twice…thrice…

There was no answer.

"Damnit!" He slammed the phone down and began to pace around his apartment, biting down upon his paw as thoughts ran through his mind…each one more terrible than the last.

He glanced out of his apartment window to stare down at the streets of downtown Zootopia.

Somewhere in the city his son was being held captive and the worried father had no idea where he was or who had taken him.

For the first time in a long time, he felt helpless.

With a growl, he immediately headed for the door.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…"