Hello everyone! Thank you for everyone letting me know that Chapter 7 was messed up. I was just able to get to it so now there shouldn't be any problems now. As a reward for letting me know I'm adding another chapter for this week. Criticism is always welcome and please feel free to review or PM me. Hope you enjoy!

-CG

It would be a week of parking duty before Snarlov was at RollCall. Reggie found the massive Brown Bear sitting in chair that the mustela considered his usual spot, so the Weasel simply sat in Grizzoli's vacant seat. The Brown Bear's uniform was pristine with his buttons and badge shining brightly, the complete opposite of Reggie's first day with Grizzoli. Snarlov didn't even acknowledge Reggie when he climbed into the overly large seat, and so the Weasel didn't acknowledge the veteran officer. He didn't believe there was any animosity between him and the ursine. It seemed to Reggie from his brief encounter with Snarlov that the older Bear simply spoke when he wanted too and nothing more. Their first meeting still stuck in Reggie's mind on how intimidating the officer next to him could be. A shiver ran thru the Weasel's body before he could repress it.

"Don't worry Weaselton, I'm not gonna eat you," came the voice of Snarlov. Reggie looked over to see the large Bear looking at him from the corner of his eye. "I am gonna teach you how to be a cop, so be ready."

Reggie frowned "Wasn't that the entire point of the Academy?"

Snarlov huffed "Only if you wanna end up dead. There's a reason why you're being partnered up with someone and not simply sent wandering the city." The ursine leaned towards the mustela "You got lucky. Now I'm gonna make you good." Reggie didn't respond. He had no idea what to say to the older bear. Just as the Bear leaned away, another voice came from Reggie's other side.

"Officer Weaselton" said a familiar female voice. Reggie turned to find himself staring down at one Officer Judy Hopps. Not too far behind her stood Officer Wilde, his arms crossed in a defensive manner. The tod had his trademark smirk in place, but red Fox's tail snapped in annoyance. Even with the tod's signature shades firmly in place, it was obvious to Reggie that the fox's attention was completely on the rabbit officer. There was a growing uncomfortable silence, Hopps waiting for Reggie to respond and Reggie puzzled by the duo.

"…Officer Hopps…Officer Wilde" Reggie finally said hesitantly. His last interaction with the two of them as well as the reaction from the Precinct because of it left Reggie cautious to converse with either one of them outside of necessity. Hopps stiffened, standing as tall as her frame would allow her, ears so erect that they could have swatted at Reggie's muzzle without much strain.

"I would like to say that you are an asset to the Precinct and a fine mammal" Hopps stated formally. Reggie was now completely baffled. The last thing he expected out of EITHER of the two officer's mouths was a complement. An attack on his mother and personal swears definitely. Maybe even another veiled threat, but complement never. To add to Reggie's thoughts was the smell that was coming off of the grey doe. It was once again the mixture of anger, fear, sadness but none of them on their own. His confusion must have been evident on his face, because he could see a smug grin started growing across the tod's muzzle.

"I think you broke him Carrots." Wilde stage whispered to the rabbit officer. The Fox officer leaned closer to one of the Rabbit officer's erect ear, a paw in front of his muzzle but a smug look in place matching the tone of his voice. Officer Hopps didn't respond to the tod.

"Thank you?" Reggie finally responded. He tried to hide his confusion, but his response still came out as a question. The Rabbit officer nodded to Reggie then turn and strode towards the front of the room where her and Wilde's seat was located. The Fox not too far behind, his hind paw claws clicking on the tiled floor and Reggie saw the fox shake his head and a quiet chuckle coming from the officer. It was only as they were leaving did Reggie realize how quiet it had become, and he now felt the eyes of all the officers in the room. A heavy breath came out behind his ear.

"Don't they hate you?" asked Snarlov in a whisper.

"I thought so." Reggie whispered back. The Brown Bear grunted before Reggie could hear movement behind him, Snarlov settling back into his seat. Eventually the silence was broken by the chief walking into the room, and the normal brouhaha commenced.

Snarlov and Reggie were assigned with one another, but since Snarlov was just coming back and Reggie was still new Chief Bogo gave them foot patrol in Savannah Central. From what he was able to learn from his talks with Clawhauser, Savannah Central was pretty low key compared to the rest of the city. Big time criminals unwilling to face the full wrath of Precinct One and Small time criminals not having much luck since the focus on the police was on them. It was a nice day out as well so Reggie didn't have a problem with the change of scenery. Also foot patrol meant no meter maid outfit, as Reggie learned promptly why other officers dreaded that work. Snarlov seemed to grumble at the assignment, but whether that was because of his personal feelings or his default setting the Weasel wasn't sure yet.

For the first several hours of their patrol neither officer said a word to each other. Both adjusting to the patrol route, as well as what entails being on foot which includes directions for tourists and interrupting petty squabbles before they became report worthy. Much of the focus was on Snarlov and considering the Bear's height and stature that did not surprise Reggie at all. There were some looks shot the Weasel's way as well, including one tourist group of rabbits who looked at him with suspicion. Reggie let the glares bounce off of him, even nodded at the group before looking away. This wasn't the first time he had been seen with antipathy even while in uniform and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Eventually it was time for a break. Both officers not wanting to wait somewhere for lunch decided on a street vendor, and some hot hoppers later, Reggie and Snarlov found themselves sitting on a bench in a beautiful park. There were several trees strewn throughout giving off shade and green grass aplenty. Several bushes created a circle in the middle of the park. Mammals of all different types and professions seemed to be enjoying the nice day and the park and Reggie let out a contented sigh. As Reggie sat enjoying the site before him, he could feel Snarlov shifting on the bench next to him.

"Alright, time to get serious" said the veteran officer. Reggie turned to look at the Brown Bear, brow furrowed in confusion, only to find himself under the heavy gaze of the ursine.

"Isn't this serious?" Reggie asked with a frown, gesturing around them. Snarlov shook his head.

"Any mammal can patrol. We could pick up any tourist from the crowd, put them in blue, give them cuffs and tell them the route and they could do it. No I'm talking about how to be a cop."

Reggie's frown deepened, "You said the same thing at RollCall."

Snarlov nodded "Right. Now you're a meter maid who got lucky, and unlike when Hopps got lucky, you don't got City Hall at your beck and call."

"Not a high opinion of Officer Hopps?"

Snarlov shrugged "Any other officer shoots off their mouth about preds and they get fired the next day. They put her on a poster. I don't have anything against Hopps, but others still do. A lot of us almost lost our jobs during that time." Snarlov then stood up and stretched his legs "don't get me wrong, she's a great cop. Better than you'll ever be that's for sure, and she's been doing her best to make things up…"

"…but" Reggie added.

"…but not everyone is as forgiving as me." Snarlov finished. The ursine then shook his head and turned back to Reggie. "Which reminds me, fix things with Hopps and Wilde."

Reggie eyes narrowed "Why?" The Weasel had asked the question reflexively. After Hopps apparent comment at RollCall, Reggie figured he didn't have to worry anymore. Let everything stay the way it is and eventually mammals will forget.

Snarlov snorted "Really? Why? How about them being the favorites of Clawhauser, or the chief, or of every other day shift cop." Reggie's first week of pitfalls told him that much, as well as Wolford's not so veiled threat, but that still didn't explain why he needed to fix things. Snarlov continued to stare down Reggie, the mustela finding himself uncomfortable under the large mammals gaze.

"I just told you not everyone liked Hopps after the press conference. Wonder where all of them went?"

Reggie shook his head. Snarlov bent down to meet Reggie eye to eye.

"Neither do I, but I do know they aren't at Precinct One." The Bear continued to stare unblinkingly at Reggie. There was something unspoken by the veteran officer that the younger one was beginning to understand. Wilde and Hopps were protected, or at least it seemed that way. Whether from City Hall or from Bogo himself didn't matter, but if Reggie knew what was best he would make peace.

"I didn't think the Chief played favorites?" pushed Reggie. He needed to know more about what could happen, and if the Chief really did favor the dynamic duo then Reggie may find himself out of a job eventually. One of Snarlov's eyebrows rose.

"That old bull won't come out and say it, but he has favorites. All of them are good cops." The emphasis of the last two words didn't go unnoticed by the Weasel, but another question arose. Why did Snarlov care if he stayed or not? Reggie surmised that it wasn't an appropriate question to ask on day one so he decided to ask another important one.

"How do I fix things then?" asked Reggie. Snarlov straightened up and shrugged his shoulders.

"Beat's me. You're not stupid Weaselton, you can figure something out." With that the Brown Bear started walking away, Reggie quickly removing himself from the bench and following close behind.

"Do you carry a baton on you?" Snarlov asked. Reggie shook his head. The Weasel and the rest of the cadets were taught how to use them with Riot gear. Considering that a Baton in the trunk of an elephant or in the paws of another large mammal might as well have been a tree in comparison to the mustela many officers didn't carry one.

"Well your gonna start carrying one now" said the Brown Bear "I heard you like using those claws of yours, and well that's just gonna get you into trouble one day." Reggie smirked at the Bear

"Worried I might break a claw?"

Snarlov huffed "In a suspect yes." Reggie blinked. He had never thought of it like that. A baton his size could do little damage, but his own paws could do much more. The Weasel knew he wouldn't always be struggling against larger mammals, and the more he considered the more Reggie started agreeing with the Bear.

Reggie nodded "Ok."

"Oh and one last thing," the ursine started "you and I are gonna start using the gym after our shifts."

"Think I'm not fit?"Reggie asked slightly insulted by the comment. He was in the best shape of his life, the Academy made sure of that.

"No, we are just gonna work out that anger issue you got in you." Snarlov said nonchalantly, continuing to walk out of the park. Reggie stopped dead in his tracks. Snarlov had met him twice, yet somehow knew about the mustela's short fuse. He guessed it shouldn't have shocked him all things considered, but still Reggie couldn't help but feel exposed by the veteran officer. The ursine stopped and turned his head towards the mustela.

"You can't hide anything from me Reggie, and I recommend not trying to either." Snarlov gave a dark, toothy grin before continuing to leave the park. Reggie stood rooted in place before reality caught up to him and he started to run after Snarlov.

"What the fleas did I get myself into?"