"Officers Hopps, McHorn, Fangmeyer, Tundratown brawl at Icicle and Cod. Dismissed."

Judy's head poked up from the desk slowly, her eyes widened in fear. Her nose twitched furiously, and her ears were bent.

"Are – are you sure? I mean, I am just a timid bunny. I – I – I can't possibly handle a fight!" She stammered, and hid behind her desk.

McHorn picked her up by the scruff and dragged her after him, completely emotionless, seemingly oblivious to her protests.

The chief waved them out with the hand with the tag, and Judy raised hers in salute.

They got there to find a gang of arctic wolves battling. They bared their teeth, and claws were out. Immediately, Judy realized that this wasn't a protest fight. This was the real thing.

I don't know the protocol for this! What am I supposed to do if this isn't part of the protest? Of course, her package had said, "Afraid of all predators, in particular foxes… Do not engage in or attempt to stop any fights…"

She looked instinctively towards Nick for guidance, and felt a pang in her chest when she remembered he wasn't there.

She looked back and saw that Fangmeyer had jumped into the fray, and McHorn was trying to wrestle them apart individually.

Bystanders weren't just standing around, though. One polar bear rushed forward, nobly, and managed to wrestle several weapons away from the wolves.

Wait. Being a bunny doesn't mean I can't fight, it just means I have to fight timidly.

An idea sparked in her eyes.

She suddenly started screaming and started running in circles. "HELP! HELP! HELP! I'M HURT! HELP, SOMEBODY! HELP ME! I'M JUST A DEFENCE LITTLE RABBIT! PLEASE HELP!"

Her shrill voice hurt even her own ears, so she knew it would hurt the wolves' sensitive ears.

Before long, her throat was hoarse, but it did the job. Several of the wolves have already fled, tails between legs, paws over ears. The rest, Officer Fangmeyer and McHorn did a great job of cuffing and arresting.

Fangmeyer leaned in for a fist bump, but Judy twisted nimbly away and started crying about the horrible predators.

She fled into an alley, and wiped her tears clean. Happily, she took the onion out of her pocket and bounced it in her hand.

Then, she went to her parked squad car and drove back to the precinct.

She did give Fangmeyer that fist bump later, though. She's shy, not rude.

She strode into Nick's house easily. He kept a spare key buried under the second daisy from the right.

"You sly fox!" She bursts out. "You never told me what to do if it's a real fight!"

Nick paused mid-bite, a sandwich suspended in the air. He put the sandwich down and fetched Finnick a cup of water. He'd nearly choked to death on a cracker.

"Well, here. Let me see," He began counting down fingers, "I told you what to do if, 1. There's a fight, 2. There's a real violent situation, and 3. Who and what to fear. Am I missing anything?"

She stomped her foot. "You weren't there to help! When are you coming back to work?"

"Why?" He mumbled, mouth full of bread, "Did someone ask about me?"

"Um, yeah. Chief Bogo's been wondering where you are," Judy lied.

Nick scoffed. "Tell Chief Buffalo-Butt that I'm digging a grave. That'll spark his interest. Besides, shouldn't he be distracted by anything that's red?"

Judy shuffled her feet a bit. "Sure... But seriously, Nick, when's this going to be over? When are you coming back?"

Finnick raised a paw. Judy huffed and waited patiently for him to take a drink.

"Lil' Nicky here's got a speech conference tomorrow," He said. Nick and Judy's eyes widened simultaneously.

"I have a WHAT?"

"He has a WHAT?"

"A press conference. Happy?"

The two animals looked at each other in alarm.

Nick began pacing around. "I didn't prepare anything. You never told me anything about this! I need to get ready, I – WAIT a minute. How do you know that?"

Finnick shrugged. "Dunno. You pick up on stuff when you're supposed to be mute. Oh, right. And I may or may not have forged your signature when they asked you to do a speech 'in honor of the most influential protest in Zootopia history.' Blech."

Nick glared at the fennec, then apparently decided it wasn't worth it, and continued pacing. His tail traced circles on the dusty floor.

"Nick, Nick, calm down. Remember? Answer their questions with your own?" Judy smiled toothily.

Nick pulled at his fur. "Speeches aren't that simple! I mean, I have to write it, I have to practice…" He started muttering menacingly to himself.

Judy gave Finnick a look that said, I blame you. The little fox shrugged again, wearing a bemused expression. He chomped on another cracker and walked off.

"Relax," Judy soothed. "It's not a big deal."

He snapped. "You're right. It's not a big deal. Because I can't make a difference. We're just a small group, deluding ourselves into thinking that things will be better later on! When this is all over, who will remember? Huh? Who will remember anything besides how happy they were, doing what biology intended for us? If anything, this whole thing will just make prejudice stronger, make mammals revert back to our 'primitive' selves. Who am I kidding? Nothing ever gets better."

Judy's smile fell. Instead, it was replaced by cold, calm fury. "Nick?" She said sweetly.

She stepped in front of him and hopped on a small stool. She reached over and gripped him tight by the collar, and stared at him, eye to eye.

"You listen to me. People will remember. The only delusional one is you, thinking that one fox can't make a difference. Well, you can. I would stake my career on it, that's how much I trust you. And if you think you can't? Go out there. Make that speech. And see how many people show up to watch you change the way we think."

The demonic expression faded, and she smiled sweetly again. "Now, let's see about writing that speech, shall we?"