The next morning Reggie found himself outside of the Snarlbucks from before. He wasn't sure why, but he was hoping the raccoon would be there again. Reggie couldn't remember her name to save his life, but he had a feeling she wouldn't hold it against him. She seemed so friendly, so nice, and so cheerful. Reggie told himself that it was her job to be that way. She HAD to be nice to every mammal. Even still, Reggie could not bring himself to believe it. She didn't strike him as the mammal who would do something she didn't want to do.

As he stood in front of the doors, pondering the forgotten named raccoon, with a large pink box filled with donuts taking up both of his paws, the door opened to him suddenly. Standing in front of him was the raccoon in question, with a smile on her face.

"Reggie your back!" the raccoon said cheerfully "I was worried I may have scared you off."

Feeling a bit flustered that the raccoon had remembered his name, while he had no recollection of hers, Reggie stammered out a reply. "Er yeah…no you didn't scare me away," Reggie gave a small smile "in fact I was hoping to get another one of those drinks you fixed up."

The raccoon waved with her paw for Reggie to enter, "Not a problem at all!" The same calming atmosphere that Reggie found himself in the first time greeted him this time as well. The raccoon walked to head behind the counter, her tail lazily sweeping on the ground behind her. "I saw someone with their paws full and I decided to give them a hand." The raccoon turned around and gave Reggie a shy smile "I had no idea it was you, but I'm glad it was!"

Reggie felt his cheeks getting warmer and hoped that she couldn't see the red tinting in his ears. Putting the box on the counter, he then rubbed the back of his neck with a free paw. "I'm uh…glad to see you as well" was all that Reggie could muster. The raccoon's smile grew at Reggie's comment.

"So you want the same as last time, right?"

Reggie nodded his head.

"Alrighty then! One 'Dirty Chai' coming up!"

With that the raccoon went to work. Once again Reggie could smell the sweet yet bitter aroma's coming from the machine behind the counter. The raccoon seemed to work fervently, like a mad scientist creating the greatest drink possible. When it was all said and done, and the cup was slid across the counter to him, Reggie had a sudden realization that with his paws full with the box of donuts he wouldn't be able to hold the drink.

Seeming to read Reggie's mind, the raccoon bent behind the counter and pulled up a cardboard cup holder. "It won't be great, but you may be able to balance it on the box better" the raccoon said. Reggie grabbed both the cup and cup holder before retrieving his wallet. The raccoon waved him off. "No, no! Your money's no good here" the raccoon stated with a wink. Thinking quickly, Reggie spotted an empty tip jar. Taking a few bills from his wallet, he put them in the jar.

"Might as well pay for the service then" Reggie said with a smirk.

The raccoon smirked and waved a paw at the Weasel. "Oh you do know how to make a girl blush" the raccoon said slyly, half lidded brown eyes appraising the mustela. Reggie once again felt hot underneath his collar.

"Ha! Well I gotta run off! Work and Such!" Reggie stumbled out loudly, trying not to reveal how her words affect him. It didn't work.

"Have a good day!" the raccoon said through a small laugh and waving her paw. Reggie quickly gathered the cup holder and balanced it on the box. Then headed for the door, internally thanking whoever installed the doors to push out. "Oh and Reggie" the raccoon called out as he was at the door. Reggie looked up to barely see the head of the raccoon. "The name's Sheri, since you forgot." Even from a distance Reggie could hear the smugness in her voice and the giggle afterwards.

Feeling as if his cheeks would light on fire, he quickly started pushing against the door as Reggie made a hasty retreat. "Sorry!" is the last thing Reggie yelled out before trying to move as fast as possible away from the Snarlbucks and his embarrassment.

Today was starting out to be a good one.


Reggie couldn't help but reconsider how well the day would go since doors were his greatest enemy at the moment. Somehow making it up the stairs of the Precinct without spilling either the donuts or his drink, Reggie now found himself stopped by another set of doors that he would not be able to open.

"This is just great," muttered Reggie as doubt started to creep back into his mind of whether his peace offering would work or not. Just then he heard the foot fall of someone coming up behind him. Turning around he saw a familiar female tiger, studying what looked to have been a case file. Seeing his opportunity, Reggie acted quickly.

"Excuse me Officer Fangmeyer I believe?" Reggie started

The Tiger looked up, not seeing anyone in front of her; she looked down and locked eyes on Reggie. A look of recognition, followed by a trace amount of antipathy played across the large feline's face.

"Hello! Sorry to bother you, but my hands are full and I was hoping you could get the door for me if you will?" Reggie tried to give the friendliest smile he could, even though it felt greasy.

Fangmeyer chuffed before heading towards the doors and opening it wide for the mustela. Reggie quickly scampered past and gave a quick shout of thanks before heading towards the front desk. As he expected a certain cheetah was sitting behind the desk, engrossed on his phone as his body moved to a soundless beat. Reggie stood in front of the front desk and cleared his throat to gain the feline's attention. Clawhauser looked down to see a smiling weasel holding a drink and a box in front of him. The feline quickly put his phone down and started to type rapidly on his computer.

Reggie sighed "Should have expected that."

Reggie once again cleared his throat "Uh…Officer Clawhauser?"

The cheetah gave him a quick glance before returning his gaze back to the computer.

"I heard you liked pink rainbow sprinkled donuts" continued Reggie; he was already in deep might as well finish the job. The spotted feline shifted his gaze onto Reggie, staring intently. The weasel put the box down, removed the cup holder from the top and picked up the pink box once more.

"I also heard that you liked a specific bakery as well, so I went and bought you some." With that Reggie opened the lid to the box to reveal two dozen pink rainbow sprinkled donuts. The feline's eyes immediately lighted up.

"O. ! They said that someone bought them all!" Clawhauser exclaimed.

Reggie gave a small smile "Yeah… that was me…as an apology for the other day."

The cheetah let out a squeal in delight and moved around the desk to Reggie. With unexpectedly quick reflexes, Clawhauser grabbed the box of donuts, placed them on top of the desk, then turned around and hugged Reggie tightly and lifted him off the ground. After a few seconds of choking from the large feline, Reggie started to desperately poke at the shoulder of Clawhauser. "Oh so sorry!" Clawhauser said apologetically "I'm a hugger."

Reggie once again back on his own paws and gasping for air "It's…hah…no…whoo…problem…"

"I have to say no one has ever bought me all of them before!" the feline said giddily "usually only one or two!"

"Well I figured I messed up big, so I needed to go big" Reggie said.

"I'll say!" said the excited cheetah. Then Clawhauser's eyes narrowed "What's up between you three?"

Alarms were going off in Reggie's head. If Clawhauser really was gossip central then telling him anything could be dangerous. Taking the safe road, Reggie waved off the Cheetah "Just me and my big mouth, that's all."

Clawhauser didn't look convinced, but Reggie kept his stare. Eventually the cheetah shrugged, and then headed back to behind the front desk. "You know you will have to make up with them" Clawhauser stated, looking down at Reggie once more though with a much brighter expression on his face, "they are the best cops around and everyone loves them."

Reggie nodded "Yeah I figured that, though not fast enough."

Clawhauser gave a chuckle, and then his gaze fixed on the doors. "Well there's one now if you want to apologize" Clawhauser said suggestively.

Reggie quickly turned around to see a familiar grey bunny officer enter the building. Panic shot through the Weasel, not wanting or expecting to interact with either Hopps or Wilde this morning. "Thatsokgottagobye!" Reggie shouted, his words meshing together as he moved towards the locker room, cup in hand. He hoped that Hopps didn't get a glimpse of him.


Rollcall had been as bad as the day before, though this time Reggie felt hopeful for the future. Still his co-workers didn't take notice of him, but by the time that he and Grizzoli were heading out to the cruiser there was a difference. There were less scowls, less looks of distain. If anything many of the officers simply didn't notice Reggie, and compared to the last three days that was perfectly fine by him.

"Clawhauser works fast."

Grizzoli seemed to be in better shape as well. Whatever the Ursine did on those two days off left him in a much better mood, and smelling much less of alcohol but still of fish. While the Polar Bear's uniform wasn't pristine, it was much better than their first day together. As they started their patrol, once again switching between the freezing tundra and that lush rainforest, Reggie had found he had nothing to say. He was a Weasel of few words, but even he was able to have small talk. Wanting to ask about the change in demeanor in his partner, yet unsure on how to approach it, Reggie decided to wait for Grizzoli to initiate. The arctic Ursine did not disappoint.

"So you got donuts for Clawhauser." Grizzoli stated, Reggie could see the grin on his face, "took my advice after all."

Reggie rubbed the back of his head "It was that or Gazelle, and I'm living off a cop's salary."

Grizzoli burst out laughing, slapping the steering wheel with one of his giant paws.

"Yeah that's the only way to win over ol' Clawhauser. Though he seemed more enamored with you than I expected from one donut." The Polar Bear eyed the Weasel up, waiting for a reply.

Reggie chuckled "I may have…bought him more than one…" Grizzoli nodding, urging him to continue, "I bought two dozen of those donuts you told me to get."

"Well! Big spender!" Grizzoli said in a booming voice "you sure you couldn't just buy Gazelle?"

This time Reggie could not help but laugh "Not without robbing a bank."

Grizzoli shook his head grinning, and went back to focusing on the road. Reggie was curious about his partner's scheduled leave but decided to approach the subject, with caution.

"So…the Chief said that you took the last two days off." Reggie started nonchalantly, watching his partner in order to avoid a sore subject "how was that?"

The veteran officer shrugged eyes still on the road "I went to go see my other partner, Snarlov. You remember me telling you about him right?"

Reggie nodded "The first day, a brown bear right?" Grizzoli glanced over at Reggie and gave him a sly look.

"Look at you Weaselton, a couple more days with me, and you'll be a full blown detective!" The Polar Bear chuckled at his own remark, while Reggie simply remained quiet. Then a thought struck Reggie, something the chief said.

"Wait…isn't he on vacation? Why would you need to see him?" inquired the Weasel, turning to look directly at his partner.

Grizzoli flinched "Ah damn."

"Something wrong?"

The Polar Bear sighed "No one was supposed to know…"

Reggie curiosity peaked at the statement "About…?"

The Bear glanced over at the Weasel "Snarlov…isn't on vacation…" Grizzoli let out a sigh "He's in rehab."

A tense silence now filled the cruiser, with Reggie only managing a simple "oh"

The Bear now shifting uncomfortably in his seat "A call we got awhile ago went REAL bad, and Snarlov started hitting the sauce pretty hard. After awhile he started coming into work drunk or drinking on the job. The Chief and I were able to convince him to 'take a vacation', but no one else knew until now."

"I'm sorry to hear that" was all that Reggie could muster to say. A thought then occurred to Reggie, could this be what is happening to Grizzoli as well? The Weasel looked hard at the Polar Bear, whose eyes were now back on the road, and tried to see anything hidden beneath the white fur. What he saw was an officer of the law who was holding something back, and now the drinking could be explained. Reggie knew it wasn't his place to say, and he also knew that once brought up Grizzoli would deny a similar situation to Snarlov. Still the Weasel couldn't help but wonder how long until the veteran officer would need to 'take a vacation.' Reggie's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice over the radio.

"Car 45, this dispatch over"

Grizzoli picked up the mic and keyed it "This is 45, what's up Clawhauser."

"We just received a report of a domestic disturbance at the corner of Fern street and Gully ave. All local units are tied up and we're asked to check it out."

"10-4 dispatch. Mark us responding."

"Okie Dokie Grizzoli!"

The Polar Bear chuckled "Haven't heard him this excited since Gazelle extended her tour."


As they pulled up to the location of the domestic disturbance, Reggie couldn't help but feel uneasy. Something was bothering him, something he couldn't put his claw on. When the pulled to a stop right at the corner, Grizzoli decided for them to walk around and see where the call came from. Both officers exited the large cruiser at the same time, though Reggie with some difficulty. With his paws on the pavement, Reggie realized what had been bothering him.

It was silent.

No sound of mammals, of birds, cars or any other machinery. Just complete and total silence and it unnerved him to no end. Reggie looked around, taking in as much of his surroundings as possible. There were some cars of different sizes parked on the street, several dilapidated concrete structures, many different large trees and fauna surrounding all the structures and an alleyway with what looked like a rolling trash bin to one side. All in all, another poor neighborhood in the Rainforest district, so why was it so quiet.

"Be careful" Reggie heard Grizzoli grumble "Something's up."

Reggie could hear the large ursine walk towards the front cruiser and he followed suit, paw on his tranq pistol. The fur on Reggie's tail stood out, and with each step forward he felt like he was walking into danger. Finally there was noise. There a loud crack and the ping of something hitting the cruiser. "Take cover!" yelled Grizzoli, already moving to Reggie's side as the Weasel lunged towards the middle of his side of the car and pulled out his pistol. The older ursine, quickly ducking next to the side of the car with his back pushed against it.

"You see the shooter?" Reggie asked

Grizzoli shook his head "The shot bounced off my door."

Shots continued to ring out and bounce of the metal body of the cruiser as Grizzoli called in for back-up. Reggie kept his head on a swivel, going left to right. Past Grizzoli he saw movement from an animal he didn't immediately recognize.

"Move!" shouted Reggie, aiming his pistol past the Bear and at the unknown mammal. Just then another shot rang out in front of the Weasel, and a spray of blood shot out from his partner.

"Gah!" shouted the Polar Bear, blood staining on the left shoulder of his uniform. Reggie pulled the trigger of his own pistol and heard the thunk of the air pressured dart shooting out. Not sure if he hit his target or not, Reggie grabbed Grizzoli by one of his claw's and started pulling him towards the alley.

"We need to move!" shouted the Weasel, the Polar Bear quickly releasing the hold on his claw and followed the running mustela into the alley. More shots followed as they officers ran as fast as possible to the safety of the alley. Though it was a short distance towards the dumpster in middle of the alley, it was obvious to Reggie that the wound to Grizzoli was affecting the Bear. Blood was starting to flow freely from the wound, and as the rounded metal dumpster, Grizzoli collapsed into the corner of where the wall met the container.

"This ain't so good is it?" Said Grizzoli, a small grin on his muzzle "Day five and you got me shot!"

Reggie could hear the joke, could see that the Bear was trying to lighten the mood, but couldn't bring himself to smile back. Instead he raked through belt for the triage kit. Finding it Reggie climbed up his partner to try and stop the bleeding.

"You gotta lighten up Weaselton! It's just a fire fight!" The Polar Bear laughed at his joke. Reggie with paws shaking remained focused on the wound. The kit may have been able to handle large mammals, but the bullet went through the back of his partner and Reggie didn't have enough bandages to stop both wounds.

"You have your triage kit on you?" asked Reggie calmly, he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him today. Grizzoli shook his head

Reggie sighed, and keyed his shoulder mic. "This is Officer Weaselton. Shots fired and Officer down at my location. Need back-up 10-25!" The last part came out strained in Reggie's voice, fear starting to work away at his outward appearance. He didn't hear the response from Clawhauser, for at the same time a voice rang out from the mouth of the alley way.

"OH WEASEL!" the voice said singsong, "Come out and PLAY!"

Reggie could hear several different voices laughing. Pushing himself to the other corner of the dumpster, Reggie quickly peered around the corner at the group approaching him. He saw a male lion, a hippo, a badger and a zebra. All of them carrying some form of homemade firearm. His instincts started to whisper to Reggie about abandoning Grizzoli, leaving him to die as he probably would. Another voice told him to live to fight another day, no shame in running. A final voice had the winning argument.

"Protect the Badge."

His temper rising, a grin started to work its way onto Reggie's face. This time he didn't fight against it. Soon the broad grin enveloped his entire muzzle; his eyes grew as wide as the fire of adrenaline pumped through his veins. Turning to Grizzoli and in a very chipper tone Reggie tried to reassure the wounded officer. "Don't worry partner! I'll protect you!" The half-lidded smile that was on Grizzoli's face was replaced by one of concern.