Chapter 7: Judy in Disguise (Well that's what you are)

Word of warning, this chapter gets pretty damn dark in parts.

A/N: I noticed that like Sacrifices, I'm not starting out with too many reviews and last time that happened, it was a kind of "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" situation (With the exception of Robert Escher. Thanks Robert!) and that means I might be doing something wrong. Maybe it's the fact that the Big Cheese Saga is basically one story broken into several different ones causes confusion? Or is the readership small because this tale is rated M? (Which I'm debating whether it's necessary. Outside of some slightly suggestive scenes and swear words, the violence is more T-Rated than anything. Eeerr...except maybe this chapter.)

So feel free to tell me what you dislike and I'll try to improve a bit more. I'm far from perfect, but I'm working hard on this story to make it more interesting than the last two. Originally, it was going to be much more simple, but I found a way to add some twists and turns to make it more enticing and exciting to the reader. (Judy's lesbian date was one, Mr. Big being the killer (kinda) and "Jack Savage" was the other and then there's the shock at the end of this chapter.)

BTW, in case anyone doesn't get the title, it's from an old pop song.

Mr. Big's home. 12:35pm

"Oh! Well then...I'd just... like to make you an offer that you CAN refuse, but probably will accept." Judy said with a sense of certainty.

"I'm listening." Mr. Big replied.

"Without any protection, Rusev could easily kill Nick in that prison. He needs your assastance! If you're willing to let your men on the inside help protect Nick, I'll help protect you right now! But please, keep the casualties to a minimum. Capture, don't kill!"

Mr. Big mulled it over. "I can't make any guarantees on not killing. I gotta admit though, that's a pretty good deal. I've seen some of the criminals you've taken down. Yer strong Judy...Alright! It's a deal! Luigi! Call Kevin and tell him Nick Wilde is to be protected at all costs!"

Judy bowed to Mr. Big. "Thank you sir! However, I can't let anyone know I'm involved with a mob war. I need a disguise. Hmmm...do you have a tux around my size?"

"I had a ferret who used to work for me. He was about your size. His clothes might fit you."

Moments Later...

"Who the hell are you?!" growled the cheetah.

Judy's voice started out high and then corrected itself to sound much lower. "Sava-AHEM! Savage. Jack Savage. Now shut up and fight!"

"The spy in those movies?! Yeah right!" said the cheetah. "And I'm Chester Cheetah!"

Judy kept her voice low. "Good! Then maybe when I'm done beating you, I'll have Cheeto dust on my paws instead of blood!"

The cheetah leaped at Judy and she dodged out of the way and whacked him in the back of the leg with the staff.

"GAAHH!" The cheetah went down and Judy knocked him out with a crack on the head.

"That's one down." She thought. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed getting rough with criminals. Especially mammals larger than her. She felt it helped her prove her worth and showed just how much she was underrated. At times like this, she felt like she could take on the world.

Rats were firing their tiny guns with bronze sesame seeds for bullets. Deadly to mice and smaller shrews, but just stingy and painful to larger animals. Judy watched from the cover of a large rock as Raymond fought one of Rusev's bears. This one a grizzly. She could see that the shrews were starting to pull back as the rats were firing on them. The rats however, were bundled close together. This gave Judy an idea. Judy shouted out to one of the shrews. "Hey you!"

"Little busy at the moment!" Shouted the shrew as he was being fired upon.

"Ever play that game 'Dynasty Warriors'? "

"The one where you fight huge waves of enemies during the mink dynasty? Yeah! I used to play that on the Pawstation 2 as a pup!"

"Watch this!" Judy risked the sting of the bullets and leaped out from behind the rock. Leaping high into the air, she came crashing down with her staff in the middle of a large pack of rats, knocking several of them senseless. The few that were still up were in awe and took a sec before they started firing. This gave Judy the opening to use her bo staff and swing it and spin it around quickly, smashing through a whole crowd of rats. Within seconds, dozens of them were knocked down.

The shrew's jaw was opened wide. "Holy cow!" This gave the shrews the opening they needed. They started firing back and slowly but surely the rats started to retreat.

"We gotta get outta here!" Shouted one of the rats. "They got Jack freakin' Savage on their side and he's kickin' ass!"

"Get back out there and fight!" Said the pig. He was one of Rusev's top men. As the rats pulled back, the pig walked toward Judy who was still dressed as Jack Savage.

He smirked at the bunny. "So. You like to play pretend hunh? This isn't a cosplay contest asshole! This is war!" With that, the pig ripped off his shirt to reveal some yakuza-style dragon tattoos. He then pulled out some nunchucks and started flipping them around.

Judy could tell he was skilled. Still, she was undeterred. "Who says I'm pretending?" Judy said back in a deep voice. She loosened the tie she was wearing. They slowly circled around each other, almost like a dance. Each one waiting for the other to strike.

Mr. Big watched the action on his large front lawn from his window. "That...is one amazing bunny." He then heard the click of a gun behind him.

"He sure is." said the cheetah. Judy knocked him out temporarily, but didn't finish him off. "I took care of your wolf guards that were watching the door and now, I'm gonna be Rusev's number one man when this gun turns you into a smear on the table. Any last words?"

"Only two." Without moving his arms, Mr. Big pressed a button on the under arm of his chair. The floor beneath the cheetah dropped and the cheetah fell into the icy water below. "Trap. Door."

The opened floor immediately closed tight keeping, the quickly freezing cheetah trapped inside. The cheetah banged and knocked on the trap door, screaming and begging for mercy as the ice cold water stabbed through his flesh like a thousand stinging needles. After a minute, the knocking started to slow as the cheetah's body succumbed to the freezing cold. His lifeless body slowly sank into the bottom of the deep, watery grave below to meet up with the pile of corpses that made up Mr. Big's enemies. (Okay, I think that was the darkest paragraph I ever wrote.)

"Such a tragedy." said Mr. Big. "A young man, with a bright future and he threw it away to dare challenge me. But as they say, 'cheetah's never prosper'."

Meanwhile outside, Judy was going toe to toe with one of Rusev's best men..err...pigs. She attacked him with her staff and the pig wrapped up the staff in one of the nunchucks and flipped her over. She caught herself and landed on her feet, but the pig rushed over and hit her a few times with the nunchucks. She smacked him with the staff and gave herself some space to recover.

"Not bad..." she said as she wiped some blood off her lip. "Wanna make this interesting?" She held up the staff by her side as an indicator that she was going to let it go. "No weapons."

The pig smiled. "Okay then." He dropped his nunchucks onto the ground. She dropped her staff and got into a fighting stance. Judy felt that in a fair fight, she could take the pig out. She was overconfident.

The pig charged at her. She dropped back as he lunged and kicked him high into the air. As he was coming down, she leaped high and kicked him hard in the face. He rolled onto the grass. As he was getting up, he watched as Ruzev's rats and bears retreated. "COWARDS!" he shouted and he charged at Judy again. He threw a punch, she blocked. She threw a kick, he dodged. The rest of Mr. Big's men watched as the fight turned into a ballet of martial arts.

The pig punched Judy to the ground. She got her hands on the ground and spun her legs as she kicked the pig in the face a few times. He stumbled. Another kick. He fell back. "Do you give up?" Judy asked. He answered by quickly tackling her to the ground. The pig was heavy and Judy couldn't dig her feet in to push him off. The pig decided to finish her off by taking out a small pocket knife from his back pocket.

Judy panicked. The pig threw both hooves down on her chest with the knife leading the way. Judy blocked it with both arms, but his strength was becoming too much. The knife was slowly inching it's way towards her chest as he was pushing down and she was pushing up. "No! NononononNOO!"

Her life was flashing before her eyes. Her thoughts were with her most cherished loved ones. Her foster parents, Stu and Bonnie whom she defied by becoming a cop. Her blood aunt and uncle, where she found out about her true heritage. Nick Wilde, the love of her life. She saved him. He saved her. Lastly, to her blind son Michael whom she loved the most. Finally, when his life was turning around for the better, she would be gone and he'd be forced to leave his new family and go back home to bunny burrow. She couldn't leave him. She wouldn't. Thinking of her son gave her the strength to start pushing back hard. The pig was surprised. "What the?!"

With all of her strength and some she didn't even know she had, she pushed him up enough that she was able to dig her feet into his chest. The pig was mad. "Why you little..." He didn't get to say another word. Judy watched as his eyes went into shock. Judy felt something wet and warm hit her collard shirt. It was the pig's own blood. Both the pig and Judy looked down to see the tip of a large knife protruding from the pig's chest. Judy looked above the pig to see Raymond the polar bear had shoved a large knife deep into the pig's back. The pig rolled it's eyes into the back his skull and breathed his last. Raymond picked him up and threw him to the ground. He wiped his knife off with a kerchief he kept in his jacket pocket.

"Why did you do that?!" Screamed Judy. "I was pushing him off! I could have beaten him without killing him!"

Raymond looked down at her. "He was very close to plunging that knife in your chest. Even if you got the upper-hand again, there was no guarantee he still wouldn't kill you. This lawn was a battleground and there's no place for a fair fight. That pig was an assassin and you were his target. You should be thanking me. This life isn't 'beat up and capture', it's 'kill or be killed'. Simple as that."

Judy looked up and got a good look at the battlefield of Mr. Big's front lawn. Many dead rats and shrews littered the ground. The injured shrews were being attended to while the injured rats, some of which Judy injured herself, were shot as they were crawling away. She wanted to throw up. She clasped her paws on her mouth and ran back towards Mr. Big's house.

Raymond the polar bear threw the dead pig over his shoulder. "Hey Luigi! Tell Karlov we're cooking up a ham and cheese omelet tonight!"

Judy walked by Mr. Big. He congratulated her. "You did good work out there Judy. Yer a hell of a fighter, but you lack that killer instinct."

Judy turned to look at him. Her black streaks making her look like Jack Savage were smudging away. "You'd be surprised. Sir. I thought we had a deal! Keep casualties to a minimum!"

"I said I couldn't guarantee it. In case you didn't notice Hopps, the other side didn't get the memo. They were out for blood. That pig nearly killed you and that cheetah you knocked out? He got back up and put a gun to my head. I dropped him into the trap door you got one of your feet on right now."

Looking at the floor, Judy jumped back.

Mr. Big continued. "Now don't get me wrong, you did pretty good out there. Impressive even, but I lost two good wolves because you didn't finish the job."

"I'm sorry sir." Judy replied. "I thank you for keeping Nick safe, but...sir?"

"Yes?"

"I want me and Nick out of the family. I'll always be besties with Fru-Fru and she's welcome to visit me anytime, but this life is horrible! I don't want to end up in a situation where being connected with you might put my kids lives in danger."

"I understand completely." Mr. Big replied. "I killed Nick's father, he tricked me into burying my grandma-ma in a skunk-butt rug. I protect him in prison and you protected me from Rusev's hitmen. Errr...mostly. Consider us even. I'll have Kevin continue to protect Nick until he's out of prison. After that, our business is complete."

"I'm gonna go wipe this makeup off and change clothes."

"You do that...Hopps? Go home. Spend time with your son. Family is the most important thing there is."

"That's exactly what I plan to do sir." Judy replied.

Mr. Big looked out his window at the bodies scattered across his lawn. "Heh! Did you know I can't even leave this place to go get a cannoli?! Me and Rusev aren't very different. We both have power and influence, but are prisoners as well."

There was a temporary bedroom set up for Judy. She went inside and started to remove her makeup. She looked in the mirror at the blood stained shirt."My god." She thought. "I was actually starting to think that was fun up until the killing. What's wrong with me?"

Just then, her smart phone went off. "Hello?"

"Hey Miss H, it's Spots! Mike's been crying for you to get home."

"Tell him I'll be home in about half an hour. I have some very good news! Nick didn't murder anyone. It's all fake! He's undercover."

"Yeah, I...I know."

Judy was shocked. What do you mean you know?!"

"He told me in confidence that he was doing a dangerous assignment and would be in jail for a few days. He told me so just in case he dies. I...I have your carrot pen He left a message on it in case of his death."

Judy was furious. "That bastard! He didn't have sex with me to help me relieve my heat, he wanted to steal my pen like a thief!"

"Calm down! He just wanted to leave a message for you. He wanted to tell you all this himself, but Bogo insisted this was top secret."

Judy gave a heavy sigh. "Yeah...well. I guess I can understand. I screwed up on one of his top secret assignments before. In fact, when I figured out he was undercover today, I blurted it out in public like an idiot! I guess Nick has a right to not trust me."

"It's not Nick! I'm sure he wanted to tell you, but the chief was insistent."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Ummm...well...Michael does."

"WHAT?!"

"Hold up! He found out by accident. He can hear incredibly well and he overheard Nick talking to Bogo. He knew even more than me! Nick had him keep it a secret and bought him a necklace to give to Cotton."

"Oh great! Now he's bribing my son?"

"Michael feels guilty about the whole thing and I think he's about ready to burst! At least we can now we can let the cat out of the bag."

"...Why do you have a feline trapped in a bag?"

"No, mo-Miss H, it's an express-"

"You let that cat out right now young lady!"

"I mean we can let the secret out!"

"...Oh!...Oh yeah. I also have some more good news! While in jail, Nick is being protected so he shouldn't come into any harm."

"Oh thank God! Cotton will be so relieved! She's been crying all day."

"Aww! The poor thing. Where are you guys now?"

"At the 'Little Mammals Fashion Emporium. We've been here for two hours and I'm bored out of my damn skull!"

"Oh? Is Cotton trying on a bunch of clothes?"

"No. It's Petey. He LOVES clothes! Especially suits. He keeps mixing and matching. I never knew he was so into fashion."

"Oh...Do you think he might be gay?"

"Naahh. He dresses more 'pimpin' than 'fabulous'. Not every guy that's into fashion is gay y'know? He like bow ties. He says they're formal, but playful."

"Ha-Ha! Well, it's nice that he has something he seems passionate about. You guys should wrap everything up and I'll be home soon."

"Alright Miss H! See ya!" With that, they hung up the phone.

ZPD Maximum Security Prison 1:15pm

"What do you mean I can't talk to chief Bogo?!" Nick shouted at the guard.

The burly tiger crossed his arms. "Visiting hours are from 10am to 1pm. You just missed it buddy!"

"Look, I'm a cop! I'm supposed to be undercover, but now,my covers blown and everyone knows it! My life is in danger! I have to leave!"

"If you're a cop and the murder was a fake, then where's the body? It seems no one can find it."

"I don't know! Humphrey was fine when I left him. Hey. I'm allowed one phone call! I DEMAND I get to make that call!"

The tiger lowered his arms. "Alright then. Follow me." The tiger led Nick to the telephone while Kevin followed behind him for protection.

Nick was allowed to make his call. He got to the reception desk. The receptionist, Melvin the goat answered. "Hello. You've reached the ZPD. How may I assist you?"

"Mel? It's Nick! Nick Wilde!"

"Nick Wilde, the killer?!"

"No! No! I've been undercover the whole time, but my cover's been blown! I was able to scrounge up some info on the Big Cheese, but now I need chief Bogo to get me out of here! Get him on the phone! Please!"

"Hold on." There was two minutes of silence. "Sorry Nick, he's in a a real bad mood right now and is super busy. He isn't accepting any calls."

"WHAT?!"

"Do you want me to leave him a message?"

"Yes, tell him hugs and kisses and I wish him all the best. Also, GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

"Don't worry Nick. As soon as he calms down, I'll tell him everything. Bye Nick!"

"WAIT! I need him to-"

"Click!"

"Mel? Melvin!"

The tiger put his large paw on Nick's shoulder. "That's your call buddy. Come along!"

"But!...But!"

"But nothing!" said the Tiger. "You can all him to visit you tomorrow."

Kevin put his paw on Nick's back. "Relax! You can go back to your cell and I'll watch over you until lock up."

"Thanks Kevin, but I hope I don't have to be here the whole night." Nick replied. "By the way, there's been something I've been dying to ask you."

"Is it whether I hate Raymond for ditching me at the crime scene when the cops showed? Nah. It wasn't personal, just business. It's best for Mr. Big to have only one bear in jail instead of two."

"Actually I was gonna ask why Tomy made an action figure of you and Not chief Bogo. You had like, ZERO lines in the movie!"

"I dunno. I guess it's because my figure came with Mr. Big. He was funnier in the movie than Bogo."

"True. True. Also, what's with that Target exclusive bundle with all of the figures, but with different colored clothes? I've never worn a pink shirt!"

"Quit worrying about action figures and stop breaking the fourth wall! You've got bigger troubles."

Meanwhile, two Police cars were in front of the Los Lobos hideout...

The police had their dart guns drawn and their doors open. "Are you sure this is the place?" Detective Oats asked.

"Definitely." said officer Wolford. "I don't like ta talk about it, but I was a member of the Los Lobos gang in my teenage years. They hate me more 'dan anyone because I grew up ta become a cop."

They approached the large barn that looked abandoned from the front, but had much more going on inside. Officers Trumpet and Higgins posed on one side of the door while Oats and Wolford waited on the other. Pennington stayed by the car in case of an emergency.

"Psst! Hey Wolford!" Higgins whispered.

"Not now Higgins!" Wolford snapped.

"Do you want to follow last with me?"

"No. Why?"

"Because we both like it from behind!" The hippo and officer Trumpet both started to giggle.

Wolford growled. "I'll show you behind!" The wolf the kicked open the door. All guns were facing forward. "FREEZE! POLICE!"

The place was empty. No trace of the gang anywhere.

The officers carefully looked around. Detective Oats noticed a few things. "Not too dusty. There's some fresh beer cans in the trash. They were here recently."

Higgins looked through some drawers. "Detective Oats! Come here!"

"What is it?" The horse looked at what Higgins was holding. "Receipts. Check receipts from the Polarski foundation?...Polarski. Why does that name sound familiar?"

"It's Rusev's last name!" Wolford said. "He must use it as a fake company."

Oats figured it out. "That means Rusev is working with the Los Lobos gang! He must know where your brother is Higgins!"

As Wolford was looking around, he stepped on a button. It made a tiny "BEEP!" noise.

"DON'T MOVE!" Screamed Oats.

"Why? W-What's wrong?" Wolford asked.

"You just stepped on a bomb switch. If you lift your foot, we're all dead!"

A chill went down Wolford's spine. Then, they heard a tape playing nearby.

"Los Lobos kick your ass!"

"Los Lobos kick your face!"

"Los Lobos kick your balls into outer space!"

"Buenos Dias estupido coppers! No doubt one of you idiots hit our switch just now. If you haven't blown up yet, let me tell you what's gonna happen. Three seconds. Once you lift your foot, the bomb will go off in three seconds. Not enough time to make the front door or the back door before the bomb goes off. Oh and tell Higgins that if he wants to see his brother again, he'll be a good little boy and do exactly what we say when we say it! Unless, this is Higgins on the button, in which case, 'Whoopsie!' As for the poor soul who stepped on the button? Say your goodbyes amigo. You're dead."

Wolford was solemn and serious. "Guys? Get the hell outta here."

Higgins was in tears. "M-Maybe we can slip something heavy underneath your foot!"

"Too risky! The whole place could blow up with you all in it! Look! Just...just go."

Higgins was crying his eyes out. "Tim! Tim! I'm sorry for those things I said! I was just kidding you! I was just happy that a straight person experienced that I experience as a gay man, y'know? I had something I could relate with you that no one else in the ZPD could! I'm sorry I teased you! I'm so sorry!"

"Heh! That's alight Higgins. I'll just haunt you for the rest of your life. Oats?"

"Yes?" the horse asked.

Tears were flowing down Wolford. "Tell...SNIFF!..t-tell my wife I love her and that I know she'll be a wonderful mother to my kids. Tell Terry she's the most special woman I've ever met and she'll always be my little sister and I love her dearly and also...SNIFF!...also tell the guys back at the precinct that they...they were my brothers and I'll never forget them, even in heaven! Now go!"

Officer Trumpet had to hold Higgins back the hippo was bawling. "WOLFORD!"

"GO! NOW!"

Trumpet grabbed Higgins and carried him out. Detective Oats ran outside them. They saw officer Pennington. "What's going on?"

"RUN!" shouted Oats.

Tears streamed down Wolford as he stood and shouted. "You underestimated me and my team assholes! You won't get away with this!" Then, he had a thought. "Hmm...I wonder if it's still here."

Moments went by. He finally built up the courage to take off and tried to make a run for it. Three seconds later, the entire place blew up in a massive explosion and crumbled to the ground. The shockwave of the explosion almost tilted the police cars over.

"WOLFORRRRRD!" Higgins screamed. They went back to check, but realized it was too late. A shirt came fluttering down from the sky. It was on fire and Officer Wolfdor's badge was pinned to it.

"I'll break the news to Bogo myself." said Oats with tears steaming down his cheeks. "Officer Wolford is dead!"