Introduction: Hello, this is my first Zootopia story. I just started publishing fanfiction earlier this year, so I apologize if the formatting of the story is awkward. Like always, I would love some feedback! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All rights to Disney and the Zootopia franchise. A few OC's are my creations.

Story Note: This chapter is different than the first three, but was kind of necessary to move the story along as I needed, though I hope you still find it interesting. It is intended to take place just a few days after the previous chapters.

Zootopia 2: A Wilde Tale

Chapter Four

Migraines. Headaches. Brain Pains.

It was all the same to Chief Bogo, especially after 25 years of working for the Zootopia Police Department. Like for any high official, at times the stress of the job took a toll on him.

Many years earlier, he had started off as a humble Junior Officer, then slowly yet surely, climbed up the ranks until he was appointed Chief of Precinct One – the oldest and most storied precinct of the city. For certain it was a tough position, one not meant for the softhearted.

But at the end of the day, Bogo knew he did not belong anywhere else. The robust Cape buffalo willingly dedicated more than half his life to the police force, and did not have any regrets about it.

ZPD was home for him, and always would be.

Though despite all of this, there were some days the Chief had no choice but to deal with the less attractive aspects of the job, the kind that involved shady department relations and tense office politics – the type of thing Bogo despised.

Unfortunately, it seemed that today, was to be one of those days.

It was late Monday morning, and Bogo had just returned from a two-day weekend vacation, an extremely rare occurrence for him as a police leader. But now, the reality of recent changes in Zootopia hit him hard, like an angry rhino with an old grudge.

As the Chief sat at the mahogany desk in his private office, he re-read the email displayed on his work computer for the third time, and let out a weary sigh.

"Well thank you, Big Brother. Things will be getting interesting around here, won't they be?", the buffalo asked himself, quite sarcastically. He stretched out and leaned back in his chair, then tiredly settled his strong arms along it's side-rests.

The strongly-worded correspondence was from his own superiors, the Board of Police Commissioners.

And in the email, the Broad essentially informed precinct leaders that new and dire changes were going to occur in the ZPD, including with Bogo's own domain – whether they liked it or not:

Going forth, ZPD employees were going to be under closer watch and tougher scrutiny, more than what was standard in years past.

But as to exactly how this would all pan out, the Board had declined to explain in detail, as of yet. Though in due time, they would all surely find out.

Yet what Bogo did know was, that this change was all due to the Mayor. Or rather, due to Zootopia's incapability to secure a Mayor.

After the impeachments of Lionheart and Bellwether, the newly instated interim leader – an elderly panda named Eleanor Green – had declined to run officially for office and stepped down instead, as she no longer wanted the responsibility.

But all of this political drama had left the citizens of Zootopia feeling jaded and uncertain in their view of the City Hall. The populace was tired of corruption and dishonesty – more than ever, they wanted a leader they could trust.

And so just a month earlier, in the latest and much anticipated mayor election, a new politician had finally been elected to lead the city – a honey badger by the name of Jerry Payne.

And while Payne may have been small in his size, he was certainly big in his bravado.

Now, as Chief Bogo thought of the predator mammal, he cringed slightly and rubbed both of his hand-like hooves on his aching temples. He had met Payne a few times, and found him to be an intense individual, to say the least – which even Bogo had to admit, meant a lot coming from his own self.

'Thanks to Lionheart and Bellwether's indiscretions, everyone else has to suffer the consequences'., Bogo thought, rather spitefully.

In the months leading up the election, Payne had run a campaign based on his future ideals of "cleaning house" and "cracking down" on personnel corruption within the metropolis. The honey-badger promised the public that if he was elected, he would strike down hard to eliminate Zootopia of any crooked or unfit individuals employed in all of the city's divisions, not just his own.

And fatefully, this also included the ZPD.

But all in all, this is exactly what the people wanted to hear, which is why the people voted for Payne as Mayor.

The buffalo let out another long sigh, and now turned his attention back to his computer screen. He abruptly toggled out of the email, then opened up a spreadsheet window that contained the schedules of his employees for the next couple of weeks.

Bogo had some planning to do.

It was pertinent he spent the next week or so precariously explaining to his officers what the near future may hold for Precinct One. Between all the different employees and watches, the Chief knew big group meetings were not realistic for this sort of conversation.

Instead, he planned to talk with the officers in pairs, just partner and partner.

'How am I supposed to explain, that even though I myself trust them, that just isn't enough anymore?', pondered Bogo, with a concerned expression upon his face.

On the outside, the old bull seemed like a tough guy. But on the inside, he still cared deeply for his kind: A good relationship between a chief and his officers was the foundation of any prestigious police department – this was a fact Bogo knew very well.

And he also knew, that sometimes even the chief could be proved wrong, and learn a new thing or two from his own officers.

Now, as Bogo continued sitting at his desk and reminiscing over his storied police chief career, he slowly found himself distracted away from his screen, and started to focus his attention elsewhere.

He now gazed up towards a three-pane window, which covered a portion of the office's front wall and faced into the department lobby. The blinds were currently drawn up, and from where he was seated, the buffalo still had a decent view of the building's reception area.

Like usual, the ever friendly and cordial Officer Clawhauser manned the front desk, greeting visitors and taking-in phone calls. But at the moment, there were two other ZPD officers with him - fully dressed in uniform and coffee cups in hand - casually chatting with the portly cheetah.

Wilde and Hopps. Hopps and Wilde.

Suddenly, Bogo looked down at the clock on his desk – it was only 11:30 AM. Like usual, the rabbit-and-fox pair had arrived for their shift early, which was not due to start until noon, and were already prepared for duty.

The smaller-mammal partners were two of Chief's officers he deemed most trustworthy and reliable in the precinct, and he held them in high regard. Though of course, as it was in his nature, he did not make a habit of actually telling them so.

Now once again, the Chief glanced towards the reception area, and could not resist but smile to himself just a bit.

'My cops are good cops. They'll be just fine, I'm sure of it'., Bogo thought confidently.

Author's Note: This chapter turned out to have more politics and police-hierarchy content in it than I originally planned, but I hope it came off convincing enough - I tried to do some research lol. Thanks for reading!