A/N I have to rewrite the story and have gotten rid of an aspect I myself disliked. Hope you enjoy

The streets were strangely quiet in the Zootopian morning. Nick Wilde, former con-artist and cop; was quietly munching down on some Beetle jam toast, reading the morning's paper without any interest.

"More and more Hexillions captured and publicly executed by the Holy ritual day by day," Nick mumbled.

His fur sticking on end. He looked up out his window and saw a few armoured figures walking the streets, all paws on their sword hilts. A giant golden cross on their chest plates. Nick scoffed at their uniform and how stupid it looked in the modern day. 'Well if they weren't wearing that armour they'd be dead by now' Nick thought happily to himself. He would be more than pleased to take down this awful organization. He couldn't of course as any rebellion would be taken down as soon as the Holy ritual heard about it. Sighing, Nick got up and walk towards his room. But before he reached it he flicked his wrist towards the kettle on the stove. Instantly fire danced out of his paw and onto the stove, lighting it and starting to boil the kettle.

Nick grabbed his police uniform and slung it around his back and putting his arms in both holes. The vulpine looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't focused on his messy fur or how there was a jam stain on his belly, but only focused on the big Hexagon traced on the right of his chest. He traced a finger on it, remembering the times when his father taught him about his Hex.

Buzz Buzz

The buzzing of his phone interrupted his memories. He looked at the dresser where his phone was and looked at the caller ID

Carrots

Smirking he made his way to the phone, picked it up and accepted the call

"Morning carrots, miss me so much you call me at five hmmmm?" He teased at his favourite bunny, best friend and partner.

"Nick where are you?!" Judy's voice spoke sounding hurried, ignoring his earlier statement.

"What do you mean? It's five-thirty." The fox asked curiously, doing up the buttons on his shirt.

"Nick it's seven o'clock, almost roll call! Where are you?!." Judy asked.

His eyes widened in realization.

"Shit! I'll be there soon!" And with that Nick hung up and hurriedly got dressed into his police blues and did his best to get the jam out of his chest and ruffling down his fur.

After Nick was done with that he jogged out of his room and into the living room. On the table where two cups of coffee in takeaway coffee mugs, the kettle next to them and seeming to be empty. Smirking to himself he then picked them up and proceeded to the door.

Once out of the cheap apartment he jogged down the street with his two cups of coffee. Looking at his watch he swore. He was never going to make it to debrief like this. Looking around he couldn't see any Holy ritual knights. Grinning to himself he stepped into a nearby shadow. Almost instantly he disappeared, the only thing left were two black, almost invisible misty orbs were his eyes where. Nick stayed there, veiled in the shadows, only a trained eye would be able to spot him.

It was cold every time he Shadow-warped

Nick searched out with his mind, looking for a picture of the police precinct in his memory. Almost instantly a face of Chief Bogos angry face popped up in his head. Yelping Nick then found himself in Chief Bogos office, in a shadow in the corner of the room. The towering Buffalo was hunched over on his desk going through papers and muttering. Holding his breath Nick stayed there, not knowing what to do. If he shadow-warped again he could pass out, he was tired already and needed the cup of coffee in his paw. Knowing that both cups of coffee was cold he decided to sneakily put one digit in one cups entrance where your mouth goes and summoned a little flame that went in, he did that to the other cup. Before the coffee could boil and make to much noise he distinguished them. He had to get out of this shadow or the coffee would get cold again.

Fuck it

The tod then warped to a shadow outside the precinct. Getting out of the shadow he collapsed on one knee. A wave of tiredness rolling over the fox. Grunting he got up and took a big swing of his coffee. Almost instantly he felt less tired, all thanks to a special drop he prepared in his coffee. Yet still tired he walked slowly out of the alleyway, and bumped into something fully clad in metal, making the sound of metal clanking. The tod looked up to see a Holy ritual Knight staring down at him.

Well, that's what Nick thought the stupid looking knight was doing as he couldn't see the eyes of the mammal.

"Watch where you're going fox, Or do I have to apprehend you?" The stupid knight said in a cold monotone voice.

Nick really wanted to scorch this idiot, but he knew if he did he would be publicly executed.

Mentally sighing he replied.

"I am terribly sorry sir I just woke up and walking to work I didn't see you there, I hope you can forgive me for my terrible behaviour." He acted.

Grunting the Knight carried on walking, eyeing people.

Sighing Nick then did his best to get to roll call as fast as possible.

Judy's going to kill me

I'm going to kill that fox

Judy thought, foot thumping against her chair as she stood looking at the door.

He was five minutes late but luckily the chief hadn't burst through the door yet.

When I get my hand on that fox he will regret he was born

Just as the doe thought that the door opened to reveal a tired looking fox who had some fur sticking out in some places, his tie undone and he appeared to be shivering. All angry thoughts disappeared at the sight of the dreadful looking fox as she looked at him with worry.

The fox tried to jump up onto the seat but failed and fell on his tail, almost spilling over the two coffee cups in his paws.

"Nick are you alright?" The doe asked, looking down at the fallen fox.

The red vulpine looked up tiredly and just nodded once, then he got up and jumped up again, this time more successful and seemingly higher. He walked past Judy and plopped down on the massive chair, he looked even more tired than before as he flopped his muzzle on top of the table and let out a breath through his nose. He then gave a sideways glance at the rabbit and gave a tired smirk.

"Coffee?" He slurred, holding up a velvet paw with Judy's coffee in it.

His paw seemed to shake the longer it held up the hot beverage so Judy took it from his paw and looked at him with worry. The fox's paw slumped down on the table, next to his cup of coffee.

He then closed his eyes and let out another pent up breath, which the rabbit thought looked cute, but she'd never say that to the fox.

"Nick are you ok?" Judy asked again.

The fox just gave her a hum. She sipped the coffee while still staring at the tired fox.

She was surprised that the coffee was hot like it just got made.

"Nick, how is this coffee hot like it just got made? Did you buy it?" She asked. Knowing full well he made his own coffee.

The fox lifted an eyelid and looked at the rabbit.

"No, I made it." He tiredly slurred.

"Then how is it so hot?" She probed. The fox shrug in reply

"I have my ways." He said with a little smirk.

Before she could ask the massive Buffalo made his way to the room, instantly the room filled with banging and cheers as their chief entered the bullpen.

The noise made the napping fox whine in annoyance and sleepily raise his arms to cover his eyes, again a cute display to the rabbit.

"Alright quite!" The buffalo shouted.

After everyone settled down Bogo shuffled some papers and went through them.

"I got some files on the docket today that need to be looked at." He spoke, giving files to officers.

"Wilde, Hopps." He said, making the rabbit to perk her ears and the fox to open an eye and perk one ear up as before they were laid back.

"Wilde you look like shit today." The chief spoke, making some officers snort in amusement.

The buffalo was probably expecting some snarky reply but all he got was an almost inaudible hum again.

"Hopps why is your partner as tired as he is?" The buffalo's bland question pointed at the rabbit, the rabbit looked at the tired fox who looked back at her with his tired emerald eye and she shrugged.

"I have no clue sir he just came here tired as if he hadn't gotten any sleep at all," Judy responded. Bogo just snorted, grumbled a few things and then spoke to the fox.

"Wilde you are no good to the team if you can't even keep an eye open." At that he smashed a hoof, making the poor tod jump from his seat, then collapses again.

"Hopps, if you would so kindly take our sleepy officer to his house, and you will not come back from the station."

"But sir! What about the case?" The rabbit asked they were both assigned a case about huge amounts of power coming from an unknown source about 30km away from Zootopia.

"I will give it to the detectives, and you and your partner have been working nonstop, you need a break." The buffalo reasoned. Judy was about to reply but closed her mouth, grabbed a practically sleeping fox and walked to the massive doors.

"Oh and Hopps." The chief said, making the rabbit with a fox leaning on her turn around.

The chief gave a very fake cheery smile

"If Wilde is faking this, remind him if I find out, HE WILL HAVE PARKING DUTY FOR A MONTH! Understood?" The chief asked, turning from calm to furious to calm again, the rabbit doe nodded and made her way out of the door

"Niiiiiiiiiiiiick!" The rabbit doe whined as she tried to carry the heavy fox up his apartment staircase. The tod had passed out in the car ride to the apartment block and the fox wouldn't wake up, even after the threat of eating all his blueberries. Sighing as she was finally at his door she searched around in his pockets for his keys. Her paw brushed up against something that made the doe blush, and the small moan that came from the fox made it deepen.

"Sweet cheese and crackers," Judy whispered, her face burning up. Once finding the keys she opened the door and waddled inside with a fox on her shoulder. After dumping the fox on his bed she sighed in relief and stood back, panting for breath after carrying the heavy fox up many stairs. She looked around the room. It was nothing special, very clean with no clothing or rubbish is seen anywhere not only in the room but the whole apartment, it almost looked like it was brand new. There were also some pictures on the wall. One was a picture of a fox family. A red vixen of light red fur was looking down as well as a dark red fox tod, both looking at a little fox kit, smiling brightly at the camera. Snow was in the picture and the drops were frozen, as if freezed in time. The fox kit was wearing a green puffer jacket and a long blue scarf. The vixen was wearing a long beige coat with a beanie on her head, and the fox tod was wearing a very fashionable black suit, with a white undershirt, and a tie that looked very familiar, it was a dark purple with pink lines going across it. Before she could ponder another picture caught her eye. It was a picture of her, wearing her pink flannel shirt and light blue denim jeans, exactly what she wore under the bridge years ago during the Nighthowler case. She also had one her very wide-brimmed straw hat. She was sitting on a fence overlooking the Hopps farm and crops. The light was shining a brilliant orange hue, signalling the picture was taken either sunrise or sunset, she had her head turned to the camera with a smile on her face.

Judy found it sweet he had a picture of her on his wall and then continued looking at the last one. The last one was just a large piece of paper with a sketch on it, the sketch looked like a little business shop, above the door was a sign saying

'Wilde and son's Suit-topia' Leaning her head sideways-Like a canine- She looked at it confused. A groan from the bed snapped her out of her thoughts as her ears sprung up. As she looked at the fox he had curled into a ball and was hugging a pillow. Somehow he had unbuttoned his uniform top and it lay to the side all wrinkled up.

Judy had to admit it was a cute sight to see, and the look of the curled up fox, shirtless hugging a pillow somehow made it welcoming and making her want to jump into the curled up fox and sleep. A blush set in at the thought as she snapped out of it.

She picked up the crinkled up t-shirt and decided to wash and iron it as it smells heavily of fox musk-Which she secretly loved- and somehow a bluish white jam stain on the inside of the t-shirt. Sighing once again she set off to work.