Zootopia: Nick, Judy, and Work

by mraux

Nick and Judy maybe were the hero of the city, but there is still a ton of work ahead. And They only start to really know each other. So, let's follow them a little further in their lives, who are only starting. My first source of inspiration is DemonWriterX. ( I wanna excuse myself if there is a lot of mistakes down there. I usually write down in french)

2. Chapter 2: Hold me Thight

(Hiiii, first of all, thanks you for the rewiew, the favs, and all this. Here i'm trying something else: Big chapter. I don't have a lot of free time (work tfw) but I'm always able to write everyday, but not to post. So i think it will be better for me to post huge chapter per week. if it's unbearable to read, just said it by a private message or a comment, and i will try to make it more separated. Again, I wanna excuse myself if I do any error inside it, don't hesitate to point them out to me!

Here my tumblr, mah deviantart, etc:

Ow, and, did i already said that I LOVE THE FICS OF DEMONWRITERX,OH GAWD, CAUSE I DO)

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"- Well, Can we just talk a little about it? Come on! At a movie, maybe?"

Clearly, Judy wasn't in the mood to respond to him anymore, she wasn't even pulling him as usual. As soon they got past the door of the station, Judy walked right to her place of work, while Nick walked to the usual place the late guy pass by: the boss office. Since he saw that Judy was ignoring him, the fox started to giggle desperately.
"- Come ON Judy! You're really gonna let me face mister Bull all by myself?"

" - To you, it's still Chief Bogo" Did she growl, Anf she shown that she was refusing to help him with an explicit move of the hand clear enough to make the fox angry.

"- Well, curse you too, Judy!" Did he howl back. In the middle of the station, surrounded or by comrades or by people in a need of help. Since the bunny didn't answer to his insults, the fox started to look at something else that the back of the bunny. Only to met the timid look of Clawhauwser, who was giving him the stupid look, a donut in the mouth and the other on the way to his end. Classic, even if the leopard (and the rest of the station) obviously saw the "discussion", Nick still smirked, and tried to act normally. His hands clutched inside his pocket, he immediately took out his phone and checked it. While starting to walk normally.

"-Everything's nice, Claws'?" Did he whisper, slowly checking the message he got since he left his home. Maybe did the big guy tried to answer, but of course, with the food in the mouth, it wasn't that easy. Hopefully, someone else answered for him. Nick felt it. The glare of the buffalo, down his spine. "- All right, I guess, the office is… this way, right?" silently guessed Nick, looking up only to meet the angry look in the eyes of Chief Bogo.

Some second later, and the fox was in the office of the bull. Nick is a con artist, and a good one. He played with the police for years, and the cops never was a real problem to him. Lecture them, play with them, lead their attention some where else. He was and is still able to do that. But Bogo, oh boy, he never was really able to lecture the guy. This monster look like he eat raw babies for breakfast! and this kind of thing is a prey? A grass-eater? That have to be a joke, this kind of thing couldn't only be build on vegetables, but the questions about biology would have to wait a little. At the moment, get out of the office alive seemed to be a better objectives to focus on. Bogo ALWAYS look angry, and even, the fox would say that right now, the bovine seemed to be in a better mood that Nick was used to see. Maybe didn't he really care about a late officer.

"- This is the first and last time, officer Nicholas." Did calmly say the chief. Putting his heavy paw on his office, looking at some paper through his glasses. Nick silently nodded. Was it all? He was still standing right next to the door, could he leave already? He looked away from Bogo for a sec, looking through the windows of the door, who was blurring everything past it.

"- Come sit in front of me, officer." Continued the bull. Clenching his teeth, Nick moved forward, and sat on the chair nearly too high for him. He was asking himself if Bogo was from some military agency, the bull never had the behavior of a classic cop to Nick. And this stature… Was build from something else that circulation regulation. Putting away his stuff, Bogo joined his hoof and looked at Nick, with an emotionless expression on his face, he talked again:

"- Nick, do you know why I accepted you in this place? Why did I accept such a thief under the roof of a police station?"

"- I'm not a thief, but I guess my C.V impressive enough. Me and Judy did save this city, no?"

The bull didn't answer immediately, he glared into the fox, who sat more deeply into his chair, starting to feel this unbearable sentiment of exposition that he despised:

"- No. I don't know a lot about your role in this affair. Mister Nick, except as a witness."
"- So why?" Did respond the fox, trying to get rud of his unease by focusing on something else.

"- I accepted you here because the Mayor will it!" Did suddenly roar the bull. "- It was the same to Judy "-Accept one bunny, Bogo, give her the parking, make a move for the diversity of your elements!" and I did accept it! I bear with!"

"- Judy showed that your judgment was kinda… un-objective." Smirked the fox, remembering how his first talk with the Bull did ended, when he had to encourage the bunny for the first clearly Bogo wasn't moved by any modesty, as he stood-up, the pressure of his hooves on his desk clearly increased.

"- Exactly, Mister Fox: Judy proved me wrong! Her result, even at monitoring parking, were astonishing: She never was late! Never was slow! And never was a criminal! Judy got you here with some help of the mayor. But, oh boy, you clearly are not worth it! Next time, you're fired! I will not stand watching a pest like you without handcuff in my station anymore! Am I clear, officer Nicholas !?"

Nick wasn't really the guy who could be impressed by the perspective to lost a job. He never needed one anyway. But the words of the bull made him lost his voice, and he widened his eyes when he heard it. He… He saved this damn city, no? He did worked with Judy on his case, she did need his help, no? But Bogo, of course, didn't really know nor care about that. To him, the prodigy just asked for a favor: Accept the fox with us. And the mayor clearly turn the supplication of the bunny into an obligation: Was he really worth the job? Nick didn't really care about being worth a job or anothing else, before!

" - Am I clear, officer Nick !?"

"- Yes, yes you are!" Finally said back the fox, nodding violently. He was suddenly pissed out, and even got his hand out of their pocket, clenching his claw while responding.?

"-Then get out and go make some circulation observation for me, foxy!"

Nick, the head lowered and the growling discretely, stop up and leave immediately. The word of the bull pulled him back from his moment with Judy in the stake station: She did believe in him, her! Gosh, Bogo was such a douche! But Nick gulped: He deceived her too, it seems. Oh man, if she wasn't believing in him, who would?
Wouldn't it make them right about him?
"Damnit! What am I doin'… Dangit!"

Nick, this time without any smile on his face, passed by the local, dressed up, and walked directly to his office, shared with other policeman, this included Judy. Who looked up to him a the second he entered in the place. Nick's eyes were fixing a point on the horizon, and his expression frightened the bunny: It was unbearable for her to hold a real grudge against Nick, she knew this aspect of the lazy, manipulative predator. And maybe was it some maternal care, but Judy was unable to willing for more distance between her and the fox. She stood up and walked to him, and her paw reached over his arm, making Nick notice the presence of the Bunny: The pain in his look bothered Judy, who clenched her fingers, and looked around here: She would have hug him if she was able to, but… Some of her comrades were already bothering her about the fox: She shouldn't have to sek for him every morning, they were disapproving her care for him. She was younger, she had responsibility: And taking care of Nick weren't part of it. So, slowly, her hand released the grip onto Nick arm. He was the first to open his mouth this time, and his tone made Judy bite her lower lip: Nick really seems moved by what he just got trough:

"- Hey, Carrot. Gotta work, excuse me, can I walk over here without getting my arm ripped off?"

"- … Are you alright, Nick?"
"- It's all fine, Whiskers, don't you have a job to do?" Said Nick, smirking again as he got to his own place. Judy's eyes followed him until he sat down on one of the chair in the room. Bogo finished to expose the works of the day since some hours, Judy and her team was already speaking with each other, and clearly some people were waiting for her to come as she was standing here. Looking for Nick's care. With a move of the hand, he gently pushed her toward her team. But Judy was already feeling bad for their previous discussion. She joined her hand, stroking at her fingers with hesitation, she didn't stand to look up inside his eyes, and slowly answered a last time, her hand scratching the back of her head:

" -You said… Maybe we should talk, at a movie, tonight?"

" - !..Yeah, that a good idea, you're right..." Slowly responded the fox, Judy was so straight-forward, even in public? As he blushed, the fox felt the smirk of the other cops on his back: Judy don't even think about her exposition: the idea was maybe from him, but everything that come out from the mouth of Nick was a semi-joke, he didn't thought seriously that she will accept it. Maybe was it because she was a bunny, no? To them, with their family of at least 500 members, a date was probably like a salutation. But, as Judy smiled, reassured, and leaved. Nick hidden his blush behind his paw, slowly go down in his seat. He was the real ermit here, maybe Judy wasn't from the city; but she was way more able to empathize here than Nick. Nick didn't have friend, he had relations, or even worse, pawns. He didn't really feel the care of anyone since maybe five years. And Judy was so straightforward to him! Always ready to pull him anywhere on the map. At concert, movie, etc... But it was pleasant to the fox, so why complain?

But now, it was just… Lame. Nick was feeling so lame in comparison to her, it was bullying him. He started to feel like he don't deserved someone like Judy as a friend. But hopefully, work started to occupy his mind more that his individual problem. Since he wasn't present for the summary of the day, Nick didn't know on what case Judy was working. But he did knew where he had to go: Circulation. Merely a work, more a punishment. But wasting his day on the street wasn't so different that what he was doing before: With the exception that he was making less money than ever. Why was he gathering all that cash, already? Hawaii? A journey? To prove something to dad? Why continue to do less now?

A Popsicle between his teeth, Nick was already somewhere else. Literally, time sure fly fast when you're lost in your thought. And Sun was setting high on the streets of Zootopia, he was near the junction to the Sahara quarters. No need to explain why he needed some popsicle here. But Nick, as usual, wasn't really working, from a well placed shadow, he was looking down the street, not too far away from his car. He should be inside it, but working alone was already too much of a bother for the fox. He needed to breath something else than the foul air of his vehicle. Bit the heat outside wasn't especially more bearable. Sunglasses on, Nick leaned on his own car. And looked at the populace, at the life. Zootopia was one noisy city, no doubt. Nick was wondering how Judy, from her countryside and with her powerful hearing, was able to deal with that constant noise. Nick himself didn't liked it, but he was more quick to blur it out. Noise and color were used to mix up rapidly to Nick when he was lost in his thought.

People walking, jogging. Some noise, some sound. A lot of Music. Nick was biting the wood of his Popsicle when a suspect noise woke him up from his sleepy status. A giraffe was approaching him. Nick couldn't tell the look on her face, she was just too tall, and the sun too bright.

"- Can I do something' for you?" Did he say, hopefully, the giraffe lowered herself to talk to him. His neck twisting itself in a hypnotic way.

"- Yes, please. I just noticed an extortion! Just one street ahead, in this dark alley!" Said the mammal with a spark of panic, pointing some place with his hand.

There should be more giraffe in the police, thought for a moment the fox: Gift of the nature, those natural watchers had more height to notice those kind of problem. But the mind of Nock was twisted by another question: No need to say, Nick knew all the criminal here around maybe a kilometer: Extortion was rare, no-existent. Who the heck stated those kind of activities here? Nick hesitated for a sec, but his glasses hid his disappointment: His shouldn't act on case like this, but he couldn't act like it has no deal with him: That why he should have stayed inside his car, thought Nick for a sec. Then he stoop-up, just after he picked the phone inside his car.

"- Thanks a lot, mam', I go take care of it."

"- But you didn't even took your taser!" Did she continue, insisting and even grabbing him by the shoulder; Nick looked in his car by the windows; Yep, he didn't took it. He was chillin' here, inside. But Nick laughed:

"- I don't need it, mam'. No need to bother, you can walk away, I don't think I will need your testimony for this, just wait me here if you're bothered, milady!" Responded Nick, who was laughing. Ironically, his insolent attitude did reassure the witness, and Nick jogged rapidly to the alley that the giraffe pointed. It was true, An elephant was surrounded by a massive amount of… Oh. Oh no:

"-What the heck, Finnick!"

The tiny fox, clearly threatening the elephant with a stupidly huge gun he difficulty held with his two hand. Immediately turned when he heard the fox, and his minions as well. Nickwas impressed by the amount of knifes, gun, and spoon he found pointed at his figure. But Finnick voice probably stunned his gang:

"- Nick? Oh my god, Nick, where have you been? And wat' is the shitty dress? Is dis already carnaval?" Asked un-politly the fennec, who let the head of his gun hit the floor in order to pull off his massive sunglasses to assure himself he was really glaring at Nick.

"-What!? Wait wait wait, Finn! Why the fuck are you threatening this poor guy with a gun?!"

"- Gotta make money for eat, Nick! U dare asking me why? Boy, you disapeared, and my money too, with you!"

"- Oh gosh, Finn: I told you I was a cop now!"

The sunglasses of the fenneck dropped on his muzzle again. As he burst in laughter:

"- You mean, Haha! You mean...That wasn't a joke ? Oh my god, Nick,a cop? You?"

"- Yes, me, Finn". Answered the fox, a smirk slowly growing on his face. "- And, by the way, a cop arrest criminal, you know?"

"- Hahaha! Nick? Oh, you're serious: Well you know, if at least you could have warn me that you walked away from the path of money, maybe I wouldn't have to extort people for fun, hrm, for money! You were the con artist, not me!"

"- But Finn! I did warn you!"

"-Well I thought it was another of your stupid joke!"

"- Can I leave now?" Asked terribly timidly the huge mammal in the background. Shivering discretely: The fennecs around him were hesitating between laugh and fear. The elephant sue was frightened, but if he'd blacked-out here, he would crush maybe ten of them.

"-What? Oh, yes you can!"Did answer the tiny leader. As Nick started to lean on and laugh uncontrollably. It was maybe stupid, but it felt so nice to meet someone he actually was really close from! And even if Finn never looked so friendly, the fennec seemed to be happy to saw him too. Dropping his realistic heavy water-gun, Finn walked toward Nick while opening his arm, his gang starting to move by itself. Some guys started to leave when other came greet Nick by themselves. But rapidly, Finn and Nock were left alone in this alley. Where they started to talk, seeing the situation from afar with her high point of view, the giraffe was already terribly impress. Nick did left with the intention to solve the problem simply with his language as only weapon, but it was even more simple than that finally. Him and the fennec continued to talk a while, the tiny guy followed him to his car, where the giraffe silently walked away, discretely saluted by the fox with the usual smile on the face. At least he surely impressed someone today! The two rapidly leaned on the car, even in the shadow of the structures around, the steel was still burning hot. But Nick and Finn didn't really mind: In Zootopia, you learn to adapt to such conditions.

"- How do you make these without me?" Said the fennec when Nick handed over a popsicle.

"- Let's just say that I keep some in my fridge, in case."
"- God Nick, You FEED on that? You need to eat something else than those, man!"
"- Hehe, I'll give it a thought, yes..."

Finn smirked: He didn't knew any case of fox that could sustain on icecream only. But Nick was surely compensating by something else. It was true that the fox only have those in his apartment, but Nick was always able to eat whatever he want wherever he wanted. Surely with on trick or another, but the fox never accumulated something else that those Popsicle. Maybe did he just really love them… Hours started to fade as the two were talking about the past:

Finn stretched his back, looking straight up in the sky, were light started to fade. When Nick was watching at his talkie-walkie: No call for him, surely he would have saw some crime if he had stayed on the street. But at least, no one really needed him today: The two did talk at least since two hours, about money, about life. How they were running now. How was the new job to Nick. How was the new tricks for Finn. Who was basically running at black-market where he was able to find any movie for anybody. The kind of movies we don't watch with the rest of the family.

"- And the bunny? She's the one who got you inside, no? How is she doin'?"

Biting the stick of the popsicle he ate a long time ago, Nick muzzle moved up:

"- She's fine, Finn. She's doing great now that everybody accepted her at the station. Even the bull smile to her"

"-… Are you jealous, Nick? Is that jealousy that I see right there? Hahaha! Man! What are you doing there if you making less money?"

"-… I don't know why was making so much money in the first place, you see?" Smirked the fox. Finn wasn't a sensible being, but this phrase was so unbelievable from a fox that he understood right away that Nick deeply changed: Something changed him, more than 10 years in this city could have done. It was scary to see that a being like Nick could give up so easily on his way of life.

"- No I don't, Nick. Why do you still bother yourself with her?"

"- I guess I like her presence, tiny guy !? Did you never hanged out with your friend?"
"- Well, yes! But I didn't gave up on my life for them."

Nick eyes widened: "- Wha? Hey, I didn't do that!"

"- Oh you didn't? Well, why don't I see you in the street anymore? Why don't I see you outsmarting little mammals and big ones? Man, what are you even doin' in this weird dress?"

"- Maybe did I just want to make something else that losing time down these street, no?"

"-Losing time? Man, you passed the whole day, leaning over that car. Is there someone handcuffed on these backseat? No! You are losing time right now!"

Nick didn't answered.
He couldn't.
His hand reached his mouth and pressed his jaws, as his eyes looked all over the place. Finn was right, was it the end of the world yet? Why Nick was still doing this? Why didhe go throght those harsh month of study only to get a "work" he didn't really wish for? It's not like he couldn't met Judy out of the job, he could just… live like he was used to do, without have to rise at 05:00 AM. Without have to bear the glare of Bogo or those people who were seeking help in him at the sight of the police badge.

Finn saw that the fox was in a strange distress: he never saw Nick like this… He never saw him… Unable to respond, outsmarted. And it did scare the fennec: "- What did this prey did to you, buddy?"

Nick started to open his mouth when his talkie-walkies suddenly started to scream.
"- Nicholas? Nicholas! We have a pursuit in Zootopia Center, to Sahara Zone. They're two and they're fast! One car, one motorbike! They're not sane, I repeat they're not sane! This is dangerous!"
This voice wasn't feminine, the rhino? McHorn? No, it was Bogo? He was on the streets!?

"-Officer Nicholas! Are you in your car? We are on the communication channel! We need you, he's going on your perimeter!"
Nick immediately get the car, the key appeared in his hand and the motor started to roar, maybe by reflexes, Finnick jumped in, turning on the channel. The sound busted in their earrings.

"- What the heck, Finnick? Get out!" Screamed the fox, then he pushed up the button of his phone:

"- Roger that. Nick, to Bogo: Where are they heading to?"

The tone of the fox was perfectly calm, but Finnick didn't walked out. He didn't answered neither, but smiled. "- Gotta see the job, I guess." Was saying his face. But Nick focused on the channel, hand on the steering wheel. Clearly Bogo had to restrain himself to not burst in insult right away; this wasn't the time to ask for explanations.

"- We don't know, but they're going to Sahara. I'm losing them! Nicholas! There is not a lot of officers headed to this zone, we can't draw them into a perimeter! They're nuts, they're ready to go out of the road!"

Nick eyes widened when he noticed that Bogo wasn't respecting the rules of the communication channel: he was nervous, too nervous. The wheels started to scratch as Bogo was giving more precisions, he's was on a departmental (here, I refer as a french way to codify road, I don't know if this is the same in your country, but to resume. This is nearly a highway ), Bogo started to lose because they were back to front. God! Nick started to sweat, and the smile that he shared with his friend suddenly started to die: It wasn't fun at all. Without perimeter, this guy… This guy was going to drive at full speed into people. This was the end of the day, This was a peak hour of circulation!

"- Roger that! Who is with me, Bogo?"

"- Everybody near of the Sahara entrance! You're all blocked by the circulation! I don't think those mad cows will mind about the circulation! "

Nick was effectively dealing with a surprising amount of car. Finnick open the windows and placed rather efficiently his siren, for someone who only learned to flee from them. Nick mind was now very far away from the idea of getting him out of the car: He was going to need him.

"- No officer on the ground… Finnick, I need you to bring me at the exit of the departmental, and the fast way!" Nick was to far away. To make it in time… This guys were going to fast, "- LEFT!" screamed the tiny fennec with his ridiculously huge voice. Only to scream loudly as he flew out of his seat to finish behind Nick:

"- Put your goddamn belt, Finn! This is serious!"
"- I'm on it I'm on it! Don't you bother, go faster!"

Nick lipped his lips; he was managing the circulation quite well: Very well, in fact. Nick never was quick on his feet. Judy was way more durable and fast than him. But, maybe was it the reflexes of the predator inside him, but Nick reactivity was way above those of a bovine. Surely the fox was smart and cold-blooded enough to not lose any concentration, and to not suffer any "lag". Right, left, he handed the steering wheel violently and without any of his usual smoothness. But correctly, through many place a car weren't mean to go.

The tiny fennec continued to listen to Bogo's information. But turned of his phone to see n the news about it: There was a helicopter on the case, Finn usual calm face turned to white as he saw the madness on the road. There were not in the good way, and at a stupid speed. The helicopter was saw from far enough by the drivers in order to push them on the side, but some weren't smart enough. He gulped as he saw the motorbike run into a car who wasn't able to dodge him. "- One left." Did he calmly say, even if he never saw any people die like that on tv, the video downed at the same moment: But he still clearly saw what happened. At full-speed, it was probably a predator, something canine: He completely flew off his vehicle only to fall onto the ground, leaving a gross black-red-meaty mark on the ground, no one could survive that:

"- Surely dead. LEFT!" Did he said again. But Nick didn't even look at him, he didn't even started to question him. And followed the direction right away.

"-One left." Did confirm the bull. The tone of his voice unusually low: He saw it too. And he was still looking at it. "- They're nuts…." Did he repeat slowly. But another voice suddenly invaded the channel, other cops, who were trying to reach the exit. Nick heard the panic in the voices. A deaf turtle could have perceive it:

"- They're going to roll over people!"

"- We're too far, we need someone on the ground to disperse the people!"

"- There will be blood if you don't reach them Chief!"

"- Shit, shit, shit!"

"- Is someone close to the exit, please!"

"- Shut it! We can't hear Bogo!"

"- There is no way to arrive before the car reach the entrance, and those guys won't stop at a barrage of one or two car! They're at something like 160 Mph!"

Nick didn't responded as the chaos was started to install itself. Bogo voice rapidly took over the channel. A lot of officer muted themselves, some gulped and slowed down, paralyzed by this sentiment of un-reality and fear that a lamb show to you as your headlight shine upon them.

"- IS SOMEONE NEAR THE DEPARTMENTAL EXIT?" Screamed Bogo in the channel, putting everyone else to silence.

"- I am." Said Nick, with a voice muttered by the surprise. "- I… I am! How can I stop him?"

"- YOU DON'T, GET THE MOST PEOPLE OUT OF THE WAY! The journalist helicopter is reaching you! They're just ahead of him! AND WHERE IS OUR HELICOPTER!?"

Nick eyes twitched as his car was slowing down: The circulation was stopped. Rapid calculation, to many people, too many cars. Not enough time and not enough officers… To drive and to use the speaker at the same time… Usually, there was always a duo on watch like this, but Nick lost one this morning, by being late.

Finn and Nick glare meet, the tiny fennec hardly stoop up, seizing with difficulty the speaker. And Nick huge feet stomped the pedal as the car accelerated forward. From now on, Finn was not a tiny fennec in a car way to huge for him, not anymore: He was now the voice of the law. As if some Juge Dreed speaked by his little mouth, the amplified voice immediately shocked the people from a far. The intention was here, but the way of speaking wasn't so professional: But at least the fennec had some result :

"- A CRAZY CAR IS COMING AT YOU RAPIDLY, DRIVEN BY SOME DRUNK SICK FUCK! YOU SAW THS HELICOPTER? IT'S JUST AHEAD OF IT! YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF YOUR CAR AND TO GET OUT OF THE SIDEWALK, THIS MAN GONNA ROLL OVER YOU LIKE IF YOU WERE SOME COINS ON A DIGITAL SCREEN! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, GO INSIDE BUILDINGS, BURST DOORS IF YOU HAVE TO BUT GET OUT OF THE ROAD AND THE SIDEWALK! "

" Well this is the end of my career" Thought the fox. Not only it was more invitation to the panic to explain the situation like this, but it wasn't very respectful either. But the huge scary voice of the fennec seemed to make his effect.

Nick would probably have fainted in laugh if he didn't catch the light of the helicopter at something like one or two thousand meters away: The exit was right there, at 100 meters of him. Nick and Finn were here before them: But how could they stop them? No barrier, and again too much people: Get out of the car and aim for the wheel? Ah! He didn't even have a taser with him: Too late to get weapons. Duh. Ironically, Nick had to stop, even if the sirens was still ringing, to get past the point of contact was useless. To stand in the way was useless. Nick wasn't going to stay in the car in order to place himself on the ay of someone who weren't going to stop: Dying wasn't a thing he would like to do. He had less that ten second to thought about it: he choose with two:

"- Finn, out of the car, take the speaker and draw people away!"

Looking at the light closing the carrefour, the tiny brute didn't even discuss: Nick's plan was usually the good one: And if flew out of the car, continuously insulting people with the huge speaker he held with difficultly.

" A boldness contest with a mad man? An impact between car? What speed? And after? If not perfect, I would just slow him down, the pursuit will continue? How far are the other… How, when..." A incredible amount of thought flooded in his mind. But his hand grabbed the steering wheel without perturbation, without… fear. Nick strongly bit the stick of the popsicle that he kept between his lips. The crazy car was closing in, and Nick didn't really know what was the right thing to do. He just… He just remembered it all:

" A good functionnement of an airbag increase the chance of survival of a conductor wearing his security belt by 25%. If the impact throw you to the front, even an airbag wouldn't really protect you, some millisecond late and you will hit the ballon as he start to be fill in gaz: It will break your nervous system: Alive, but chair. You can triggered yourself, not by hitting the steering wheel – it is useless, airbag are created to not trigger by error- but by simply pushing the right button under the steering wheel. Airbag have many default: Remember that an impact from the side maybe won't trigger the airbag. As it trigger, an airbag may cause you burn over the arm, some abrasions and even cause you a trauma if you're are to close from the steering wheel."

Nick wasn't totally awake, school never was his thing, no wonder why he dropped out of it. But this was indeed kinda boring...The massive gorilla who was leading the instruction picked up his stick and pointed the picture on the screen. Then continued:

" The sound can also hurt your eardrums, but we don't really care about that, don't we? Anotherun-fun fact: It is dangerous for tiny people. Yes Nick, i'm looking at you! Simply cause, with your short arm, you shorties naturally already kiss the steering wheel with your muzzle when the accident happen. So remember, if you saw the crash comin', all of you pull yourselves back deep in your seats! Then you trigger it by yourselves BEFORE the accidents occurs! The airbag will be filled in less than 150 millisecond. And he will deflate MINUTES after, so don't hesitate. The airbag don't have to trigger as the accident happen, we do not seek for a force of opposition who will affect you at the same time: your nervous system may not survive it. So..."

"-Trigger it yourself" Whispered the fox to no one.

He spitted out the stick and clenched his paws on the steering wheel, pressing down the pedal. Nick did wish to freak out or something like this, he wished he was able to feel something at this moment, but it seems that the adrenaline had completely took over his feelings. The fox guessed that was the kind of moments Judy used to go through back then, on this train. Nick guessed that was it: it was integrity, boldness, madness, cold-blooded reaction. As everything else speeded up in his brain. This reflexion made him think about the bunny. Then as he saw the car coming at him with her frightening speed, Nick pulled on his belt, to activate the pretension. And pushed the button . The airbag didn't squish him on his seat. It smashed him into.

Nick's car burst out at the side of the crazy car. Not at a perfect perpendicular degree, who would have meant instant death for the two of them. If the crazy car was at maybe 130 or 120 kilometers per sec, Nick came by his side at maybe 100 kilometers per sec. At an angle who would be 70 degrees. Bogo, with McHorn, his mate. Suddenly stop talking in the channel as the two car met each other at maybe less that a hundred meters from at extremely dense crownd. The sound they heard wasn't mean to exist in reality: It was the kind of scream that only the metal could produce. The kind of thing we only here at a Mad max movie or else. Finn strong voice also muttered and he turned back on the accident, people who were flying there cars held there breath: This was to brutal to be seen. Too stupidly violent, No one could assimilate the accident, only some animals with unusual visual sharpness caught the whole accident. Nick car was less fast, the crazy car came from his right, and the first right wheel of Nick's Car immediately busted. The car head twisted ridiculously. And the fox's car flew back, the crazy car, even with his speedy, completely lost any control on his path and slipped on the left.

To slip at this speed mean another thing: You're going trough hell. The wheels weren't smooth enough, no luck. To do a barrel may seems funny, but from the inside of a car, it isn't.

As the car started to roll over them, people started to scream and move backward An insane crowld move as one far away from the upcoming crash. Finn didn't need to roar in this speaker anymore, and ran by himself the furthest he could. Finally the car did met the first stopped car, hopefully empty. The two vehicles seemed to melt together at the moment of the impact, but the broken windows and the sound clearly showed that wasn't so smooth. Nick's car did indeed leave the ground for a second, making a complete turn. Finn wasn't looking, and haven't any experience in accidents. But Bogo vehicle reached the place and stopped down as the bull cop rushed out of the car.

One glare was enough to the bull to understand the situation: Nicholas disobeyed, bold, but he get result. At least his car wasn't upside-down, but to run willingly run into a car crash… Bogo and Mc Horn separated. The Bull going for Nick and the Rhino to the mad driver. There wasn't any steam, but the shock left in the air an odor of burning steel. Rushing to Nick emplacement, the bull clenched his fist: In was sad to contrast it, but the mad driver probably hay more chance to get out unarmed from this crash: He was faster, and Nick was the one who took the head of a car into his vehicule. If doing roll is impressive, the armature of a car protect you quite well during the accident. But when the shock come from the side like that, if the airbag isn't fast enough, your neck just snap.

Bogo could have hesitated longer, but that wasn't his type. He didn't even snort, only some sweat on his neck showed his tension. He was starting to slow down, he was scared to look into the car, he knew it. Bogo only slowed for a sec, then bend over the car, windows were broken, but the airbags did trigger. Maybe Nick wasn't unharmed. Maybe he wouldn't have to live the rest of his existence in a bed: Bogo, for a moment, felt incredibly powerless: He was powerless during all this pursuit, was powerless over his troop, and was powerless even to Nick, who didn't listen to his orders. Stretched through the windows, he caught a slight sight of the fox's fur, the airbags weren't down yet; but he saw him, a part of his face at least. The rest were buried under the pressure of the balloon. He wasn't conscious, was he alive? With difficulty, the bull stretched his arm inside the car, twisting the metal with his herculean strength. Even so, he reached with difficulty the wrist of the Fox. Of course, it was forbidden to pull him out. It would maybe break his limb, or even releasing the pressure could cause a trauma if he wasn't doing it properly. No, it was to catch a pulse. And, when the heavy hooves of the chief of the police station reached the tiny predator, Bogo stopped to breathe. Nor did he made a single noise.

…

Yeah, all good. At least this cop was fine: Since he knew he had to waitto pull him out, Bogo pulled himself out og the wrecked car. And sought for his partner. On the other side McHorn was rising his thumbs, so the fucker as alive, heh. Bogo wasn't sure to be happy about it. Maybe it would have been for the better if this guy would have finished like his friend on the departmental. As one of those heavy stain who remain on the ground forever. But this kind of internal debates were the credo of policeman: You apply justice, you do not discuss it. The bull snorted, and runned back to his car, only to speak in the channel:

"- The guy's stopped! I Would like the remaining present officers to help the ambulance and the rest of the crw to arrive here. We got two… no? Three wounded animals." Rectified the bull, when the run showed two fingers. Since the vehicles weren't losing gasoil, and the motors clearly shut down, it was a least sure that they weren't getting any fire nor explosion on top of that. As chief Bogo continuously stayed by the channel to share more information. McHorn posting itself on the side where people started to accumulate: The one who got his car mushed up was already running to the policeman with an expression of pure disappointment and distress on his figure.

"- Roger That! Chief Bogo? Chief Bogo please! Here is Judy! Tell me/"

"- Aren't you on a case, Hopps? Leave this channel immediately!"

"- Well yas I am, without my partner 'cause of you! Tell me he didn't stop that car!"

"- I told it Judy, three wounded people. Not dead. He'll be fine – at least until he get out of hospital, then I probably kill him myself-, now leave this channel! Aren't you undercover?"

"- Not really, you know it! Please let me get to Sahara Square!"

"- Oh no you don't, Officer Judy, other people need you to focus on your job: Leave this channel this instant!"

"- ….Roger that. Judy Hopps, off."

The bull didn't hear quite well the insubordination in her voice. But he canceled the channel anyway. Walking out of the car with only his talkie walkie at his belt. Finally, the rest of the help were arriving. As the sun was completely setting down on the scene, the sirens of the ambulance screamed louder and louder. From afar, a tiny fennec ran and covered the distance between him and the wrecked car. Finn was still draggins the speaker to heavy for him, but discretly ran under MHorn who didn't noticed the buddy. He found a way to his friend, or at least his partner, way more tiny than the bull and able to reach the fox in the wrecked car. "- They're here, big guy! They're coming for yah, I'm just behind! You can count on it! I'm just behind" Muttered the fennec. Who widened his eyes es he looked at Nick, that he could saw way more correctly than the bull: Nick was breathing, painfully, but he was breathing. "- They're comin', just you wait..." Did he muttered again. Unable to believe that Nick did what he just did. "- Oh lord, Nick, what did that prey did to you?"