"I'm bored..." sighed ZPD's only fox. "I know, you've only reminded me of that fact a million times." "Yeah well make it a million and one, I'm bored." The day was the latest of a long string of quiet days. While most would rejoice that the world was calm and peaceful, for those who lived to fight, such peaceful days were somewhat dreary. After all, anyone sitting on a chair day in and day out waiting for a call that never comes would tend to go mad. Every tick-tock of the clock seemed to taunt them, moments became eternities. Eventually evening rolled around unable to defy the restless motion of time, though if it could, it felt as though it would. One by one the officers left until only Nick and Judy were left. Still they stayed, after all cases usually appeared when one expected it the least. However as time went on nothing changed. Finally Judy got up. "Alright, we're going." she exclaimed. Without a word the fox followed and the station fell dark.
"I'm hungry." growled the bunny. "Wanna go grab a bite?" inquired the fox. "Hmm, Mr. Wilde, could you be… asking this poor little frail dumb bunny out for a date?" faking a shocked expression. "Well…" Started Nick picking up where she had left off "I already had a date planned with Cynthia, Martha oh and don't forget about Caroline… But I think I can maybe make time in my very very busy schedule for a dumb bunny." Cheered up she hit him in the ribs. "Alright mister player, where shall we go?" she asked snaking her arm around his and leaning on him. Their relationship had come a long way since they had met and while it was currently on a blurry undefined line they were comfortable, enjoying each others presence. The pair ultimately settled on a small but famous family restaurant run by rats. "Hey Nick?" the rabbit started as they waited for their meals, "Here's what I don't understand, if Mr. Big let you be one of them, why did you sell him a skunk butt rug? I mean you had to know what would happen..." The fox did not answer immediately however as his gaze seemed to go off in the distance. "Don't tell me you needed the money to woo some vixen?" the bunny continued. "Actually…" he started softly surprising her, he had the same tone he had had when he had told her about his childhood and she knew she was treading on a sensitive topic. "I needed money to bury my mom… I was broke and I didn't want her to just rot away in a dark back alley..." he finished gently. "Oh… I'm sorry..." the bunny apologized. "It's alright, foxes don't live as long as bunnies. I guess that's why we think so fast, to make up for the time we don't have." "...Well Nick Wilde, you're not dying anytime soon!" her bossy tone betrayed her concern and he couldn't help but grin. "Course I'm not." "...But why sell a rug to Mr. Big, wouldn't he have lent you the money?" "Mr. Big doesn't know." "Huh? Why didn't you tell him?" she asked confused. "I couldn't possibly let someone else pay for my ma who always looked after me, even when I asked her to buy me something as stupid as a ranger's uniform." "Nick…" she started and took his paw into her own. "I..." while she didn't finish, he knew what she was going to say and he smiled deftly intertwining their fingers. "What is it Mrs. Hopps? Were you about to say something?" he taunted keeping her from pulling her hand back, the red rising to her cheeks. "Sly fox..." she muttered under her breath. "Dump bunny." he teased back.
"Will you come in tonight?" she asked standing at her door. He seemed to ponder for a bit. "Nah, you know foxes don't enter bunnies den's, it's a tradition that's persisted for millenniums, I wouldn't want to be the one to rupture such a long and illustrious tradition." prompted her to roll her eyes. He had never stepped into her small apartment. Was it because he was a fox and she a bunny? Was it because it was a symbol in their relationship he wasn't ready to pass? Or was there another reason she didn't know? Whatever the case was she accepted it, Nick was a complex, hard to discern person, but she trusted her partner, he was honest and loyal with her and she knew it. "You're my fox, so be careful." she said as she held him tight. "Yes, yes." he chuckled. "And no speeding either." she called out as he waved his hand walking down the hall. She looked out the window as the unmistakable 67 Shelby V8 came into life and drove him away.
Hey guys! I wasn't planning on writing this, much less posting it, but I've thought about the story so much I figured, what the hell, someone might enjoy it. This is just the beginning, I don't know how long it'll take for me to write another chapter, how many there will be, but I'll do my best! Unlike my other stuff this is half between a story and a script for the next Zootopia, so it may feel slightly different, hopefully not in a terrible way. Let me know what you think! Cheers.