Over the next few days, Judy and Alex worked over the DNA analysis of the remaining hair samples. They discovered that the fur belonged to a rare version of the red panda species, the Ailurus fulgens styani. His furs suggested that he might have been homeless, as it had many folds and tangles in it, but try, just try to put on a costume without roughing up some of your fur. Either way, he wasn't to particularly careful.

Also, the search on the boat that he left behind revealed paw prints, which were easily traceable. Their suspect's name was Christopher Hunts, and he surprisingly lived in Tundratown. Well, did, since he obviously fled. Once they had a name, Judy and her new partner, a polar bear named Ivan, went to investigate their suspect's house. Once they arrived, they noticed the front door slightly open, surrounded by splintered wood. Upon close inspection, they realized the door had been kicked in.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Judy said. This house gave her a creepy aura that made the hairs on the back of her head sand up. Ivan wasn't as creeped out, but it was still evident when he said, "Officer Hopps, should we call back up?" his thick Russian accent was obvious as he said those words. Seeing as how he was just assigned to her, he tried to remain as professional as he could. "Ivan, for the twentieth time today, you can call me Judy. I'm not your supervisor. That and I'll check the basement." Judy quipped. She could tell just how uneasy he was.

"Will do, Officer Ho- Judy. Sorry, I'm still getting used to that." Ivan replied. As he started to look around, using his powerful nose to smell anything off, Judy went to the basement stairs. This definitely wasn't her ideal place to be, but she had a job to do, and Nick deserved a proper ending, not some bullshit excuse of an ending the writer currently has (#FourthWallBreak). Descending the stairs, Judy got out her flashlight, as the light has been on so long it apparently burned out. Once she got to the bottom of the stairs, she took a sigh of relief. A little exploring soon ended that rest.

All she could see was red. And not the kind you want to see in an abandoned house. The walls were effectively painted in blood. The smell immediately overtook her as she gasped for air. She has smelled blood before; she wasn't that new of a cop, but Judy has never smelled this much all at once. Coming out of her sensory overload, she held her nose and shone the light over the affected area. The floor, the walls, the roof, even the damn window, which was a good 20 feet away, were all colored red. She got on her shoulder radio and said, "Ivan, do you smell that?" His response was immediate. "You don't even know how bad it is. The whole kitchen is bloodied, from the floor, to the counter, even the ceiling are red. The sink is literally filled to overflowing with blood! Judy, call backup. Now!"

That was all she needed to hear. "Dispatch, we have a literal bloodbath over at the suspect's house, requesting hazmat and backup immediately." Judy didn't wait for a response; she was going to get the hell out of that house. As she got to the stairs, she heard Ivan struggle with something. "You ok up there, Ivan?" Judy called into the stairwell. As if the universe was going to respond for her, she heard the one thing you never want to hear as an officer: gunshots. At least four shots rang out through the house, sending chills down Judy's back. After the shots were fired, she heard a loud thump, having to be something big.

"Dispatch, we have shots fired, repeat shots fi-" as she said that, something hit her, hard. She fell down the stairs, not ever realizing she even climbed them. She tumbled and tumbled for what she thought to be an eternity of pain. Once she hit the bottom, she was out cold, having hit her head too many times to count

Judy vaguely remembers falling down something, then sharp pains in her head and she was out. Once she thought she woke up, she looked around. White light surrounded her on all flanks and a silhouette stood in front of her. The shadow was standing tall and proud, and she thought for a moment, 'wow. That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.' While still dazed, Judy saw the figure walk to her, and the mammal came into view. It was a red fox in a police uniform, licking a pawpsicle. Judy almost yelled in surprise. It was Nick!

A very stunned Judy watched as a very hansom fox walked over to her. 'Hey Carrots. How's the world of the living been so far?' Judy couldn't believe she was seeing Nick, who as of late HAS BEEN DEAD FOR 2 YEARS. 'C'mon Judy, talk to me. Being dead for this long got boring months ago.' Judy could barely hold in the sobs as she said, 'Nick… is that you…?' 'Yes, Cottontail, it's the one and only Nick.' Judy had a million- no, scratch that, a BILLION questions to ask him, nut one stuck out like a sore thumb. 'Wait… if you're dead, and I can see you… did I die?' 'Well Judy, no. you are just out cold in some bloodied basement, but you are about to be killed, so you might wanna wake up now.' Nick hugged Judy, and it eased all of her pain that she had been holding on since the incident. As she felt better, her world began to darken again. 'Goodbye, Nick. May we meet up again one day, when I have lived a proper life.' Judy smirked at Nick, who took the jab at his hustling career as a playful joke. 'See you around… Judy.' And with that, she awoke.

Judy slowly opened her eyes. Her head was killing her, and most of her body had a pain somewhere between 6 or 7 on the 1-10 scale. She did notice, however, that she was being dragged. To where, she hadn't a clue. What she did know, was that the ground became damp and she could smell blood again. Oh god, he is taking me to the killing area! Judy thought. Once the thing dragging her stopped, she was immediately raised onto a table, a very damp table. Oh god, how many people have met their fate here? She could only imagine the dozens of people who had their life fluid drained from them, having it go all over the place in irregular ways. Judy was having none of this, so she stood up while here attacked was getting something from under the table. From the light bulb this thing turned on while she was out on the ground, she could see their face.

What she saw chilled her to the very core of her being. The thing in front of her… it was a red panda. Not the same kind that attacked them years ago, but definitely a red panda. The look in his eye definitely showed he wasn't happy to see her awake, much less standing up. But, there was something else. Those eyes showed… pleasure. This sick fuck enjoyed doing this to innocent mammals. Judy, deciding enough was enough, grabbed for her equipment belt. Her standard dart gun had fallen loose, however, so all she had was… oh no. Please god don't make me do this to him, no matter what he did to others.

All she had was her pistol, the standard issue M9, her one and only defense from the panda. Although she always tried to avoid it, she had to pull it out once or twice before. Never before had she shot it, aside from the training course she took with Nick. She jumped at the red atrocity of a mammal, trying to stun him as she took the time to get out her pistol. Once she got the suspect on the ground, she put the gun to his head. "Stay down, or I will use this. God knows you deserve it." Judy spat at the suspect, trying her best to NOT pull the trigger. As much as she hated using force, especially possibly killing someone, these circumstances kinda numbed the caring part of her. As she spoke into her shoulder radio "Dispatch, I have the suspect detained, requiring ambulance, over. The suspect has been injured and needs medical assistance." Judy got that one look you never want to see. A smirk.

After knocking out the suspect with the butt of her gun (she was sure his nose was broken), she shot him with the tranq gun just to be sure. She went upstairs to make sure Ivan was ok; shots fired are almost never good. What she saw almost made her fall over. Or was it the puddle of Ivan's blood she slipped in that did that? He had one hole in his chest, but four scattered around his back. All of the holes emanated from his chest, all going through his heart. There was no way he was going to survive the first shot, much less the other 3. He was leaned against the wall, holding something in his hand. As Judy heard sirens in the distance, she grabbed what it was.

Ivan had a photo of his family in his hand, and he took care to keep the copious amount of blood from ruining the picture. His wife could be seen with her arm around his shoulder, and their son could be seen sitting in a chair in front of the couple. Judy couldn't hold herself together as the tears came and fell, remembering Nick, imagining how Ivan's family would feel after this. Before Judy had her vision blurred for hours on end, she could make out a little chair in Ivan's right paw in the photo. It was none other than Mr. Big himself. Judy knew that from now on, Mr. Big would use all of his recourses to help her find the suspect. At least, she thought, I can have help from someone who isn't bound by the law.