Hello reader !

First of all I'd like to thank and answer to the people who have left reviews.

To Foxlover91 : Thanks for your praise, nice to read positive reviews !

To Qsim0t0 : I'm glad you like my version of the Finnick/Judy interaction. I didn't really want to do anything different, it just came naturally in place. To be honest I was more afraid that the lore-dump on Nick's past would feel forced. As for Judy not being a law inforcement robot, I had to rewrite this part a bit. In the first draft, she was way more judging, but I didn't think it would fit in her relationship withe Nick and her potential friendship with Finnick.

Now, this chapter will be a bit long.

Though the first part of the chapter is important, it wasn't long enough to be a full chapter and I didn't want to cut Clawhauser's part in the middle.

I hope it won't be too confusing, have fun reading it !

It itched, it was stiff. It restrained his movement and he hated it.
Nick was wearing the tuxedo he had rented for the occasion. It was simple, black vest, black trousers, white shirt and a bow-tie he had asked Koslov to tie when he had arrived. Despite his looks, and annoyed expression, the white bear had complied, wanting everything to be perfect for the event. He himself had ironed his Clawdidas tracksuit for the occasion.

They were waiting near the limo that was parked in front of Judy's building while they were waiting for her. Nick was wondering how they looked like, discreetly looking around to see how people reacted. Most people switched curb as they so them.

We look like mobsters.

Nick took out his reflective-glasses and put on a confident grin, completing the picture.

Judy got out of her building. She was wearing a short pink dress over black leggings. It complimented her figure nicely. Nick clenched his jaw, happy that the glasses he wore concealed his staring.

"Hey Nick, you look foxy"

"You're not bad yourself, officer carrots" He opened the limo's door to her as any gentlemammal would have done.

The limo driven by koslov took them through the city, to tundratown, at Big's estate. They parked right in front of the habitation, a massive bear opening the car's door for them an leaning over them as they were making their way to the massive house's door, as to protect them from the falling snow.

They already had come there in another situation, they felt it was in another life. In Nick's case it was through. The house felt way more welcoming now, there were balloons and they could hear music playing the background. The bear led them into a large room. In the center was a large table where were hosted the festivities. Nick had missed the baptism, and FruFru had insisted he'd come to meet his godchild having sort of a ceremony for the occasion.

"Judyyyyy !" came a squeele. Frufru had jumped from the table into the doe's open arms. "Have you come to arrest my dad ?" It was her usual greeting joke.

"Not today. Not anytime soon I hope." she chuckled

"So do I" came a voice with an heavy accent. "How are you doing ?"

"Fine mister Big, and you ?" She gave him a kiss on each cheek that he returned.

"I'm doing well my dear."

The shrew turned toward the fox. "And you son ? How is life on the force treating you ?" They both kissed cheeks as the fox answered. "Better than the street."

"Then all is well."

"Come see your future godchild !" squeeled Frufru to the vulpine, grabbing him by a finger. He followed, going around the table.

The kits were minuscule in their cradle, even smaller than any of Nick's finger. That meant he had no way of holding them. He was relieved, he never knew how to handle kids this young.

"That's Judith, Vito and Nicholas." she pointed toward each toddler.

"Daw, Judy is so cute !" Nick had said, loudly enough so that his partner would hear it. He had put his paws on his cheek in an exagerated expression. He glanced at Judy that discreetly waved her fist at him, promising a punch to his shoulder.

"I know right ? They all are !" answered Fru-fru, oblivious to the joke.

They, and all the guests were assembled around the crib that had been put near an end of the table. Mr. Big was raising his glass, beginning his speach.

"To my grandchildren, Judith, Vito and Nicholas, a wish that they will live long and happily." Everyone raised their glasses.

"To their godparents, Judy, Frank, and Nick, who was introduced back to the Family." Everyone cheered. Nick gently kissed the forehead of his godson as was the tradition in the family.

"And to the Family, may it stay strong and prosper." They all drank.

Judy wasn't sure she should drink to the health of the biggest crime family in the city, but then again, Fru Fru was like a sister to her, and she really liked mister Big.

"So now, it's official" said Nick to mister Big. "I'm forgiven." He had understood the real reason he was the kid's godfather, beyond the fact that he had greatly helped the predator cause, and that he was friend with Fru Fru too, Was that the mob boss wanted him back into the family.

"You still owe me a wool rug."

The fat Cheetah was at his desk. It had been a good work day. Well half-day. He had come to work at 2AM, covering for the end of the nightshift. The officer had had a bad case of food poisonning and had to go to the hospital. It was supposed to be Clawhauser's day off.

But he didn't mind, having been promissed a full day off in return of him coming for only half a shift.
There was a bit of a problem though. The cheetah was hungry. And he was his full cheerful self when he was hungry. He was only half-cheerful.

But he didn't mind, he was trying a new diet, and what better way to start it than missing on a few delicious, suggary, sweet, glazed donuts.

Only an hour and he would be able to pack up, go home for a quick night and get on with his free day. He took out his phone, browsing through furbook when a voice came from the emergency radio.

"Patrol 1123, Wolford speaking. We have a 11-81, with 11-41 at the angle of the 48th and 51th in downtown District. Looks like a 481, 505 with possible 502. We're on pursuit on the 51th."

Accident caused by a possibly drunk drive, passengers of another car needed rescue. Clawhauser immediately reacted, sending an ambulance at the place of the incident. The officers were pursuing the perp.

"10-4 1123, do you require assistance ?"

Another voice came from the radio.

"Patrol 1258, Rhinowitz speaking. We have a 505 with possible 502 on the 51th, Sahara square. Beginning pursuit"

"10-4 1258"

Clawhauser pushed a switch on the radio, both car could now hear him and eachothers.

"Precinct One, Clawhauser speaking to 1123 and 1258. You're both on pursuit of the same 505. Be careful and good luck."

"10-4 Precinct One. Race you, 1258" came the excited voice of officer Wolford.

"10-4 Precinct One. Focus Wolford" answered the cold voice of RhinoWitz.

Clawhauser seperated back the channels with a nervous smile. He was always nervous when a code came in. That meant risks for his fellow officers. He loved them like family and couldn't bear to see harm come to them. But he was their lifeline, and he would never let them down. Better him on the front desk than anyone to support them.

He began filling the paperwork for his fellow officers, waiting for the radio to give him news. Hopefully good news. A few minutes later, the radio called again.

"Patrol 1123, Wolford speaking. We caught the 505. It was indeed a 502. 10-72 but everyone's fine, no 11-71. 390D, we had to tranq him. 11-42, we are bringing him in. And we won the race again 1258. Please note that this officer wants a raise. Over and out."

The drunk had taken out a gun but they had tranq'd him before he could use it.

"10-4, 1123" giggled the cheetah "Please don't overload the channel with the rest of your nonsense. Over and out." He switched channel. "Precinct One, Clawhauser speaking. The 505 has been apprehanded. You can get back to regular patrolling."

"10-4, Precinct One. Over and out."

Clawhauser sighed. Everything went fine. He had no reason to worry. The suspect had been armed but taken care of. The cheetah looked at the time again, only ten minutes had passed. He continued filling the paper, hoping what remained of the hour would pass quickly. He suddenly heard sound of hooves on the tiling coming from behind him. He didn't need to turned raound to recognize chief Bogo's step. He didn't lift his gaze, still filling his paper.

"Chief, how are you doing ?"

"Fine officer." He had concern in his voice.

"Do you need something ? Is everything alright ?" The cheetah didn't look around, still working on his paper, he liked to look professionnal when the chief was around.

"Yes and yes. Do you still have your network access to the record ?"

The cheetah lost a bit of his cheerfulness with the memories at his horrible time in the basement.

"Sure, you didn't order to revoke it yet."

"Could you look for and send me the file from this case please ?" He put a piece of paper with a reference number on it on the desk.

"Of course chief !" answered the feline, happy to be of use.

He immediately went into action, looking through the unkept database. He wondered why chief Bogo was staying here, looking over his shoulder. It made him a bit anxious. He also wondered why the chief didn't simply give him a call or send him a message. He was the chief, he if wanted to come down and see his officer, he could, but the absurd thought that the chief came here especially to see him made him giggle out loud.

"Found it sir ! Want me to print it ?"

"It won't be necessary. Send me the link in an e-mail."

The feline was about to get back to his paper but the chief hadn't move. He turned around.

"You're sure everything is alright sir ?"

The chief was holding an open box of donuts. All were the same so that the cheetah wouldn't have to choose which one he would eat first. He had remembered the party's lesson.
Every resolution he had for is diet flew away as the feline's stomach growled. He kept the squeeling to a minimum.

"Oh chief you shouldn't have !"

"You came to work on the night of your day off." stated the the buffalo.

He, like the other officers was always impressed by and a bit afraid of the cape buffalo.

Clawhauser knew that his colleague liked to joke about the chief being a big softy. But he never joked about it, because it was simply not true. To Clawhauser, the chief was simply a caring mammal, strong enough to push every officer to become the best version of themselves.

He took the box of donuts and gave one to the chief with a smile. The hooved mammal accepted it and then looked at his watch.

"You're out in thirty-four minutes. Have a nice day officer."

"Will do, chief"

The cape buffalo left, chomping on the donut. It was too sweet for his taste.

But he didn't care.

Clawhauser had just woken up. Home at 6:30 AM, he had taken a three hour nap, so he would still have the full day to himself. He stretched, bending in every direction, his fat figure more flexible than one could think at first glance. He took a quick shower, already thinking about the long the bath he would take in the evening. As a breakfast, he ate an only donut, not wanting to be sate for the brunch he was about to go to. He put on the clothes he had chosen the evening before. A light and dark blue square shirt with a jacket, and a simple jean. He took his satchel and threw it on his shoulder, ready to go. As he left, he heard the snorting of Wolford and MacHorn coming from each of their rooms.

As Clawhauser walked in the street, he happily waved at the people he recognized, mostly shop workers. They wave back, the chubby cat's good mood being really contagious.
He had taken the ZUG to Savannah Central, wlking in the hot street his distracted gaze flying from a thing to another. Suddenly he heard an enthousiast voice calling him from his right.

"Beeen !"

It was a lean and athletic female cheetah. She threw herself into Clawhauser's open arms. They hugged themselves tightly. She was a head taller than him.

"Oh, I missed you big guy."

"I missed you too little sis."

They split up and he looked at her.

"You've gotten bigger, Jenny" he giggled. "soon you'll be taller than me."

"You've gotten fatter, Ben" she answered " soon you'll be larger than me."

"I hear jealousy" he smiled, but he looked down to his belly with a worried look "Perhaps I did gain a bit though"

"If I remember well, I bought you those clothes."

"Yes ?"
"I chose them a bit tight on purpose" she put a hand on his shoulder, observing him. "They fit you perfectly. You've even lost a bit."

A huge grin brighten the chubby cheetah's face. "The diet's working." He liked himself as he was, the chubbyness didn't worry him and he knew some mammal found it attractive. Too bad most of them were hippos and elephant. But he was conscious of the medical risk that came with this body type.
They went inside a buffet restaurant name Tiana's Palace, specialised in food from New-Clawrlean. The officer had chosen it because he knew his sister loved spicy food. Him not so much, but there was lots of other pepper-free specialties.

The ceiling was so high, that they had to bend their neck to see it. Half of the walls were made of red bricks, the other were wooden, painted in a golden brown, and on them were hanged a multitude of paintings. Some of them had prices, patrons could actually buy them. But what impressed the most were the huge crystal and copper chandeliers.

"I'm not sure I can afford this place, Ben."

"You don't need to. I'm inviting you."

"With a cop salary ?"

"Do I need to remind you that I don't have a rent to pay and that I have two flat-mates that rent-out part of my flat ? Besides, I forbid you to deny me the pleasure of spoiling my little sis."

"Fine." she laughed "you'll make an unsufferable brat out of me."

"The damage is already done."

A waiter came and showed them their table. The settled their stuff, took a pair of plates and went toward the buffet. As he saw he sister eat, he was glad they restrained themselves from turning the meal into a competition. He wasn't sure he could have won.

"I can't understand where you put all this." he said, in amazement.

"Sports. Lots of it. If it was the season of competition, I wouldn't eat that much."

"You're still aiming for the Pawlympics ?"

"More than ever."

"Isn't fifteen a bit young for this ?" He joked.

"I'm seventeen since wednesday, and you know it."

"Yup, happy birthday little-sis" He took a big paper bag out of his satchel. Inside it was a craft-covered box.

"You shouldn't have Ben." she squeeled, opening the present. It was a shoebox. "No you didn't !"

Yes I di-id.

It was a pair of On Clawd. Her mouth was agape before the present.

"If you don't like it, I still have the receipt" She jumped at his neck, hugging him as all the other patrons were staring.

"Jenny, can't breathe." came his strangled voice. She let go and gave him a big smooch on the nose.

"You're the best brother ever".

It was more than sibling love between the two. Ben and Jenny's parents were hard working, and loaded, but barely present. As the big brother was ten year's older, he had mostly raised his sister himself, taking the responsability as serious as it could be. She was more strong-headed than he was, but her heart was just as big. As a result their link was unbreakable. Ben adored his sister and would have given her everything she wanted. All she wanted was to shine in his eyes, realizing her potential at the fullest.

"Seriously though, here is the receipt. If they don't fit you can switch for another pair until the end of next week. It's a gift, so do NOT look at the price."

They were back on the street, the chubby cheetah had paid for their meal, a sum that his sister didn't want to think about.

"Is it okay if we hit a couple of shops ? There is this new record-shop that I really want to see."

"Of course Ben. But no more gifts. I'm embarassed enough as it is."

"But it was only a teeny-tiny pair of shoes." pouted the tubby cheetah.

"I don't need to look at the receipt to know how much those cost. No. More. Gifts. Or else I'll have my coach give you a personnal training"

"How personnal ?" He had an unchaste grin on his face.

"You're impossible"

They first stopped at a pop-culture shop. There was a gazelle's figurine new series, and the big cat absolutely wanted one of them. Along with other memorabilias. He stepped into the boutique, humming a famous song from the aforementionned artist. He took his time browsing every Gazelle-related article. A tiger approached him.

"Can I help you sir ?" he asked in warm voice. The tiger was wearing a slim jean, and the shop's t-shirt, tight around his muscular build. The tiger reminded Clawhauser of Gazelle's back up dancers. Clawhauser had to fight to keep from staring.

"I wish you could, Joe" the cheetah had glanced at the nametag. "But I'm not really sure I now what I'm looking for"

"Perhaps I can be of counsel, then"

"Why not", smiled the plump cat. "If I was looking for something really particular about Gazelle, what in this store should grab my attention ?"

The tiger took a few steps looking around, took a mug and glanced at this client, hesitated and put it back.

"How much of a real fan are you ?"

"I possess a copy of the Magia album. First Pawlombian edition."

"Give me two minutes" The tiger disappeared through the door, going into the back of the shop.

"You found something interesting bro ?"

"Dunno yet, the clerk has gone to fetch something." a few seconds later, the ripped feline had come back with a box the size of a vinyl record. He presented it to the plump cat. It was some kind of framed enlarged picture of the magia's album cover. At second glance it was made of a lots of separated layer of different paper, making a nice embossed picture. Clawhauser squeeled, making every head in the shop turn in his direction.

"Oooooow, this thing must be hanged to my walls, how much is it ?"

"15 bucks. We received a bunch of them a year ago and they never sold."

"I'll take it." He snatched the picture from the tiger's paw. "Thanks Joe" he cheerfuly winked, getting back to looking at the figurines. The Tiger kindly smiled and got back behind this counter.

"What did you ask him so that he would unearth that ?" Asked his sister.

"I asked him what in this store should grab my attention."

"You sure grabbed his."

"What ?"

"Did you see how he was looking at you ?"

"What ?" he glanced at the tiger. Who distractly waved at them."You're imagining things, sis."

"Of course I am. I'll let you browse." she let him alone, straddling into the boutique, discreetly approaching the counter.

"I think I've found something that might interest you, Ben" She gave him a piece of paper, a line of number was written on it.

"What is it ?" The plump cheetah had chosen what figure he would buy, he was craddling it along with the framed picture. He took out his hand and looked at the paper.

"The sexy shopkeeper's contact."

Clawhauser mouth slightly openned, he glanced at the the feline who waved at him again, an embarassed smile on his face. Was it suddenly really hot in here ?

"Oh. Okay. Tha-thanks. I think I should go pay for those now." The cheetah approached the counter really slowly. His face was burning. He put what he had chosen on the counter. Behind him, his sister was silently cheering on him.

"You found everything you wanted ?" asked the shop keeper, trying to restrain himself from blushing or showing too wide a grin.

"And more" blurted the cheetah, giving him his credit card, his eyes firmly fixed on the counter. He looked like he was trying to make his face disappear into his neck-chub.

"That will be 40 dollars sir." came the warm voice of the seller.

The cheetah paid and they exited the boutique.

"What just happenned ?" The pudgy cat had an expression of utter disbelief above a nervous smile.

"The Gazelle back-up dancer lookalike gave you his number."

"I was so embarassed. Oh god, I can't ever come back here again." He hide his burning face into his hands.

"And break the poor guy's heart ? You wouldn't dare."

"Why did you do this Jenny ?" he asked in a meek voice.

"My favorite brother deserved no less than the best article in the shop."

He looked at the piece of paper, holding it with a trembling paw. "What should I do with this ?" it was half rhetorical, his sister answered anyway, taking him by the shoulders.

"You send him a text to say hi, and you fix a date in a nice coffee-shop. Or go see a movie with him. Just go with the flow." He put the paper in his smartphone case and stored it back in his satchel. "Wasn't there a new record shop you wanted to visit ?"

They walked a few minute until Ben made them turn in a rear-street. A little shop was hidden between two garage door. As they entered, a smell of pot hit their face. It was clear that the shop itself had been set inside a garage. It was either an hommage to the early punk-rock bands, or the owner hadn't found anything else. In both case, it gave the place a sense of authenticity.

There was nothing but rock records, mostly old ones, which pleased the chubby cheetah, he had only a few in this genra, and wanted to complete his collection.

"Hello" greeted the vulpine shopkeeper in a coarse voice. Even the guy smelled like old rock. It was so authentic Clawhauser had to hold back a squeele. "Hello"

He began browsing the vynils, losing track of time, as his sister looked at the covers in a distracted fashion.
He had found a few interesting things. Early records of David Pawie and the Clawing stones. Even an old Fang Division record. He was still searching through a pile of unsorted vinyls when he heard his sister's voice.

"I like this one's design" she was holding a copy of Pink Snoud – The Wall. The border of the box were a bit worn but it seemed to be in good condition otherwise.

"Can I ?" She gave it to him and he took out the record, revealing an orange colored Disc.

"Holy Shit." he gasped. She looked at him. Ben had sweared. Ben never sweared.
He put back the disc in the sleeve as ceremoniously as he could, and went straight to the seller, his records in hand.

"How much ?"

"One thousand and seven hundred bucks" stated the seller.

"What the fuck ?" Jenny had sweared, but he let it slide, having done so himself less that fifteen seconds ago.

"One thousand bucks."

"Are you kidding man ? You know what it is ? One Thousand six hundred."

"The pocket is worn, the disc sticker has bleached a bit. One thousand." Jenny had never seen her brother haggle. It was the most serious she ever heard him speak.

"Seriously man ? One thousand five hundred"

"One thousand and one hundred, you know no one else ready to spend this much will walk in here."

"You're bleeding me man. One thousand four hundred"

"Only if you give me the other records with it"

"Cash. No credit, no check."

They shook on it.

"Jenny could you come over here please ?" Still agape, she approached. Her brother put all the records between her hands, The Wall hidden in the middle of them. "You don't let anyone look at those, you don't let anyone even approach you. I'm back in one minute." He rushed through the store at a speed she never thought he could possess. Less than fifty seconds later he was back with a handful of cash, a perfectly composed expression on his face. He put the banknote in the fox's paw, who took his time counting them.

"Nice doing business with you."

As they got out of the store, the fat cat slumped against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. He was winded, his breath made a wheezing sound.

"What is this record Ben ?" She asked, puzzled.

"This is- hhh – The Wall- hhh – orange – hhh – vinyl version -hhh."

"It's rare ?"

"Only – hhh – Eight hundred – hhh – worldwide."

"Okay, this is rare."

The cheetah stay slumped for a whole ten minutes while his sister had sat beside him. Once his breath had gone back to relatively normal level and most of the red had disappeared from underneath his face's fur, she helped him.

"You alright Ben ?"

"We were supposed to be celebrating your birthday and I got more gifts than you. I'm more than alright."

"I think I'll still accompany you home, You don't look so good. Did you buy this bike-machine I talked to you about ?"

"Nope, not yet, I'm thinking about it."

They went back to the ZUG, Clawhauser had a staggering bounce his step, his sister holding him straight when he threatened to stumble.

To those wondering, ZUG stands for 'Zootopia UnderGround' even though parts of the track are street-level or above. 'Zug' is also the german name for train.

Now, since I'm not really familiar with them, I hope my use of the police codes wasn't too heavy or beside their traditional use. It was fun to do, and I incorporated explications on what it meant so you wouldn't be lost. Was it easy to understand ? Should I go more easy on the stuff ?