Disclaimer: So this is quite a short chapter for one reason: CLIFFHANGER! (don't worry I'll upload an extra one in the week to compensate)

I honestly hate you guys for making me continue this story even though I like writing it I had to brainstorm some ideas and this was like the best one, and considering I got more support on this than any other story it would be a curse to not continue this and give you guys the story you deserve. I don't really hate you, I love you for your continued support!

Danger lurking in the darkness:

Nick nonchalantly strolled through the overgrown grass, squashing clumps of grass beneath his feet with every stride. The weather was overcast, the clouds following the slight rumble of thunder and the streaked sky draw in close towards the tod in one of the most remote places in Zootopia.

After the relaxing saunter through the overgrown field littered with dilapidated tablets scribing names. Nick finally reached his target being the only one with a melted pawpsicle leaning on it. "Hey Fin, I know it's been a while but I just come up here to let you know about your van, I know you said it was a piece of crap, but I managed to get about four hundred dollars, and the business yesterday was insane! I got a couple hundred dollars from Sahara Square, and I thought that with the money, I could buy a car. Anyway, I'm off, so I'll see ya later buddy. Ciao." Nick would often come up to see Finnick and tell him about his life even when he was alive, it was just great that he had a shoulder to cry on. Now Nick only asked himself one question to find his only shoulder to cry on: Where is that bunny?

After a solid few hours of just mindlessly wandering around the streets in an attempt to find her, the doe he saw yesterday, he didn't even know if that was her, to be frank. She had different colour eyes to Judy as he remembered but it wasn't lucid to him what colour eyes Judy had so that could be her with coloured contacts but her fur coat was exactly the same as what Judy's was and the handshake they had seemed familiar. That was enough to convince Nick that it was her and just to reinforce this idea that this was the doe he'd lost; her name was Judy, yet she had a different last name but that was because she was married to an abusive tod Nick wanted to save her from.

The sky started to darken and he began to lose all hope of finding the doe he helped the day prior to this expedition he was set on finishing. After he turned a corner he returned to the road that he'd first hustled Judy, he was about to let a tear brim his eye, knowing that if he just accepted her apology he wouldn't be in the state he was, and neither would she. He stood there, where Finnick pulled off and left the fuming bunny cop for Nick to hustle. He strode down the alleyway behind him and lit a cig, he rarely smoked especially after Finnick's death but sometimes he just had too much of an incentive. The glowing red end of the rolled up cigarette was the only source of light in the dark alley that had history, but every place had history for Nick. He could point to any street and say "That's where I got arrested." or "That was where I pulled a con.", he knew these streets like the back of his paw.

He was hesitant to continue as he apart from the fact that he could definitely feel the chill from the absence of the sun, there was more of a 'chill down your back' vibe in the atmosphere, despite that he just continued to walk through the alley towards the other side, that was until he felt a gun barrel clocked onto his head. Nick sighed and started to turn around. "Before you say anything, I am aware that you are holding a gun to my head and yes I do have money. Come on, I've done this more than enough times already." Before he could get a chance to see who it was, the gun barrel pushed his muzzle back facing forward, whoever was doing was clearly an experienced mugger as they knew very well to conceal their identity.

"I didn't say turn around, fox." It was a feminine voice who used the word fox as an insult, pronouncing the harsh 'x' more predominant than any other words. That was, of course, Nick's pet peeve, he knew that the world held a grudge against foxes and even if he'd accepted that application to become a cop, the world wouldn't trust him any more than they already did.

Nick had an idea, a stupid idea that probably wouldn't work, and if it didn't he would most likely be dead. But that was the best odds he'd had in years so he was willing to try it.

He elbowed his captor in the gut and whipped his body around before twisting her wrist to disarm her. He pushed her to the floor, her dragging him with her and feeling quite the kick from beneath him he winced from the pain he was in whilst she mimicked his pain with her being winded and her paw in pain from the recent dislodgement. Regardless she continued to retaliate against him whilst he attempted to restrain her. They were so blind to each other just brawling on the floor, Nick didn't even know her species. She fidgeted whilst his paw stampeded over her wounded paw that blindly slapped the ground in an attempt to grab it, but unfortunately for her, Nick won the 1st place prize and grabbed the gun before holding it against her head. She ceased her body's movements knowing it was probably over for her even though Nick had no intention of killing her, but he liked the fear he set to dwell in her and as they both met each other's gazes he knew why her kick was so strong and she knew why he'd beat her, the unbeatable mammal who always managed to win in a fistfight had met her match, and she didn't even know his name. When Nick stared into her fearful expression she plastered across her face he knew instantly who it was whilst she noticed the treble of dots by the side of his muzzle and as he smirked, conceited at his own victory she knew exactly who the tod dressed in a Hawaiian shirt was and he was staring straight into her violet eyes.

(I didn't include the doe in the first chapter without reason if you're wondering.)