A/N: I am not sure if author's notes are even a thing anymore. Gosh it has been so long since I've written a fanfiction. College these past 2 years has been insane. Anyway, I won't bore you guys anymore, I doubt you're reading this note anyway aha. I don't blame you. Anyway, let me just start sharing what my imagination has to offer. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Honey, you need to finish taking a shower you know our water heater doesn't work so great anymore."

Mr. Jones always liked taking long showers; they relax him from a long, stressful day at the office. Mr. Jones worked as a high school principal at Jungledale High school. Zootopia's school district for 13 years loved Mr. Jones's work as a principal. He is respolisble, loyal, caring, and strict but not too strict. He is very much respected as well. Almost every teen that attends Jungledale appreciates him, most likely because he takes the time to get to know each of them. Teacher's respect him as well, although they do not appreciate his strict rules.

Mr. Jones's rules are as followed: no cursing in the hallways, teachers MUST be present at all times outside their classrooms during class transitions, no PDA (hugging, kissing, etc.) allowed in the hallway, no chewing gum, no breaking the dress code (which is basically no short shorts/skirts, no crop tops, pull your pants up, no gages, etc.), no smoking obviously, no fights (both physical and verbal), and during lunch breaks teachers must always be standing guard to keep everyone safe.

"Henry, I am leaving. Your car keys are on the kitchen counter and I started the coffee pot for you. I love you, have a good day. And remember please don't waste our hot water."

Mrs. Jones loved her husband very much. She would do almost anything for him. She always has his coffee brewing and his dinner made by the time he gets home. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were married almost 30 years and have 3 children. These were a family of tigers; strong and courageous animals of the wild, although the Jones's haven't seen any portion of the wild in person.

Mr. Jones finished up his shower and grabbed a clean, fluffy towel from the bathroom counter. He quickly dried his fur and then wrapped the towel around his hips.

Mr. Jones continued his normal daily routine at this point. As he was starting to brush his teeth he noticed something, or someone, in the mirror above the sink. Mr. Jones turned around and noticed this was indeed a someone. Unable to identify the gender of this individual, Mr. Jones did a quick scan on the body. This person was some sort of mammal, not a rodent. He or she was very large, had a long tail, and wore a black mask. They were also wearing a black biking jacket with "Zootopia's Badass" sewn into it. The outfit was complete with some jeans and leather boots along with biking gloves. Clearly this individual loved to ride bikes, but Mr. Jones wasn't familiar with anyone that liked to ride bikes, or at least anyone that knew where he lived. Most of his friends actually take the bus since Zootopia is easier to get around in a bus.

"Can I help you?" Mr. Jones nervously asked the individual.

BANG

Mr. Jones fell to the floor, still with a towel around his hips. The towel quickly was stained red, along with their new white tile stained with Mr. Jones's blood. He was shot straight into the heart, and only survived for 10 seconds before he finally bled to death. Since he was shot directly into the heart, it did not take him long to die. The individual took a knife and carved "revenge" into Mr. Jones's back.

Back at the Police Department…

"Thank you for calling ZPD police department, this is Officer Clawhauser how may I help you?"

It was a slow day for the police department, which is pretty rare. Considering that the weather was really rainy and cold outside, it looked as if the entire city of Zootopia did not feel like working today, not even the criminals.

"I'm sorry what happened?" Officer Clawhauser got immidetly worried. "Okay, thank you I will send an officer right away." Clawhauser hung up the phone and quickly dialed another number. "Officer Hopps, we have an emergency situation. Someone just called 911 and reported a murder on Weaston street in the Jungle District. Victim is a male Bengal tiger, no suspects reported, EMS vehicles are on route now."

Judy wasn't doing much at this point, just fooling around with her partner, Nick Wilde. But when she heard this she stiffened up. She, or Nick, has never dealt with something this serious before. Sure, they solved the mystery of predators disappearing and going savage, but this was very different. A life was lost, and isn't Nick and Judy supposed to save lives? Didn't they both pledge to both protect and serve? This was odd, and very scary for both of them.

"We need to leave now, Judy." Nick worriedly said. "We can't be scared, we need to be brave. Nick placed his hand on Judy's shoulder. "Come on, let's get out of here. Maybe it isn't as bad as you think.

Back at Mr. Jones's House (Which was a 4 Bedroom 2 Story House, Very Nice…)

EMS personnel were already flooding the house, along with poor Mrs. Jones's and her eldest son, Brian, both historically in tears. Nick and Judy enter the house with great caution, not to temper with any evidence by mistake with footprints or finger prints. Judy examined the house.

"This is a nice house, very well decorated. Mr. Jones's must have had a good job."

"Maybe." Nick agreed. "Or his wife made the money."

The house was very nice. Updated kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a flat screen TV, modern white furniture, a large brick fireplace, wood flooring, and a really cool fish tank that was attached to the wall.

"You scope the downstairs, I'll go upstairs." Judy declared. "I will radio you when I find the body."

Nick stared at Judy. "They didn't tell you where the body was? Just follow the EMS people I am sure they know where he is."

Judy squinted her eyes. "No, they did not tell me where the body is, and the EMS cannot go upstairs to find the body until I find it. Since Mr. Jones's died in his home, we have to come here first."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't the EMS go check and see if he is actually dead?"

"Yeah, that would be logical, but Zootopian laws are written strangely. Anyway, I'll radio you when I find the body." Judy slowly climbed the stairs to the top, finding the upstairs portion of the house empty. She started to get spooked a bit, shivering because she has never seen a murder victim up close before.

Judy opened the bathroom door and quickly yelped. She found Mr. Jones, lying in a pool of his own blood and the "revenge" carving in his back. She quickly radioed Nick to let him know she found the body.

Nick quickly rushed upstairs to help investigate. He felt an urge to vomit when he saw the body. "This...this is bad." Nick shuttered. "I've never seen this before, or really any murder case before."

Judy felt tears wanting to leak from her eyes, but she did everything in her power to remain professional. She turned over to Nick.

"We can find out who killed this man, I mean we have to. This man had a family."

Nick starred at the lifeless Mr. Jones. "Do we know anything about his life?"

Judy reviewed the report officer Clawhauser gave her. "I know he is a man with a wife and 3 children. That is all the caller provided us. The caller reported that Mr. Jones never showed up for work and she feared he was killed, but she never stated who she feared would kill him nor did she provide any information where Mr. Jones's worked."

Nick tapped his chin. "Did the operator ask for this information?"

Judy flipped through the report again. "Yes, but the caller just hung up, as if she was hiding something." Judy noticed the calling number was a 823 number, which would mean the caller was from the Artic district. "We need to back track this number and interview this person. In the meantime, we need to talk to the wife and the eldest son that is here. It would also be nice if we could possibly interview the other two children as well."