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Zootopia Bureau of Investigation (ZBI)
Chapter 4: Evidence
3 months prior, Team Cute, Base of Operations (new home)
The warmth and the cozy feeling inside this bed was simply divine for him. Nick could not believe how relaxing it was to just lay there, not thinking about the world. Relaxing his body while dosing. Only the occasional thumps of slow, tippy feet outside of his room. He was awake, but could not force himself to leave his beautifully snuggly little cage of blanket and pillows.
He knew he had to get up eventually. Evident by the constant but real quiet noises from the outside he listened to. The other occupant of this apartment was surely trying to be silent, although he did not know why she would want to be this way. He had to go to Joe's only a little bit later than her, half an hour. Being calm was kinda not necessary. He wondered, why she didn't try to force him out of bed already.
It would actually be normal for both of them to stand up and do their respective things for the morning together, if he was honest with himself. It was their second day together in this apartment and the other morning was kinda a shared and welcome experience for him. And he hoped, for her too. So, after considering his decision for at least five more minutes, Nick finally got up to at least see the little enthusiastic fur-ball, before she would go to her new workplace.
Someone like him could not be normally a morning type. Being lazy was what was most expected of a fox. But in a way, this was not true at all, for most foxes actually. He was awake. Only because he liked to cuddle in his bed with his tail a little bit more to waste some minutes, didn't make him moody at the mornings. It was rather the opposite, making him happy to start a new day. His fur was partly matted with some kind of transpiration he loosed the night prior, though. The coziness of a goods night sleep showing by lose furry spots, mostly on the side he laid on. Smacking his lips together and smelling himself, he surely knew, why he would call any place he slept at a fox hole.
It smelled slightly, not overly much like fox in his room. And it would smell everywhere else in this flat with time. It would smell like him if he would be here for months, if not the smell of good morning coffee was slowly but steadily perpetrating his nostrils immediately after he opened his door with his wash bag and a new pair of boxers in his paws.
Clothed in only his boxers, the odor of live giving liquid was purposefully around the whole apartment, obviously originating from the cup held of the incredibly suddenly pretty bunny on the other end of the floor.
A sly fox looking right at her, smelling the divine odors, half lidded and sleepy eyes looking with a pleased smile on his face at her.
On the other side, the bunny was blushing madly. She herself was already in a jumpsuit and fully prepared for a mechanics job. But seeing her partner, this fox, nearly naked in front of her was a sight she was not prepared for.
She herself got rid of her bed fur (bed head) as fast as possible after she woke up, not wanting to show herself to her partner in this way at all. He should only see her at her best. He only deserved the best Judy she was able to give. So she deliberately tried to be as sneaky as possible while she did her morning preparations. She did not want to find him seeing her after waking up. The amount of verbal teasing and joking was not worth it.
Another big thing for her was her dubious smell. She always developed this fur odor over the night. Smelling like bunny was quite a problem at the mornings for her. One of the reasons she always aired her place thoroughly while she showered.
The embarrassment of her partner smelling her would be demolishing for her ego. He would probably belch and call her names. She could not stand the thought, that her natural odor could get this kind of reaction of the fox. So she tried everything to not wake him. Not only that, the Idea to whitewash the smell with something different, like coffee, was a successful one in her mind.
The fox slowly walked closer to her, increasing her blush tenfold. Nick didn't even register that at all. He just wanted to start the day. Himself being oblivious of the situation and his own nakedness, only in his boxers.
Although, not really oblivious, just not caring. This was Judy in front of him, why should he care? She would understand that waking up is natures way to show someone how ugly you can get. The question though was ... why was she still so nice on the eyes ... he would have liked to see her morning ugliness, if it even existed with this bunny ... the words ugly and Judy just didn't match at all in his opinion. A waste, maybe next morning ... he chuckled at his own joke.
Standing close to her, he used his nose to smell the coffee in her paws thoroughly. A light sigh came out of him, as he glanced briefly over towards the eyes of the bunny.
"Hey, Carrots. Sleep well?" he asked her, after taking another step to go past her on his obvious way to the bathroom.
The kinda paralyzed rabbit, with embarrassed flattened ears responded in a near whisper, "Yeah. Slept good, thank you." while still not moving one bit.
Nick on the other paw was already inside the bath, not bothering closing the door when he took his toothbrush and prepared for a good shrubbing, "I hope you made more than one cup of coffee, carrots. This smells incredible."
Slowly getting her demeanor together, Judy quickly rushed back into the kitchen. Still slightly blushing because of the things she witnessed prior. With a little huff she answered, "Of course. I made a full pot. I think you can take care of it yourself."
Nick, spitted while she used her voice, getting rid of some mouthwash before replying, "Will do after I showered. You have everything under control there?"
What was that for a question? She wanted to answer but even before she was able to, she heard the shower head come to life.
He started to shower. In a bathroom, right after he asked a question. With an open door. Probably naked. Don't giving a damn if she would see him.
Thoughts of all kinds flowed thorough her mind. Gulping audibly and emptying her cup within a moments notice.
The most prominent thought in her mind was simple and she voiced it quite quickly, "Oh, look at the time. I have to go, see you later Nick!", she practically screamed.
Throwing her cup into the dishwasher and running fast, without even daring to look backwards at the open door with the fox showering in plane sight, she went out the entrance.
Her brain was trying to process what just happened, and no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, it came to only one conclusion. This fox is crazy!
This was a morning routine that seemed to will repeat itself in the future. She knew that ... and kinda looked forward to it ...
Nick, on the other side, still showering and soaking his fur with the wet and relaxing liquid called water, was still oblivious about the whole situation. In his mind, he was home. And why should he change any habits he normally lived with?
This was now his secure place. The place he could be and do whatever and whenever he wanted. Yeah, this was Judy's place too. But Nick was sure, this implied to her as well. He actually looked forward to see her all natural like. Not naked or something like that, mind you. But rather how she really was inside, out of her shell and normal behavior.
He was not surprised to see her being this strict all the time. Occasionally showing a little bit of emotion. And she should not be surprised to see him this calm and relaxed. There was no big difference. Nick was just being himself. Why should he restrain himself at all?
He thought about it. But how should he know? He never had a house mate outside his family and Finnick, another male he grew up with, before. Even in his cubhood he mostly lived alone or with his mother. He simply did not know better. He just felt secure there. In his new home. With this little bunny he trusted more than anyone else. This was his fox den.
Judy Hopps as Heidi Bussler, Roberts Workshop
Judy was nervous, but knew exactly what she let herself in for. She was prepared to take this challenge. On the whole way to the workshop she tried to repeat her practices. To find out how to approach things again. Nick briefed her enough for this. She knew what to do. And she was determined. She was able to impersonate someone else. She knew that. She was an actress.
The Internet was a very good friend in regard of preparing her for this. She read a lot about possibilities how to repair, but mostly how to scam someone with older cars. Not only that, she tried to create her own story about Heidi Bussler.
In the eyes of everyone else she was a Germane mechanic now. A bunny, who went to Zootopia because the Germanes where too strict and law abiding. Searching for her place in the world, looking for a good workshop to start a new live.
Her relationship with Nick was also a subject she probably would not be able to avoid. She needed to be prepared for any question they would ask her about him. And if she would not be able to answer, she would always have a trump card up her sleeve.
Her new origins, being from a country with another language could be beneficial. Just bluffing ignorance would be quite great to try, too. She actually should always try that at first, before showing any evidence that she was actually knowing everything that was talked about.
Confidence was something else she needed to show. And she did exactly that. With a prideful step in her walk she deliberately walked towards the door of the small side building near the garage, no concerns showing in her life. Maybe because she was quite confident there. Yes, it was point 6:59 AM, and she would wait for it to get to 7:00 AM precisely.
Just standing there, the other mechanics, only female ones in this workshop now, were looking at this new face expectingly. All were curious about this bunny, just standing there in front of their boss's door. Waiting for Animalia knows what to happen.
Cathy, the Lynx, already wanted to approach the new face, when the morning horn of the factory on the other side of the street announced the beginning of their shift.
At this exact moment, Judy knocked at the door.
It happened to take some time before a badger opened it. Looking irritably at this little furry creature on his doorstep, "What are you doing here, little Bunny."
Judy, familiar with this kind of greetings towards her species, shrugged it of and replied, trying to sound aggressive herself, "I am Heidi. Mechanic. Nick Said yesterday I can come work for you."
She congratulated herself for this smooth introduction. The smirk of the badger showed his amusement, "Ha, a bunny. I thought his friend would be a fox, not some little critter."
At that she punched, not very hard but still to the shock of everyone else, the badger right on the nose, "I am no little critter. I am strong rabbit with good past. I show you."
The badger, as shocked as the others, holding his nose, suddenly laughed, "Ha, you are a feisty one, I give you that." He licked his lips, "I like you. You know what, why don't you get acquainted with everyone. See if you can help some animals in here. Cathy!"
The lynx heard her name being yelled but did not move. She already was there. She just stood there, pretty close to those two, listening into anything they conversed in, "Yeah, boss."
Robert the badger gave her his orders, "You gonna help little miss sunshine over here getting used to everything. You are gonna make the decision if she stays or not. It's on you, sweety."
Judy, or rather Heidi, looked at the lynx closely. She was the one who would be in the way of a successful or a miserable undercover job. Judy needed to convince her. The lynx in question answered, "Yes Boss.", she focused her eyes on the bunny some more. It felt like she was analyzing Judy so thoroughly, that it felt like she was naked for a moment with this stare the lynx showed. "Heidi, right?", at that Judy nodded, feeling uncomfortable to know, that this feline was her supervisor for the time being.
Cathy motioned with her paw to follow her. For Judy, everything she would do now would have to revolve around this lynx. This lynx needed to trust her. Judy knew how to approach this, "Miss Cathy, what does feisty mean?", she asked after they were far enough away from the badger.
Surprised about an innocent question like this, it brought instantly sympathy from Cathy. The lynx looked at her confused, remembering that this rabbit was not from around here, "It means full of live or I would say courageous. But be cautious. The Boss seems nice now, but he is a true asshole. I would not recommend to be alone with him."
Judy already was cautious the whole time and replied with a little, "Eh, okay. Thank you", walking side by side, wanting to learn as much as possible about this workshop and this lynx. Despite not knowing each other, the two quickly became like friends.
Today, Gordon Foreman, Gordon's home flat
The mink was not understanding it. He studied those folders more than once. His eyes were tired glancing at the same words and the same photos multiple times. His Laptop on his desk brightly glowing, being the only source of unnatural light in his study room.
He was in his little flat, right on the other side of the Bureau Headquarters. A beautiful sight to behold from his window. The green facade of the famous Hood Tower, one of the biggest landmarks of Zootopia, reflected the moons shine into his room, illuminating it nearly as much, as the laptop did. The Bureau being located on multiple floors of this tower. Although, most was for the staff, not the actual agents. They only occupied one floor. Just looking out of the window and he would see the building, he spent most time in, besides his home. If he was honest, he probably was more in the Bureau than home.
He pushed a little DvD, which he found inside of the file he got from the ZPD, inside of his DvD drive. He knew what was on it but was surprised to find neatly ordered folders on the disk. This was not normal. It was not only a little bit too much, but the order was far to organized for a simple police officer. So neatly ordered, he could easily navigate anywhere he wanted and find evidence within seconds of just browsing the files. He could not believe, that this Team Cute was so incredibly thorough. He adapted the name of Team Cute for himself, after he found a sketch of two smilies, one with bunny ears and the other with a foxtail on the inside of the folder he found the DvD in.
But he could not believe it. Data and folders, multiple ones, filled with audio files, video files, photos and the same documents he already read about in the analog part of this folder. How much more advanced the equipment of those two Officers was, puzzled the agent. This was something, he could not believe.
Not only did they used advanced interception devices, but all photos were in a quality, not even the ZBI had. It seemed that all of them were shot with a high quality camera, probably with ten times more quality than anything he ever used for this kind of work.
It seemed surreal. It was baffling that the perspective of most of those files indicated that, for example, photos were taken while being undercover but openly doing it at the same time. Which did not make sense at all. Such advanced equipment would simply be to big to carry around.
Even the audio devices would not only be incredibly expensive, but actually the amount of audio-files was staggering.
Gordon concluded in this, that those two had help regarding their work. High quality help. They needed to have, there was no other explanation.
In big contrast was the other folder on the desk, not small at all but not as extensive as the ZPD one, was simple in comparison.
It was the folder of the Bureau. The same case name as the ZPD one adoring the front. Robert Bledzewski on top, and a big Case Closed in Red letters on the front. The criminal investigations Division of the ZBI was on this grand theft auto case just like the ZPD was.
The big difference was the time they were actually involved in it. Agent Catherine Palmer was already undercover for three months when the rabbit called Judy Hopps happened to stumble onto the scene and gathering evidence like a squirrel would gather nuts.
Her partner, Nick P. Wilde was not less productive. According to the files, he actually was more successful gathering efficient evidence than Judy herself. While the bunny was busy overhearing and obviously recording anything suspicious and incriminating in the workshop, the fox was busy getting to know every little other acquaintance of this syndicate. Gathering evidence to incriminate so many convicts to occupy the judging system of Zootopia for months to come.
Very impressive was that Nick managed to get evidence and names of not only the real hardened criminals in this case, but also their bankers, theirs lawyers and most importantly, somehow this fox got the information about the undercover mission of the Bureau being involved. How was an incredible feat like this possible? This was unheard of. Two freshman officers, not even a month together as partners, outwitting the ZBI. Only two weeks after they started to gather evidence. They knew so much more, it was exhilarating to see their accomplishments.
It was fascinating and scary for Gordon. Especially since the Bureau itself didn't know about the involvement of those two in this case till close to the very end of it.
What a surprise it would have been, to work your ass off for who knows how long, and in the end there are two police officers, small mammals. A bunny and a fox for Animalia's sake. Unheard of. Incredible. With all the evidence, standing there and getting the job done you yourself was not able to do. If he wasn't impressed before, after seeing the contents of their folder, Gordon found admiration inside himself.
"They truly are something else." Gordon calmly mentioned to no one in particular.
"Who?", all this time he thought about this, Gordon looked out of his window, not recognizing the ferret who was so close behind him, Asking the question of whom he was talking about. Paul smirked but was concerned for the mink. Normally he would not be able to sneak behind his partner at all.
Gordon on the other paw was not alarmed at all. He knew Paul and the ferret was the only one with access to his home. It was just a matter of time till he would decide to visit him. An occasion happening every evening.
The mink concluded that Paul either didn't have a place to sleep, or rather, he probably liked to sleep next to him more than being alone in his own flat. That would be it. In all his thoughts, Gordon nearly forgot to answer the question. Paul was patient enough to let him sort his brain first, placing both paws on his lovers shoulders from behind.
Gordon answered him, somehow enthusiastically, "You know. This files here." he motioned to his desk, "I was occupied my whole shift with those."
Paul didn't know about those files. Gordon's job was to find new agents, so Paul combined in his head, that Gordon was talking about some new potential agents, "That's good, found someone promising?
Gordon could talk freely to Paul, "Yeah, two extraordinary police officers. But that is not the only thing of importance."
The ferret was confused by this, "Isn't that why you have this files here? Why aren't those mammals the ones occupying your thoughts?"
"They are, Paul. But there was something important right there as well." Gordon replied.
Paul: "Really, what could be more important than the job I personally gave to you."
Gordon didn't wanted bad blood, ignoring the little verbal jab towards him. But he needed to talk with someone about this. Why not the one he trusted the most, "This are the files of a case named Robert Bledzewski. There are files of the ZPD. Those two Officers, called Team Cute, ..." Gordon could feel the smirk on his partner, although he still looked out of his window.
The mink continued there, "... were the ones who ultimately busted them. More important however is, that the Bureau was on the same case and kinda disgraced itself in comparison to those two. Team Cute were significantly better officers than our own agents could ever be. Even the special agents were impressed. Paul," he took his paw and placed them on top of one of the paws on his shoulders, sighing, "They are impressing me, of all mammals."
The ferret did not believe his ears. The comparison of two mere officers to ZBI agents would have been like blasphemy, if not for the comment about them impressing special agents. And him. This was something he never heard about. He was more than happy to listen to that. He was enthusiastic! "That's great Gordon. There we have two who we should immediately make into ours. If they are so good that they can impress you, than we need them in our ranks, asap. We should make them into special agents immediately! Why weren't they made juniors already after this case?"
Gordon responded with a sigh, "The main agent involved in this case was none other than Catherine Palmer." Paul immediately knew why they weren't juniors already and slumped a little bit, still holding Gordon shoulders, "she disappeared right after this case, no time to involve us in recruiting them. No comment made to us. We only heard snippets of it because Stan and Zach talked about it. But we kinda ignored Team Cute because of their inexperience. And because Cathy was probably tortured somewhere while we sat on our behinds and had no time to think about recruiting."
A depressive thought. Paul was not in the mood for this kind of thinking. He needed to stop that. He knew his partner and this kind of thoughts would not result in depression, but it would result in rage. So he did one of those things, he knew would result in his mate to get calm and not think about this.
Paul kissed the mink right onto the small spot on his head, were his fur started to curl. The small blank spot of his.
Gordon, not expecting this, turned immediately to look at the face of his partner, "What was that for?"
Paul: "To relax, Gordi. We can't let this get to us."
Gordon thought about that. While he occupied his mind, his eyes glanced downwards in a display of intense thinking. While he did that, his brain emptied himself completely after reaching his sight low enough to recognize something that immediately occupied his thoughts instead of everything else.
Paul was there, and Gordon should have seen his own tie laying loosely in front of his shirt. What he saw was nothing clothing related at all.
Paul stood there, putting his paws on Gordon's shoulders again, immediately after Paul recognized the dumbfounded look on Gordon's face. Gordon knew, what his partner had in mind.
Paul was practically naked. Going full commando. Smirking at Gorden and looking him into the eyes. Gordon lifting his head was enough for Paul to close the now very small gap between them. Kissing his lover passionately.
2 and a half months prior, Team Cute, Base of Operations
It was the last day of their second week. Nick and Judy both were exhausted. It was not only because of those two undercover weeks prior, but because they were doing legitimate work out there, while sneaking around and trying to get enough evidence of criminal activities to bust this whole syndicate around Robert Bledzewski. Their private live was filled with the whole undercover business, too. No time to relax. It was hard work.
They nearly never did something else. No fun time, besides snarly remarks while having dinner or the occasional joke that didn't work. Tiredness made mammals unhappy and stressed. Even at the weekends, they were working. Creating files, sorting documents, looking at the photos they managed to make, browsing for information, simply gathering evidence. The only free time would be the morning routines and that one movie about that Star-Lord and with this adorable tree-creature they watched together last weekend.
But that was not important anymore. Because they managed to gather significance amount of evidence to truly hurt the syndicate. It was what they wanted to do and they where good in the schedule they made for themselves. The job would have been close to be finished, if they could gather just a little more evidence, especially concerning the more important animals in the syndicate.
At this time, the bunny was through and through known as Heidi. Her work in the workshop was not as difficult as she first thought anymore. A full member of them.
She didn't know how Nick did it, but in the first week, she, with his immense help, went over everything she should know about being a mechanic. And she succeeded to establish a reputation as the crafty Germane rabbit within a small time.
On the contrary, the workshop was not really as mechanical as someone would think it should be. Most work there was done by simple coloring something so it would look good. It was much more a paint shop than a workshop.
But that was not of importance. Judy had enough to be able to close and arrest anyone of the workshop already. It was pretty easy, since she became an insider.
Her developing friendship with Cathy, who was much more friendly than firstly expected, created a network of trust between her and all the other so called mechanics. The boss was also quite nice to her, even if he looked at her creepily quite often.
They all were only so called mechanics, because most did not do what mechanics did. Repairing was only an incredible small part of being there. Mostly it was rather a scam. To paint a totally rusty car to make it look nice again or to cut specific things on a vehicle so it would seem to be newer and with it more expensive. This was what this workshop mostly did. Otherwise painting obviously stolen vehicles was normal there, too.
Another quite evident thing the workshop did was creating false papers. Not only that, but changing the mileage was one of the most simple of things to do. Judy became an expert in using a drill to drive the mileage backwards for a fifty thousand miles.
Nick on the other paw was busy gathering his own evidence. But he had it much easier than Judy. Especially after he got some very free time at paws to do whatever he saw fit.
How he managed that? Actually, he was scared immensely when it happened. He was in the office of old Joe Ford, minding his own business searching the cabinets for any signs of the crime syndicate of mister Robert Sr. Bledzewski.
His boss said before, that he would be gone for some time, so Nick had no restraint to search everything thoroughly.
It was one of the scariest situations he got into. The Pig looking unbelievably at his employee with a twitch in his eye. He was looking at the mess Nick did. Nick on the other paw just smirked and looked back.
After the typical skirmish of words that followed, Nick needed to explain Joe the circumstances. He had no other chance. The fox will always remember the remark the pig firstly gave him.
Joe not really screamed, but exclaimed loudly enough that Nick had to shush him, "What the fuck? Smear me full o' butter an call me biscuit ... you boy are a cop?"
After that, it went smoothly. In the end they both got a deal. And Nick had someone new to add to the list of being deputized by Team Cute, he obviously knew about their secret Nickname.
Furthermore, since he not really was working for the old pig, he got to do whatever he wanted to do in his working times. Including looking through all contacts and getting around. Ultimately finding every little piece and more importantly, every name attached to Robert Sr. Bledzewski.
The biggest thing he found out, were the names of his thieves. Not only that, Nick actually saw the warehouse they used mostly for storing. Taking photos and enough evidence to justify a full police raid on the building. It truly was a delight for him to find all of this things.
It was Saturday and he was sitting on the couch, munching on a cricket cookie, while listening to the rant the little bunny made. Judy was clearly angry at the prospect that Nick already knew so much more and she was kinda stagnating at the workshop, not getting enough evidence to truly harm Bledzewski.
Furthermore, if they would start to arrest now, they would only get the small fish. The big ones, presumably Senior Bledzewski, was still far away. They would not stop their investigations to start catching them without him. They could, but it was Judy who made the decision, thoroughly influenced by Nick, that they would not go cops again before they were able to bust the biggest fish.
Judy herself monologued about it all loudly. It was easy to figure out, that the walls were very thick. Not letting much sound out of their Base of Operations. Evident because of the neighbors next door, who happened to be a big family of Hyenas ... with children. Nick and Judy only found out because they saw them once. They never heard them, and the laugher of the Hyena was actually one of the main reasons, the feliformia had so many problems concerning noise complaints. They knew, they could be loud, but if the two of them with their overly sensitive ears weren't able to hear a Hyena family, no one would be able to hear the two of them as well.
In the end, Nick had no other choice than to hop into this speech of Judy and give her his own opinion, loudly, "Carrots, we need to concentrate on Big old Bled. Everything else is not of concern anymore." she looked skeptical at that, "Kinda."
Judy knew that they would be able to incriminate many, but not enough. Big old Bled, like Nick started to call the suspect, would not be convicted with what they had. They had one or the other evidence, like papers and probably more, if his henchman or his son would testify against him. But that was quite unlikely.
Any good lawyer would be able to craft a way out of this. They needed more. Much more. Probably not only papers and the occasional photo made with their phones. Photos were kinda easy, considering the time they were at their jobs, or scooping around in confidence. And their tactic was easy: just declare you wanted to make a Selfie and there you go. Social Platforms gave an excuse every time! You were able to photograph anything without raising too much suspicion.
But in the end they needed solid evidence. Robert with a bunch of money in his paws while having twenty stolen cars in the background kinda photos. Or better, "Nick, we need a confession. Or at least solid confessions of his henchman."
The fox knew, that confessions, preferably unintentional, were the best way to get someone convicted in Zootopia. Their previous adventure with the mayor was quite the nice indicator of that, "Yeah, and how do we get those?"
Judy thought strongly about this, "We need surveillance equipment. Our Selfie method will not be sufficient enough. We need bugs. Real cameras. This kind of things."
She explained this very simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that they needed to upgrade their equipment. Nick on the other paw had his paw under his chin, thinking hard about this, "Even if we would have that, we would need to get to big old Bled and get a confession out of him. Or the others, his minions would have to sing like birds."
Judy tried to confirm this, "They will, I am sure about this. But there is more to this Nick.", an Idea she already figured out was in her mind. The only thing was, that she needed to talk with Nick about it. And she was sure, he wouldn't like it. "We need to get to Bledzewski. Or rather, I need to get to him."
At this moment, Nick dared to look at his partner, afraid of what she would say next.
Judy on the other paw was desperate enough to imply exactly what Nick was anxious about, "I might be able to get Robert Junior to bring me to his father. He fancies me. He probably fancies all of his mechanics, all being female, you know. But I think he fancies me more than the others. I am his feisty one. So if I would just become very close ..."
Nick interrupted her, nearly screaming, "Not in a million years will you do that! Judy, you did not just say that!" he lounged himself at her, holding her down on the couch with his paws on her shoulders, looking intently at her.
Judy was more than surprised about this outburst. What got into Nick? She expected of him to kinda react in an extreme way, but this? The things, what choice did she have? What should she do instead? This was the best way to get what they wanted. She would sacrifice herself. Of course, she would never go as far as to offer herself completely. She surely felt not ready to do that anyway with anyone. And especially not with someone she wanted to imprison. If they would get closer to their goal, she should at least try. Was Nick not understanding that it was for the good of Zootopia?
While she thought she had her eyes closed. With this thoughts out of the way, her sight reestablished itself and she saw into the glassy eyes of her fox partner. He was not furious. This was fear. Nick was scared of something. She saw so much fear, it seemed irrational. She could only gulp herself, while the bigger fox was holding her and looked deeply into her eyes.
Nick quivered slightly while he tried to talk to her: "It is already dangerous enough, Judy. I will not let you do this. I will think of something else, okay, just let me think." He looked so desperate. So vulnerable. Was he so afraid of her getting into a dangerous situation, or was it something else?
Judy was losing herself in the eyes of the fox who was looming over her, holding her down. His eyes swiftly changing focus and looking everywhere at the same time. She normally would struggle. But now, she was not able to. Her body did not comply because of something deep inside her. She wanted to see were this was going. What was happening?
Nick on the other paw thought desperately. He already had an idea in the beginning of this discussion about needing some help but he did not want to even suggest it. He once swore to himself that he wouldn't even consider something like this. But now he kinda had no choice anymore. This would gave them the equipment and much needed help, but the amount of pain and fear it would inflict in him. Nick thought strongly about it. Should he, or should he not.
Would he brake his promise to himself and do something so incredibly painful and scary for him, that he swore to himself to never ever consider it? But now he was considering it, wasn't he? Because of this bunny. He looked at her one last time, finding her eyes. There he decided, that he actually had no choice. He would do that. For her sake. He could not let her do this. ... He couldn't let her be touched by someone else ...
He suddenly stood up. He would do all those things but first at all, she needed to know what he wanted to do. His eyes became stern. His body stiff. He did not want to engage this particular animal for so long, no matter how often he wanted to. But now he was willing to do it.
Judy herself was more than confused about this behavior.
Nick told her his new plan, reluctantly, "Judy. I know someone who could help us.", ears on attention, "There is this guy. He is ... the Doctor ... name is Patrick ... He has all the equipment we need and probably more ... And he is smart ... He can help us.".
The fox nearly lost his composure while saying the title and this name. Judy saw this. He looked so ... Judy did not know, what to think about this.
Chapter 4 End
GLOSSARY
Smells = Every animal has their own odor and normally their home would start to smell like the occupants. It is not outright marking their territory, this practice being not used by civilized mammals for thousands of years
Hood Tower = The bright skyscraper with the green facade. Official Government building with many departments inside it. Home of the ZBI.
Feliformia = suborder classification of Hyenas, yes they are more cats, NOT dogs
Big old Bled = Nickname for Senior Bledzewski
NEW CHARACTERS
Patrick "The Doctor" - Red Fox - Friend of Nick, Genius?