RollCall was held in a large room with several tables parallel to one another and chairs for obviously much larger animals at those tables. At the front was a podium, a blackboard and a large map of Zootopia hung on the wall. Most of the seats were filled by the time Reggie got there. He saw a seat up front, and another one in the back left corner that had not been filled. Wanting to avoid sticking out too much on his first day, Regg decided the corner would be a fine place to be. The chair was too tall to sit into comfortably, and Reggie had to jump up and pull himself up into the seat. Now realizing he wouldn't even be able to see while sitting, he stood up and held onto the side of the table.

As he peered across towards where the podium was, Reggie realized another mistake. The much larger animals in front of him blocked his view of front. Sighing, he hauled himself onto the table in order to try and see anything that was going on.

To the right of his "seat" was an older looking polar Bear, a bit gray in the muzzle. The Polar Bear officer had his paws folded on his stomach and his eyes were closed, with soft snoring being heard from him. Reggie smelled several different odors coming off the ursine. One was definitely coffee, which seemed to be failing to do its jobs. Another was what seemed to be something with salmon in it, but it was faint enough that he couldn't be sure. The final odor which there was no question about was the smell of cheap alcohol that seemed to permeate from the Bear's fur. Those smells, along with the Bear's natural musk were almost overpowering Reggie's sensitive nose.

Weasels weren't known for many positive traits, but one of them was at least their noses. They were not as good as any canine or candid, but they got the job done. What also made them unique is that Weasel noses thanks to millennia's of evolution could make out the very unique smells that came from their past prey. So while a wolf or wild dog could smell fear coming from a vole and follow it, a weasel could smell the same fear and tell you what the vole had for breakfast that morning and that the mammal had a slight cold coming on. Considering the range of prey being anything smaller, and sometimes much larger mammals, it allowed Reggie to feel as if he had an edge.

So it was no surprise that when smell of a certain rabbit and fox duo entered the room. He couldn't get much off the smell of the fox, but if the smell of the lagomorph was any hint, then neither had completely calmed down from his discussion with them. The doe's smell was mostly of anger, a small pinch of fear, and something else that he couldn't quite pick up. "Maybe a perfume?" Reggie considered. It was sharp, almost tangy, while rounded and foul. He broke his train of thought when a call came from the front of the room.

"Ten-hut!" echoed from the bellow of a large creature that Reggie could not see. As if on cue all of the other animals in the room started to pounding their paws and hooves on the table and making what Reggie could only describe as a grunting noise came from all of them. With the start of the ruckus, the Polar Bear next to Reggie finally woke up and starting pounding on the table as well, shaking Reggie as he tried to keep his balance until this minor earthquake was over.

"Ok-Shut it!" bellowed another creature in a deep tone that Reggie could only see the pointed horns of. His best guess was that it was Chief Bogo, but never being actually introduced to one another made it only a guess.

"First order of business, we have some new recruits… who cares."

There were a few snickers and chuckles at this remark, and even some heads turning to find the new face Reggie assumed.

"Next assignments…Fangmeyer, Wolford! Precinct 7 is asking for our assistance in locating a missing boar sow, meet up with the officers in charge of the case and give your assistance. You are NOT to take charge is that clear!"

A crisp "Yes sir!" came from the other side of the room, as chairs could be heard moving and two officers started to leave. Reggie spotted the two, one being a female Bengal Tiger and the other a grey wolf. Both had the looks of determination when leaving the room, but there was a glint humor in the eye of the wolf, as if he had been told a rather funny joke. The tiger wasn't trying to show it, but there was a definite look of anguish hidden behind that determination. Whatever had happened between the two the wolf was finding it most amusing.

"Wilde! Hopps! There has been another jewelry store that has been robbed, making the total three in the past month. I want you to canvas the scene and get a lead on the case."

"Finders keepers on the jewelry right Chief," said a recognizable voice.

"Can it Wilde!" the deep voice yelled. The rest of the officers chuckled once again. This seemed to be something that happened often Reggie surmised.

"The rest of you same assignments as yesterday, Dismissed!" Like that rollcall was over and Reggie was wondering what he was supposed to do next. That question was answered for him quickly.

"Grizzoli, Weaselton, up here," the voice bellowed. The Polar Bear next to Reggie stood up and headed towards the front, Reggie in quick tow. As he approached the front a massive Cape Buffalo stood behind the podium, small reading glasses over his eyes looking over some documents in his hoof. Turning towards the two, the Buffalo addressed the Polar Bear first.

"Grizzoli, since Snarlov is on vacation you will be showing Weaselton here the ropes." The Buffalo gestured from the Polar Bear down towards Reggie who was doing his best to stand as tall as possible. Even then he only came up to just above the Polar Bear's knee.

"Aw come on Chief! Don't put me on babysitting duty," complained Grizzoli, a pained expression over his face as the very idea of working with Reggie caused him physical pain.

Chief Bogo raised a hoof. "I will not hear of it. Frankly I don't care if you tear each other apart out there, just make sure to bring back the cruiser." The Cape Buffalo was quietly fuming at the Polar Bear, but both Reggie and Grizzoli could tell it wouldn't take much to push the Chief into a full blown shout. Grizzoli sighed and looked at Reggie for the first time today.

"Alright saddle up," said Grizzoli, addressing the mustela. With a quick nod Reggie then headed out of the bullpen to wait in the hallway. Grizzoli didn't move and neither did the Chief.

After exiting, and closing the door behind him, Reggie leaned against the wall and waited for Grizzoli to reappear. Even with his short ears, Reggie could hear loud and agitated voices being raised. It went on for several seconds before a definite shout of "Final!" could be heard to come from Chief Bogo. After that Grizzoli opened the door quickly and stormed out.

"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation! Come on already." Grizzoli grumbled to Reggie. Whatever had been said between the Chief and his new partner did not seem to sit well with the older ursine. Not wanting to accidently run into the Chief in a foul mood as well, Reggie quickly ran to catch up with the long strides of the larger mammal.

"Today is going to be a long day"

Blessedly, in Reggie's mind at least, there was no incident or delays in getting to Grizzoli's assigned cruiser. Since Grizzoli was a Polar Bear, one of the largest that Reggie had ever seen as well, his cruiser was meant for larger mammals which made closing the door like moving a boulder. Reggie then had to climb into the seat from the floor of the car, but that he could not see anything outside of the windows either. He might as well have been a kit sitting in the front seat for all the difference in size. Reggie was able to eventually buckle himself in, though with some difficulty as well.

Finally, with both occupants settled, Grizzoli started the massive cruiser and headed for the area they would be patrolling. Grizzoli used the time in explaining that they would help patrol the area in between Tundra Town and the Rainforest District. Moving between the two and backing up any units from either Precinct that called for it. Grizzoli explained to Reggie that him and his partner Snarlov had this beat for the last few years and so knew all the ins and outs, but Reggie would need some time to get the hang of it. He then talked about how much of a problem it was going from having wet fur then stepping into the cold snow, and how he had almost frozen his nose of f in a foot chase because of that. Grizzoli talked about the places to eat, a good place to park the cruiser, a good place when you needed some sleep and didn't want the other patrols to see you. Where the most trouble was in for both districts and who the usual troublemakers were. He talked and talked and talked nonstop. From when they left the Savannah Central straight thru the route they were taking for their patrol.

Reggie tried to pay attention in the beginning out of respect for Grizzoli's experience in the field. After the third hour of straight talking though, Reggie was begging for the sweet release of any crime. He would even take a murder suicide if it would Grizzoli to stop for a bit, and he was considering enacting the crime himself when he caught something in words that were coming from the arctic bear.

"-yeah Chief tore me a new one after you left for my appearance. I haven't been in the best shape since after my wife kicked me out of the house. Sorry if earlier I seemed to be giving you a hard time about working with you…"

Reggie glanced over and saw Grizzoli looking sideways at him. Reggie shook his head "Don't worry about it. I'm used to a cold introduction." Reggie then froze. He had no idea why he added in that last part. Maybe it was the fact that the officer sitting next to him seemed in much worse state than himself, maybe it was because this morning had frazzled his usual demeanor, or maybe he was subconsciously trying to make a friend. Either way he looked out towards the window and only saw the snowy sky that was Tundra Town.

Grizzoli chuckled

"I can only imagine. Not so easy being the first Weasel in the ZPD, huh Weaselton!"

Reggie frowned at this fact. It was an incorrect fact that others tried to parrot to him as well.

"Actually there have always been mustelas in the ZPD. They are just usually Otters. They aren't too proud of the fact that they are associated with the quote-un-quote sneaky variety of Mustelidae."

"Also I think badgers are part of the same family as well, granted I have no idea of that's true," added Reggie. The fact that he considered himself not the first Weasel to get into the ZPD had made the process easier for him mentally. He wasn't trailblazing for his entire species, he wasn't setting a high bar, and he was simply training to become a police officer like others before him.

"Huh" Grizzoli finally said "never thought about it like that before."

Finally a silence settled between the two officers. The streets being unusually quiet today and even traffic seemed to be moving at a reasonable pace. The only noticeable changes from the windows were the rain drops freezing on the window as they went from the Rain Forest to the Tundra. It wasn't until their fifth lap through their assigned patrol that Grizzoli finally spoke up again.

"Er…you don't happen to be related to Duke do you?" Grizzoli asked.

Reggie sighed. His uncle's run-ins with the law were well documented by both sides of it. Reggie knew most of his criminal history, and all of his arrest history, but even he had to admit there were things about his uncle that Duke kept from Reggie. Whether this was to protect his nephew that was on the other side now or to simply protect himself he was not sure.

"Yeah…he's my uncle…and if you have heard the name Duchess Weaselton she's my aunt." Reggie stated

Grizzoli nodded in understanding.

"Do you have any other family?" inquired the veteran officer.

"Yeah my younger sister. Mary. She's training to be a nurse. We're all really proud of her," Reggie said with small smile. While Regg decided that he wanted to take down those who could cause pain, Mary decided that she wanted to help those who suffered from it. He secretly thought that her choice much more selfless than his own.

"She's always been a good mammal. If only she weren't a Weasel she would have it so much easier." Reggie lamented. It was a true fact, and it was a disheartening one as well. He let out a heavy sigh.

Feeling tension in the cruiser, Grizzoli quickly asked another question.

"What about your parents? They've gotta be proud of you too right?"

Reggie immediately stiffened at the mention of his parents.

"Our parents are dead," Reggie stated flatly "and that's all I'm going to say on the matter."

Instead of decreasing the tension, it racketed up so much that it could be cut with a knife. The two once again sat in silence, though unlike the last one which was somewhat comfortable, this one had both deep in their own thoughts. Once again Grizzoli tried to speak

"I uh…I'm sorr-"He started

"Don't," commanded Reggie "Don't finish that sentence. Don't think about it anymore. Don't even breathe this conversation to anyone."

His blood was starting to boil over; Reggie was trying his best not to lash out at the older officer. With a very heavy sigh and rubbing the side of his muzzle Reggie spoke again.

"You didn't know them, so there is no reason to be sorry," he stated quietly.

Grizzoli grunted in understanding and then gripped the steering wheel hard. Reggie glanced at the digital clock in the center column. It read 1:12PM in a soft green. "Where's one of those good places to eat around here that you were talking about earlier," Reggie asked. Grizzoli gave a toothy grin

"Guess it is lunch time. There is a place maybe five more minutes driving that has some of the best food on the border. Mostly a large pred place, so you should be filled from this meal for days!" Grizzoli said the last line through a chuckle until it eventually turned into a deep laugh.