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Chapter 1

Chief Bogo sat sat his desk with a contemplative expression on his face. There were two files in front of him that had garnered his attention for far too long. The two pictures on the front was of a white fox and a gray rabbit. The fox held a more relaxed position with a smile curling at the edge of his muzzle, one side of his uniform's collar unfolded. The rabbit looked stern, her violet eyes burning through the camera and her uniform pristine. He was very hesitant of his next decision. This could very well end the careers of two very capable officers. He sat there in indecision until he made a grab for his phone and dialed a very familiar number. It rang several times before a grouchy, deep voice answered.

"What do you want?"

"Father," Bogo said. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Junior," the original chief Bogo said reassuringly. "You know what you're getting into. If things get too out of hand separate them and give them a light slap on the wrist. They should be able to at least function together."

"Father," Bogo sighed. "When Hopps saw Wilde, she said 'Hopps and Wildes don't work well in the same vicinity. I would kill him as soon as I got close.'"

"Then she better suck it up," Bogo senior huffed. "What happened twenty years ago isn't going to affect the precinct today." Bogo's father was silent for quite a bit. Bogo was about to hang up when his father spoke up softly.

"If I can't get the parents to get along, then maybe you can get their children to."

Bogo smiled briefly before saying goodbye to his father and placing the phone on the receiver softly. With renewed faith, he signed the document. Wilde and Hopps were now officially partners.

The next day

Frost and David Wilde walked into the precinct with only one of the brothers wearing a uniform. David Wilde wore a pair of aviators and a casual t-shirt with jeans. Frost Wilde wore the tight form-fitting ZPD uniform that was popularized by Judy Hopps with a tactical vest to carry his extra gear. It has become custom for David to accompany Frost to work every morning for one reason. It was yellow with black spots and is fast on her feet. The receptionist Tiffany Clawhauser, or his girlfriend/fiancé. A far cry from her parents, Tiffany was lithe and fit. She would tell the story of how her parents met and laugh heartily about it. Which is understandable considering they met at a donut eating competition. Frost has seen them and wonders how their children are so fit.

Tiffany was an excellent field officer of two years and still would be if not for one glaring problem.

Her left arm, or lack thereof. She lost it in an explosion ten months ago while she was Frost's partner. They both got messed up in that incident , but her wounds were more permanent. Still wanting to be on the force, she decided to take her father's job as receptionist. Frost was back on field duty after three months of critical care and physical therapy. Tiffany waved the two brothers over and greeted them cheerfully.

"How you boys been doing?" She asked, looking from Frost to David.

"You should know," Frost said flatly. "You were at our house last night." It was common for Tiffany to sneak into their house at night. The guards have literally asked for a raise for the amount of times they had to chase her and eventually their parents just told the guards to let her through. She tries to "sneak" into their house still but once she's actually in, all subtlety gets thrown out the window.

"Was not!" She argued hotly.

"You seem to forget that me and David's beds are against the same wall," Frost said with a raised brow. "Not that it mattered. You're both as loud as a herd of raging Bogos." He glared at his brother as he was half to blame why he could not have a full night of sleep.

David gave Frost an apologetic look and leaned over the desk to kiss Tiffany goodbye. "Gotta run little bro!" He slapped Frost's shoulder hard as he brushed past him towards the door. "Manager's gonna tear me a new one if I'm late again." He blew his girlfriend kisses as he left, almost bumping into Senior Officer Wolford. "Sorry Ben!" The wolf shook his head as the red fox passed him and walked over to the cheetah and white fox.

"Late for another meeting?" Wolford asked as he took a sip of coffee. Wolford was an officer when Frost's father was an officer himself and has been watching over the young fox for years. "Don't blame him. My uncle is a dick."

"Well, he's' not as mean as Lauren Hopps," Tiffany shivered. "That doe has some serious anger management problems."

"Nah, she's just pent up," Frost chuckled. "As soon as she gets herself a mate she will be more tame."

"But that doesn't stop her from being-" Wolford stopped in mid sentence as he noticed a figure that casted a short shadow with long ears behind him.

"Doesn't stop me from being a what, Wolford?" A voice said in a commanding voice. Frost, Tiffany, and Wolford turned their attention to the rabbit that just entered Precinct 1's doors. She looked very similar to her mother, except for her darker gray paws and dark gray spot over one eye. Her violet eyes scanned the three of them and stopped on Wolford, awaiting his response.

"Um, well?" Frost saw the gears in Wolford's head turn furiously for an answer. "Fr-from being the best officer on the force!" Frost and Tiffany cringed at the over enthusiastic exclamation. Lauren didn't seem to care and gave the aging wolf a malicious grin.

"That's what I thought," she huffed and continued to the bullpen without another word.

"Bitch," Tiffany said flatly.

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Frost and Wolford sat clear on the opposite side of the bullpen from Lauren Hopps. For some strange reason she hated Frost like one of those anti-predator groups that march around Zootopia to petition shock collars. When he tried to make friends with her on his first day she drop kicked him into the podium, which caused it to shatter. She progressively got more violent the longer he stayed at the precinct. It reached a pinnacle point a month before he was injured and most of the officers signed waivers so that would not have to be partners with her. The only field officer that hasn't signed one yet was himself and Wolford. The two canines were already partners and did not find any reason why they should be separated. Wolford may be nearing his sixties, but they work at an average level. Frost will sadly admit that Wolford holds him back, but he is a really good friend and that's more important than what kind of cases you get.

He found his gaze roaming to Lauren, the gray rabbit sitting at the front of the bullpen. She always took the most dangerous cases, and came back with a brutally beat suspect. She was a ruthless cop, more than necessary. And the littlest of the things can set her off. Like a white forest fox blankly staring at her. Frost was about to scramble out of his seat when she locked eyes with him when Chief Bogo walked into the room.

"Seat Hopps," he said on his way to the podium. He proceeded to give out assignments until Wolford, Frost and Lauren were the only ones without any directions.

"Wolford, parking duty," the wolf shrugged as a lioness tossed him the bright orange vest. Bogo held his hand up before she could toss the second one to Frost. "No need for that, Sherri."

The whole room was confused. Frost always went with Wolford. They were partners. They all looked at Bogo with confused expressions.

"Officer Wilde will be Officer Hopps' new partner." Someone in the room began playing satirical funeral music. Frost snapped his head around at Wolford, who was holding his phone up.

"What?" He asked. "You're already good as dead.