A fox and rabbit made their way through the glass doors of the Zootopia Police Department, take away coffee cups in tow. Nick held tight onto his cooler in his left paw, while his right lifted up so he could take a sip of his SnarlBucks coffee that he had got-to-go after they visited The Fox and Hound Tearoom.

"Morning Clawhauser!" Judy commented happily. A cheetah at the front desk looked up from a box of, what the pair assumed, donuts. Sure enough, in the wild-cat's left hand were 2 chocolate coated donuts, sprinkled with sugar. His eyes lit up, mouth full of the doughy goods.

"Good morning, Miss Hopps! And you too, Mr Wilde!" The cheetah greeted back with the same amount of enthusiasm. Nick held back a chuckle as he continued to try to speak with the food in his mouth.

"Yes, we're going to roll-call." Judy interpreted, Clawhauser's right hand flashing the thumbs up for a correct answer. The fox smirked as they continued on their way.

"You should have become an interpreter for the hungry cheetahs of Zootopia, not a cop." He nudged the bunny slightly, whom rolled her eyes at the comment.

"That was rude, Nick. Besides, I don't think that's a real job." The fox shrugged as they approached the meeting room.

"Well… I thought in Zootopia anyone could be anything." He smirked proudly down at the bunny. Judy rolled her eyes again while shaking her head, recognising her own words from the first day that they had met. Nick was very different then, a lot slier and sarcastic to the rabbit then he was now. It made sense though, he was a con-artist that had never been caught.

Judy opened the room to them, a jolt of sound hitting their ears. The other officers in the room were messing around, gossiping or just chatting about current events. Despite it wasn't even a classroom amount of mammals, the sound was almost ten times the amount of what it should be.

The room consisted of four rows of chairs, about five in each row. A desk was supplied for each, despite the amount of time they used for roll-call in the room, which was about five to ten minutes each morning, give or take. An old, unused chalkboard hung at the front end of the room, a small pin board with mammals-at-large pined to the surface hung over the board instead. The first rabbit and fox officers made their way to the front, sharing a large white chair that was left empty for them.

Within seconds of sitting down, a large rhino entered the room with a clip board. Everyone immediately stood up, knowing exactly what was about to happen next. Out of a door to the right, a large buffalo entered. His physicality would be the first thing you'd notice, his size rather large compared to many of the mammals in the room. His horns were next, pointy and twisted at the top of his head. Then of course… the piercing eyes. If you had the unfortunate honour of being stared down at by the large beast, you'd find yourself stuck in a never ending loop of freezing, gasping and fear.

"Be seated." He bellowed, the entire room plopping down onto their chairs. This large brass figure of a mammal was the chief of the ZPD; Bogo. Although very intimidating, Judy knew first hand that the mammal had a rare soft side that he showed beneath his ego. "Once again, due to the low crime rates from the Night Howler case being solved, you will all be assigned different sections to patrol. If you see any criminal activity, shut it down. We will otherwise contact units for action, if and when activity occurs." The room stayed silent as he moved onto his next point, bringing out some reading glasses to do so. Many in the police department found this detail to be quite de-mammalising to his reputation, but in fact all buffalos have poor eye sight, and the chief wasn't afraid to convince someone why.

"In other news," he continued. "We have three suspect mammals at large. Rayburn Ryan, Jaden Rat and Prescott Sanborn are our mammals to look out for. They have been suspected of assisting the Night Howler rig from nine months ago. Find them, bring them down. We have no leads as of yet, but if anything comes up they are to be called in. I hope that is clearly understood." Bogo then proceeded to give out folders full of information on the suspects at large, sending those whom had received them to their designated area. Soon enough, it was Judy and Nick's turn.

"Hopps, Wilde." The Buffalo growled. "Parking duty in Sahara Square. Dismissed." Judy's shoulders slumped as she was handed a folder. Nick too didn't seem very happy with his placement either. They waited for the chief to leave before standing alone for a few moments.

"Parking duty…" The fox impersonated the chief, breaking the silence. He puffed out his chest, flexing with all his might. The bunny giggled a little, nudging Nick in the side.

"Come on, Chief. We've got parking tickets to give out."

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Despite the circumstances, the officer duo tried to keep their day entertaining. They mutually decided on a match to see who would get the most amount of citations signed before noon. It soon became clear that Judy's ability to hop and travel faster made her more efficient at the job… to her disappointment.

"And, One-hundred-and-eighty tickets before noon!" She cried in victory, racing half-way back to the parking-patrol car. It was larger than the one Judy originally had when she started, obviously large enough to fit both herself and the fox inside. Unfortunately, it was still as slow as ever. Nick gave the rabbit a slow clap as she came a little closer.

"Congratulations, Whiskers. You're officially the best Meter Maid in the city!"

"Oh please, I was the best meter maid before I became one." Her expression quickly faded as she remembered her first day on the job. Before the rabbit had taken up the Missing Mammal case, she was assigned to Parking Duty, where she fined up to two-hundred citations before lunch alone. Of course this was only because the chief didn't think that she'd be able to handle a missing mammal case due to her supposed abilities. "And to think I swore I'd never do this job again… but here I am, doing MORE citations." She grumbled back the rest of the way to the vehicle plopping into the driver's seat. Her ears hung down her back, exhausted and saddened to remember the prejudice against her in the past.

"I see why you didn't like this job. I've had about twelve mammals come up to me complaining about their fine… and I've only given out twelve citations!"

"Welcome to the Zootopia Police Department, where you do what you're supposed to do and get yelled at for your job." Judy responded sarcastically, hitting her head on the steering wheel as she went to rest on it. "Ow." She muttered down to the floor, clearly not having a good time.

"Come on, Carrots. It's only for one day. Besides, you could basically call this an under-cover stake out." Judy raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"Well think about it. Two cops, watching the streets, pretending to be parking patrol when really we're just waiting for criminal activity to occur." The fox lent up against the car, certain that his theory would cheer up the bunny a little.

"Nick, the parking meters are our stake out… the expired parking spots are our criminal activity. Your theory sucks." Nick was a little surprised by the Judy's pessimist attitude. Rarely did he see her in this state; so defeated, it wasn't like her. "Besides," She continued. "A stake out in broad-daylight is stupid, unless you want to let the criminals know you're there. I mean, look around!" She stated, pointing to different mammals walking around them. "They see us and they instantly act as casual and calm as they can."

Judy was right. A group of rams in their teenage years turned the corner, yelling and screaming with skateboards. They seemed to be having a pretty great time, but as soon as their eyes settled on the cops, their noise level dropped considerably and their behaviour changed almost instantaneously… as if to prove the bunny's point.

"Alright, Whiskers." The fox sighed, a little disheartened that his attempt had failed. "You're right." Judy suddenly perked up a little, a smirk on her face.

"Do you want to say that again? I think I have the carrot pen around here somewhere-"

"No chance, Carrots." Nick quickly retorted with a chuckle, holding up the carrot pen which had been in his pocket.

Although the weather had been quite cold that day, Judy seemed to be burning up due to her energetic and competitive spirit. Rushing about had taken a toll on her, and the cold air wasn't helping much. The pair had forgotten to take precautions around hydration and such since their job didn't involve much at all, but Judy had pushed that relaxing standard to its limit. Nick noticed this, placing a paw on the rabbit's forehead.

"Nick, what are you-"

"You're warm." He stated, shaking his head. "I think you need to take a break."

"I am? "

"No, I mean for more than thirty seconds. You race off as soon as a park has expired. You should take your time, relax!"

"But Nick…" Her ear suddenly prinked up, her head turning across the street to a parking meter that had become expired. She was about to get up when the fox lightly pushed her back into the car, his face up close to hers. His forest green eyes stared into her lavender irises as his paw kept her pinned to the vehicle's seat. He definitely wasn't joking around.

"Stay here." Nick said, pulling away and walking across the road with his ticket maker. Judy stayed frozen still, completely confused. The distance between their faces were so close she swore she could smell the coffee he had earlier. She should have been uncomfortable with that situation… but she wasn't. Perhaps it was because they were such good friends and they'd been through so much together… surely?

"Carrots… you okay?" The fox asked, returning from the trip across the street. Judy slowly began to sit up, still contemplating her experience.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine…"

"If you're still a little over heated, I have something that might help." The bunny tilted her head.

"Like what?" Nick grabbed his ice cooler from the back of the traffic car, presenting it to Judy in his left hand.

"I present to you…" He began, having to quickly put the cooler down to open it. After a second he grabbed a raspberry red item and held it up to the rabbit. "A Pawpsicle." Judy stared at the frozen liquid before looking up at Nick. Was he seriously wanting her to take it? "What are you waiting for, Carrots?"

"You want me to eat it?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"Nah, I just want you to stare at it all day- yes, I want you to eat it. It'll help you cool down." The bunny looked back at the pawpsicle, taking it delicately out of the fox's paws. Nick frowned. "What wrong? Never eaten a popsicle before?"

Judy frowned up at him. "No, that's not it. It's just… I don't ever think I've actually tried one of your popsicles before." He snickered.

"It's just a raspberry jumbo pop, Whiskers. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Besides the fact you melt it on a dirty roof? Not sure if I should trust you…"

"Carrots, it's fine. Trust me." The bunny rolled her eyes, reverting her attention back to the frozen treat. Despite her previous argument, she took a large lick of the popsicle and looked back up at him, expecting a reaction of some kind.

"Happy?" She asked. Nick shrugged with a smug grin on his face, his arms folded in satisfaction.

"Happier."

Hey everyone,

I know this seems like a bit of a filler, but I promise it's not. You'll see why ;)