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Enjoy~Aron


Chapter Four:

Detective Francine walked up the stairs to Nick Wilde's apartment, her heavy feet causing each step to creak. She pushed her way past the door and wondered how foxes could live in suck cramped spaces. If one ever appeared in her house, they would think it was a mansion. Entering her coworkers room, Francine couldn't get past the smell of sickness. The forensic's had already finished their jobs and now it was up to her to find out if there was a break in.

"Did anyone find his phone?" Francine asked. She knew that the fox was always on his device when he wasn't at work.

"It wasn't recovered on scene. Perp must have taken it," McHorn said from the bedroom.

"We can track it at the station," she said while looking around the living room. As the officers searched Nick's apartment, they found nothing. Whoever attacked him didn't leave a single trace. There were also no witnesses who saw what happened. They would have to wait for Nick to wake up and give his statement.

"Hey Francine look," McHorn called from the kitchen area. He was holding up a small photograph. She walked closer and saw that it had a paw shaped popsicle on it along with the word "Pawpsicles!" plastered on the top in a large font.

"What about it?" she asked. "I remember that this used to be a scam. A couple of foxes would steal jumbo pops and make em into popsicles and then sell em to the smaller folk down at Little Rodentia," McHorn explained.

"It's just popsicles. Who cares?" Francine asked. They had bigger crimes to solve.

"Yeah but why would Wilde have this at his place?" McHorn asked.

"I don't know. Maybe he bought some once."

"Or maybe he was behind it. Jumbeaux's Cafe and a bunch of others had been robbed. It may not seem like a lot but these business owners have lost a lot of money due to whoever has been committing these crimes."

Francine thought about it for a moment. What exactly did Nick do before becoming a police officer? She did not know a lot about the fox but she did know enough about their species. Many of foxes were criminals and it wouldn't be surprising if Nick had committed a crime when he was younger.

"Did we do a background check on Wilde before he joined?" she asked.

"Everyone is checked before they can even join the academy. Why?" McHorn asked.

"Do you really think that if Nick was a criminal he would be working at a police station? Chief Bogo would have put him in jail."

McHorn nodded his head and placed the photograph back on the refrigerator.

"I guess you've got a point."

"Good now lets go. And stop snooping in his stuff. You're going to damage something," she said while making her way to the front door.

Francine began to drive back to the police station yet she couldn't help but think about what McHorn had said. How much did they truly know about Nick?


At the office, Franci saw Judy sitting at her desk. There were crutches placed beside her that were so small, Franci could use them as a toothpick. Judy and Francine were two of the five female officers on the entire force. Franci remembered that it used to be awkward but once she showed that she was as tough as the guys, they trusted her more. Now all of them had each others backs. She didn't make Judy feel the same way at first but after the Night Howler case, Francine saw that Hopps truly did belong with the rest of them.

"Hey Hopps, how's the foot?" she asked.

Judy looked up and didn't even try to look cheerful.

"My foot is fine. I just need to stay off of it for a few days."

"Thats good. Is Nick feeling better? I heard that it was poison."

Judy nodded her head. "He's doing alright. Officer Moosejaw is guarding him right now."

"Are there any leads?" Judy asked suddenly.

"Not yet. Whoever attacked Nick is an expert. There wasn't a single trace."

"He doesn't seem to remember what happened but I think that if he rests some more it will come back to him."

Francine paused for a moment. She wasn't sure if it was the right time yet she wanted to know.

"You've been to his place before right?" she asked.

"Yes," Judy said wondering where this conversation was going.

"Do you know anything about Pawpsicles?"

Judy's ears immediately perked up at the question.

"Um yeah, Nick said that someone was handing out flyers in the area and he liked the design so he kept it. It's a cool photo right?" she said quickly. It didn't take a cop to know that Judy was nervous. She was tapping her paws and talking quicker which Franci had no idea was possible.

"They did look pretty good. Though I would never be able to eat those. It's just too small," Francine said trying to lighten the mood. Judy faked a laugh and then Franci left.

Francine sat down at her desk and opened up the Police Criminal Database. She took a deep breath and typed in Nicks name.

Francine printed out the material that she had found and placed it in a folder. She walked quickly to where McHorn was. The rhino was drinking coffee and joking with some coworkers by the lounge.

"Okay so what do you call a three humped camel?" McHorn asked with a large smile on his face.

"Oh come on McHorn, Wilde told that on his first day here. Find something new," Vorson complained.

"McHorn, can I speak to you?" Francine asked.

He looked at her and was about to deny her request but the look on her face said that he shouldn't. They made their way into the conference room where they could have privacy.

"Remember how you asked about Nicks past?" she asked quietly.

"It was three hours ago so yeah I do," he replied.

"Well I found something," she said handing him the file.

"I thought you said the popsicle scam was no big deal."

"Yeah but that is just the beginning. Open the file and see for yourself."

He did what she said and began to read the file. His eyes grew wide when he made it to the part that she did before.

"Holy cow," McHorn said with shock.


It isn't my favorite chapter but don't worry it all leads to something bigger then pawpsicles.

Francine and McHorn are from the movie but not much is known about them.

Vorson I came up with. He is a rhino.