:-22:18PM, Thursday 23rd May, London-England-:
Judy loosened her tie and undid the top two buttons of her shirt with a heavy sigh. For the past week she'd been on one of her first cases abroad and, although it wasn't the most challenging it was defiantly on her list. A series of bank robberies that were fantastically planned and brilliantly executed, but to well enough, as top Investigatory Agent in Zootopia and one of the best in the USA, Judy felt entitled to crack the case as quickly and as simply as possible.
She threw her tie onto the back of the sofa and stopped briefly to check the modern clock hanging on the wall above the kitchen door. 'Eighteen minutes past ten.' The longest day she'd had to work so far and finally, her last. Her leer jet was prepped and ready to get her back to Zootopia at five tomorrow morning. Although the thought of going back home to where she felt comfortable, the thought of having to get up at five AM defiantly wasn't motivating.
After locking her hotel rooms triple lock door she began stripping out of her suit and down to her blue and white polkadot underwear. No matter what comes up now or how serious and professional of a persona she had to maintain outside of this hotel she is letting her real self come out; Fun, loving, happy and determined. She almost skipped down the hallway to her room and headed inside.
She grabbed her soft black dressing gown from the door and wrapped it around her before grabbing a notebook from the desk and heading back into the living room. She'd packed earlier this morning to save her the worry and now that the case was finally closed she could really focus on her new task. She had to organise a bodyguard to be with her 24/7, seven days a week, in and out of her home and everywhere she went. However, this was more by choice. Since her face had been over the news a lot recently and had cracked down on some of the most notorious gangs in Zootopia and now in London she was starting to attract the wrong sort of attention.
So far she'd found some quite good sounding organisations but they were almost too serious. She didn't want to be stuck with someone who had no fun side. A little humour here and there was never a bad thing. They had to be strong, intelligent, fast and intimidating but also fun and kind which defiantly wasn't an easy thing to find. She'd called up almost every single organisation, company or 'self employed', hireble guard and every single one had been unsuccessful. Every name was crossed off, accept for one.
'Nicholas. P. Wilde- Body guard for hire'. Judy sighed nad played with her pen between her thumb and index fingers, averting her gaze from the notepad to her phone beside the halogen desk lamp beside her. He was her last change. She pushed the thoughts and doubts from her mind and grabbed the phone from the desk,dialling the number into it.
:-16:18PM, Finnick's Boxing Club, City Center outskirts-:
"How's it goin' big guy?" Finnick asked, stretching his arms above his head as he strolled over to the surprisingly muscular red fox bombarding a punching bag with hard punches and angry grunts. "Hey Fin." Nick replied, sighing and stopping his session before drawing the bag into a gently hug. Nick was one of those rare mammals who respected everything and everyone one to a certain degree. Like this punching bag, he believed everything, living or inanimate, deserved respect.
"How's the sesh goin'?" He asked, strolling up to Nick and patting his lower back as Nick pulled off his gloves, his shirtless, muscular body lightly glistening with sweat in the dusty sunrays coming from the skylight windows. "Well, I feel like I just fisted a bag of leather for fifteen minutes if that's what your asking." Nick replied with a smug grin. "Yeah yeah, whatever smart ass, anyways I got that Judy chick on the phone for ya." Finnick sighed, lightly punching the larger fox's shoulder.
"Judy? Hopps? She's that ZPD agent right?" Nick asked, his interest peaking as he cracked his knuckles and firing a smirk at his smaller friend. "Why are you even askin'? Just... Phone's in the office, getcha' ass in there." Finnick ordered, not sounding amused. Nick sighed and shrugged before strolling off to the office in the corner of the gym. He wandered his way into the room and grabbed his phone from the desk with a sigh.
"This is Nicholas Wilde, how can I help you?" He asked in a calm and laid back tone but also a hint of seriousness. "This is Judy Hopps, I found your website and wondered if you were available. I'm looking for a body-guard that can escort me safely around Zootopia as well as in my home. It'll be a twenty-four-seven job, are you able?" She asked hopefully. A small smile crept slowly onto Nick's face.
"That I am. When will I be needed?" He asked, putting his paw on his hip. Judy let out a quiet sigh of relief which Nick stifled a chuckle at. "Well, my plane arrives at the airport at ten AM Saturday morning, I need you to meet me there, we'll discuss your pay then." She instructed. They both sounded equally serious, cold and professional. "That won't be necessary Miss Hopps, See you soon." He replied before hanging and turning to see Finnick standing in the door looking shocked.
"Your working for free!?" He yelled dumbfounded. "I have my reasons Fin." Nick replied simply, pocketing his phone and heading to the lockers. Finally a job he was looking forward to. Judy seemed like a very curious character, she acted serious, strong and tough lots like Nick did in his line of work. However, he could see through her mask and he could tell she needed him.
He unlocked his locker and grabbed out his black Adidas hoodie, pulling it on and flipping the hood up before locking it again. "Right then Fin I'm off, I'll see you later." Nick called as he strolled towards the doors. "Yeah alright big guy, take it easy." Finnick replied, taking his attention from the customer he was talking to, putting his paw up in farewell. Nick waved back before heading out of the gym, closing the door behind him.
He did feel a little bit bad for Judy, she'd been working her ass off in London only to have to come back to Zootopia at stupid O'clock in the morning, fly six thousand miles on a twelve hour flight and back to some gangs she'd unintentionally pissed off. Then again someone must've told her about the risks and the long hours so there was really no reason for him to feel bad. It's fourish in the afternoon now and his main priority right now is finding somewhere to get food.
He wasn't nervous or worried about how challenging his upcoming job would be but he was more excited by the thought of staying with such a popular, intelligent and very beautiful bunny. A sly grin spread across his face at the thought of it and he headed across the street to the nearest fast food place.