WHOA! More than 70 favorites and more than 1,500 views in three days! This is crazy! Thank you! So, here is second chapter.
Disclaimer: You know already…
He knew from the start that Nick Wilde would be a bad influence, not only on Judy Hopps, but the rest of the force as well.
Which it all equaled to a major migraine and his head will not take it any longer.
Just after they came back from the vacations the duo fooled him into giving them, he promised himself he wouldn't be fooled like that ever again or to never give that team parking duty for as long as he lived. But the migraines had gotten worse after that incident. Now they came and went just like wind.
But today's migraine, he will blame it on Officer Wilde.
That skunk butt was worth ten migraines all together. Bogo was getting sick of the fox's pranks and jokes. Like, for example, finding out that said fox had hidden a chocolate bar on Bogo's chair. His pants were covered in chocolate afterwards and he had to explain 'No, it's not bullshit, mister, its chocolate' for the rest of the day. Thing was, he had no way to prove it, but he was pretty sure it was the fox. There was no accurate evidence on the crime scene to prove it was Wilde, therefore, it could have been anyone. But then again, he was pretty sure it was the fox.
That was yesterday. Today, he found a letter on his desk in said fox's handwriting.
Sorry about yesterday, Buffalo Wings.
XOXO
XD
That nasty… little… shit. Oh, how much he desired to break Wilde's perfect little teeth. 'Very original nickname, Wilde, very original…' He thought as he threw away the paper into the trash can. He grabbed a couple of case files and directed himself towards the conference room. Once he opened the doors, he placed the files over his desk. But none of the officers seemed to pay attention except Judy Hopps.
"Quiet! Damn it!" Bogo shouted. Almost instantly, all officers quieted down and paid attention. "Now," He opened the first file. "First things first. Yesterday we talked about…"
There was a faint chuckle, but Bogo ignored it. He sighed inwardly. "Yesterday we talked about…" Another chuckle and this time, several officers followed. "Quiet!" He scanned the room, looking for the little clown, but found no one who looked suspicious. Aside from the fox…
He was about to speak when Wilde beat him to it. "So, chief, did you clean your pants yesterday?" Laughter broke around the officers. Judy covered her face, but it was obvious she was laughing at her partner's comment. They all laughed, but Bogo could only think 'shameless little bastard.'
Bogo was tempted to get his Taser and electrocute the smart mouth fox. Yep, he was a bad influence on the rest of the force. "You know perfectly well that was chocolate! You placed it in my chair!"
Nick frowned. "Are you sure, sir? It was well placed in your behind. I, personally, don't think it was chocolate what got in there."
"So you didn't do it?" Bogo asked carefully, although he knew it was the fox.
"Sir, I will never shit for you."
The laughter did not ceased as Nick Wilde sat there with a smug, challenging smile. There goes the migraine again. But Bogo was not one to back down. Oh no, sir! He will be sipping ice cold margaritas in hell before he allowed Wilde to win this one.
"I see." He stayed quiet. The officers' laughter ceased when they noticed that Bogo had said or done nothing against the fox. That was never good news. "First case." He simply said.
Some officers glanced in pity at the oblivious fox. What kind of fate it awaited him, they were not sure. But they did know it was going to be a horrible one.
OOO
Judy and Nick sat down on one of the tables in the cafeteria with their launches and smoothies. Judy's was made of strawberries and mango and Nick's was just simple creamy vanilla.
"Nick, that was evil, what you did to chief Bogo. He could have gotten you fired!" Judy argued.
"Yeah, I know. But remember I was a con artist. I knew I could get away with it without leaving evidence behind."
"You left him a 'sorry' letter!"
"Exactly. I said sorry."
"You called him buffalo wings…" Judy whispered so other officers could not hear.
Nick chuckled. "Yeah, well, it was meant as an endearment nickname. If he took it the other way around, it's not my problem."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he just decided to sit over your head and suffocate you." Judy glared as she took a bite of her veggie sandwich.
Nick shrugged. "He loves me too much to do so." He started to sip on his vanilla smoothie. "This tastes pretty good."
"Mine too." Judy said as she sipped on her smoothie as well.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Chief Bogo sat down beside Judy and smiled. He actually smiled. "I hope you like your lunch." He said.
"Thank you, sir. Likewise." Judy said.
Bogo had a sandwich with a large smoothie. "This smoothies are very good. Very natural."
"Yeah. My parents make some pretty good ones too. You should try one of them someday." Judy said with a large smile.
"Maybe I should." Then, Bogo turned to Wilde with an out of character smile. "How is your smoothie?"
"Pretty good. Although, it tastes different. I think they added too much vanilla."
Some officers saw Bogo sitting on the same table as Nick Wilde, so they couldn't help but to look. And hear the conversation.
"Are you sure that's vanilla?" Bogo asked a little worried.
"Yeah. Looks like it, tastes like it, smells like it. It's vanilla." Nick said as he took another sip.
"Are you sure it's vanilla and not bird poop?" Bogo asked with a smirk.
Nick stared wide eyed at the buffalo. Judy covered her mouth in shock and the entire crowd of eavesdropping officers gasped. Nick looked down at his smoothie and felt a strange sensation rising up his throat. He covered his mouth and sprinted towards the bathroom. The crowd stayed silent as Bogo rose up, taking his tray with him. "Don't worry." He said to Judy. "It was just extra vanilla to make it look thick and weird. He'll get over it. I think." With that said, Bogo walked away from the table. The crowd made way for him to pass in silence as he directed himself towards the office. For once, he was glad the migraine was gone as satisfaction replaced it.
Oh, yeah. Nobody messed with Chief Bogo and get away with it…
…you might find some real bird poop in your next smoothie.
And there is your second chapter! I wasn't expecting so much love for this story. I certainly didn't plan to continue it. I have various ideas for it, but some ideas are welcomed as well. I don't think this will be a long story (I have another planned), but always feel free to review!