The cruiser eventually stopped at a rundown looking dive bar named "Frozen Flower." Considering that it was just inside the Tundra dome, but was in quick walking distance of one of the tunnels connecting to the Rainforest, the named seemed appropriate enough. Grizzoli had not lied either, the establishment was meant for much larger mammals, with the doors being an intimidating heavy oak set that looked like you had to be over five feet tall to even open. Reggie was nowhere near that requirement. Once inside, Reggie could see several old wooden tables and booths throughout the establishment. Since it was the middle of the day there was plenty of space for the two of them. With only two sharp dressed Polar Bears and a down on his luck looking Snow Leopard being the only occupants, the two officers went to the bar. At the sight of the two officers, more than likely Grizzoli considered Reggie, the other Polar Bear got up and left. Grizzoli gave them a slight glance when they exited, but then simply continued his way to a stool.

It was no effort for Grizzoli to sit down, but Reggie had to slink his body up the metal rungs in order to get to the seat. From behind a set of wooden swinging doors behind the bar a white wolf walked out, rag over shoulder wearing only a black t-shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans.

"Didn't you get enough last night?" the wolf said to Grizzoli.

Grizzoli grinned "Had so much fun thought I'd do it again."

The white wolf chuckled and shook his head, then noticed Reggie standing on the stool next to him.

"You vouching for him?" the white wolf suddenly asked Grizzoli. Grizzoli stiffened up.

"He's a cop." Grizzoli answered defensively. Reggie paid no mind to what the white wolf was saying. He had heard the same thing a thousand times before and would probably hear it a thousand more times before this month was over. The white wolf shrugged then got out a notepad and pen.

"So what'll it be for the boys in blue today?" said the White Wolf, giving a smile that looked well practiced.

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks and a salmon burger, hold the sauce. I hate that stuff," Grizzoli said without hesitation. The white wolf nodded as he wrote down the order. Then the wolf looked over the Reggie. "I don't know what we got that's closer to your size."

"Give him that appetizer plate with the fried bugs. What you call it?" Grizzoli filled in "oh and a water for him. He's a rook, don't need his first day hitting the sauce!" Grizzoli laughed at his own joke and the white wolf shook his head, smile still in place, while writing down the order and heading back thru the double doors.

"So I'm assuming this is a regular hangout for you?" asked Reggie. He wasn't truly interested, but either was either small talk or listening to the snoring of the now noticeably passed out snow leopard a few stools down.

"Uh… you could say that," started Grizzoli "when stuff between me and the misses started getting heated I would come here, have a few drinks, then head home."

"Mmm," Reggie responded. He wondered how many nights that had happened and how many drinks are a few. Bringing that up would only open up an entirely new can of worms that he wanted no part in.

"So tell me about your partner, Snarlov?" Reggie asked, it was the first topic to come to mind.

Grizzoli grinned, "Snarlov and I have been partners for so long now. We know each other better than our own mates! Why I can tell you a few stories about me and Snarlov. See a couple years ago…"

So Grizzoli seemingly told Reggie about every single collar and encounter him and Snarlov have had over their twelve year partnership. Reggie only paid half attention, noting that it seems that Snarlov was a Brown Bear who was apparently only getting grouchier as the years went on. He also learned some more facts about Grizzoli, or at least he heard them consciously for the first time today. Grizzoli had a mate and two cubs. A boy named Anthony and a daughter Alexis. They were obviously going through something between the older officer and his mate, but both Reggie and Grizzoli steered away from that topic. Eventually their food came, and to Grizzoli's personal surprise Reggie devoured the entire serving of fried crickets. The salmon burger that Grizzoli ordered smelled good to Reggie. After taking several bites into the burger, and cursing the fact that the cook forgot to take the sauce off, Grizzoli explained his love for fish.

"Can't stand bugs honestly. Never grew up with them, so could never eat them as an adult." Grizzoli stated "so whenever I can find a place that does fish at a reasonable price, I make sure to come back to it." He finished his statement with a toothy grin, revealing some scales stuck in between his teeth.

After finishing their meals, and Grizzoli downing the scotch and a glass of water in quick succession, both officers headed back to the car to once again continue their patrol.


The rest of the day flew by with ease. They finally got to do more than drive when I driver started speeding in a school zone. It was an easy job of pulling over, making sure there were no outstanding warrants for the moose in question, then giving him a ticket and sending him on his way. Eventually it was time to clock out. It was a long and boring first day for Reggie, but for Grizzoli a nice break from the usual hustle of the patrol route.

"Don't get to comfortable" chuckled Grizzoli, "there's a reason why Bogo has two bears that patrol here."

Reggie nodded quietly in agreement, though personally he was not worried at all. The ZPA training course was rough, and helped him to better defend himself. His time in Zootopia had also helped prepare him for a fight. It wasn't uncommon for either him or his uncle to come home bruised and battered. This is more than likely what inspired Mary he surmised. Still unlike his uncle whose beatings usually were the result of competition, failed scams or debt collectors, Reggie's were from those who just plain didn't like him.

Grizzoli seeming to sense what the Weasel was thinking spoke up again.

"Now I know the Academy teaches you all the text book ways to take down larger mammals. The fact that you are here tells me you knocked out a Rhino. That should be impressive, except everyone at Precinct One had to knock one out. That's simply a basic requirement anymore."

Now the Polar Bear was looking directly at Reggie, almost sizing the thin mammal sitting next to him up.

"One swipe of a Tiger's paw and BAM!" Grizzoli said while smacking his large paw against the steering wheel, "another dead cop and another family in tears."

He said that last part quietly. Barely heard by Reggie, it was almost as if the Polar Bear said this to remind himself. There was silence after this statement. Grizzoli's comment made Reggie realize he didn't even know the first name of the large mammal sitting next to him. The awkward exit to the motor pool, as well as Grizzoli's willingness to fill the morning in idle chatter had left no room for proper introductions.

Reggie glanced over at the Polar Bear.

"I just realized that I don't know your first name."

Grizzoli gave a broad smile to the mustela's comment.

"Yeah on the job everyone usually goes by last names. 'Clawhauser', 'Wolford' 'Bogo' 'Trunkaby', the list goes on. Generally only partners are on a first name basis with each other."

"I take it that I will not be finding out your first name today then." Reggie stated matter-of-fact. It made sense that you would need to trust your partner to reveal information about yourself, but why was a first name so important?

With a hearty laugh Grizzoli responded "Sorry Weaselton. Ride with me for three years and MAYBE I'd tell you my first name!"

Reggie couldn't help by chuckle at this. "Well if that's the case then I guess I shouldn't tell you mine then."

"Oh I already know it," Grizzoli stated slyly, "and I gotta say, between Duke and Duchess I was expecting more than a simple Reginald, thought you would be at least a Count or even a Baron."

This brought both of the officers to fits of laughter. Even Regg knew it was ridiculous for his aunt and uncle to be called that, but it was a family tradition for some reason and no one wanted to break it.

"Each generation of Weaselton has a Duke or Duchess...well except mine," Reggie said with a furrowed brow. When he was younger he would always wonder why he wasn't named after his uncle, but when things turned bad at home those thoughts made room for more…important matters.

Grizzoli simply nodded his head and continued to drive.

Eventually the end of their shift arrived. A very slow, boring, bland day that Reggie personally hoped would not be repeated again tomorrow.

Pulling back into the motor pool, both officers exited the cruiser in time to see another one pull in. As the Polar Bear and Weasel started making their way to the main offices, a car door could be heard opening that quickly slamming followed by a threatening growl.

"Well that was a complete waste of a day!"growled a female voice.

"How so? We got to enjoy the scenery, get the cruiser cleaned, and you got a mud facial today!" came a jovial male voice oozing with smugness.

A loud roar echoed throughout the building.

"I swear if I can prove that you PUSHED ME into the mud I'm gonna shave your tail!" came the female voice once more.

This was followed by almost howling laughter.

"Fang, I was in front of you! By like five feet! How could I have pushed you?" the male voice responded through his laughter.

Both Grizzoli and Reggie had stopped now to see the two officers having the conversation.

Coming into view past the cars were two very wet mammals, one the grey wolf from earlier in the day whose tail was wagging vigorously behind him. The other was the female Bengal tiger who also had noticeable spots of mud throughout her uniform.

As they came into view Grizzoli called out to the two soaked mammals.

"Fang! Wolford! How'd the missing sow go?" he called out.

Wolford's grin grew ear to ear at the mention of their case.

"Does she count as missing if she's with her boyfriend?" the wolf called back, "oh and her husband was the one who filed the missing mammals report!"

While he couldn't make out the words, Reggie could hear Fangmeyer mumbling after that last statement.

"Sounds like you had a fun day!" Grizzoli said through a smile, the two drenched officers now standing in front of the two dry ones.

"Make matters worse, Miss Kitty doesn't like to get wet," Wolford stated, pointing a claw to the disgruntled tiger.

"Wolford! How many times have I told you not to call me that?!" Fangmeyer hissed. Wolford looked at his now fuming partner.

"I'm sorry." Wolford looked the part of the apology, but Reggie could see a mischievous glint in the wolf's eye. Fangmeyer sighed.

"You would think all these meet-ups with Wilde would teach you how to use that mouth of yours."

Wolford opened his muzzle to reply but quickly closed it. A blush ran thru his ears before the lupine folded them down.

"It's fine. Come on, let's clock out and get out of these miserable uniforms. You can buy me a round at the bar." The tiger said. Wolford's expression quickly perked back up.

"Done and done." The wolf exclaimed, with both officers waving past Grizzoli and Reggie.

Grizzoli shaking his head and chuckling at the antics of the canine and feline.

"Those two make one hell of a team, but how they deal with each other every day I'll never know."

The two officers then left to clock out themselves. Grizzoli waving off Reggie when he headed out while the Polar Bear headed to the locker room to get changed. Passing the front desk, Reggie noticed Clawhauser was still there typing away about something. Instead of addressing the Weasel as he passed, Clawhauser simply glanced his way then went back to his work. Seeing as how bubbly he was on his arrival this morning, Reggie had a feeling he was the cheetah's bad list.

With a sigh Reggie exited the building.

"Looks like you made three enemies today Regg."

" Rutt."