Hey there everyone! Sorry about the delay, I was feeling a little uneasy about this chapter. I think it should be good now though. Also there wont be another update for a while, school is getting pretty clustered and with all the essays I have to write I'm getting spent. Not to mention the massive writer's block I've had for a while. I will keep working so don't worry but I don't want to rush anything. I only want to give you guys the best I can do.

On a happier note this is chapter 10! Didn't think we would ever get here. I am honestly surprised. Thank you all for following and supporting this story.

Chapter 10: Officer

Nick got up from the couch and shuffled to the bathroom. He checked the mirror to see his fur in a tangled mess. He grunted in frustration as he relived himself. When he had finished he stretched and walked to the kitchen. He pulled out a few eggs and the carton of milk from the gold-plated refrigerator. 'Who the fuck needs a gold fridge in their guestroom?' Nick wondered to himself as he searched for a pan. 'Where the fuck does that fucking shrew put his fucking pans?' Nick thought, as he became slightly frustrated at how long the search was taking. He finally found a pan, and promptly tossed it on the small stove top. He opened the carton of milk and took a swig from it, as he waited for the cook surface to heat up. Once at the proper temperature, Nick cracked three eggs into the pan and began to scramble them. When the eggs were done he placed them on a plate with some blueberries from the fruit bowl that sat on the small island.

Judy was broken from her bewilderment caused by her dream by the smell of breakfast cooking. She had been wide awake due to said dream from the previous night. She figured a good breakfast would help her calm her nerves. She walked out to see the very fox that had troubled her standing before the stove. 'Is…is he cooking breakfast?' Judy thought in surprise. His auburn fur was a tangled mess but she could see the definition of the lean muscles under the nest. He didn't seem to notice her as he piled all of the eggs onto a single plate and walked to the table and began to eat. Judy decided to walk over to him a say hello. So that is exactly what she did. She walked up in a jovial manner and produced the friendliest hello she could muster. Nick simply glanced to the rabbit and grunted.

Judy was confused by the cold greeting. What shocked the rabbit the most was the look in the fox's eyes; it was a fiery mixture of hate, anger, and hurt. She felt like she had to address the sudden change in her partner's mood. "Nick." She started, "Is everything o.k.?"

Nick didn't even look to her when he responded, "The skillet is still hot. Cook something if you want, cop." Nick's voice was cold and biting. Judy felt like she had just been punched in the gut.

"Did I do something?" Judy asked, confused as to why Nick was being so hostile.

"Yes and no." Nick said as he to a sip from the milk carton. Judy watched him in slight disgust.

"What did I do?"

"I dunno, officer." Nick replied in mock respect as he got up to put his dishes in the sink. "What did my parents do?" He wheeled back and glared at Judy. "What did my uncle do? What did he do to earn the death penalty?" Nick was beginning to tear up but his anger cut through the tears. "What did I do? Huh? What the FUCK did I do to the Z.P.D as an eight year old kit to make them kill my family?!" Nick stood before the bunny trembling in anger with righteous tears rolling down his fur.

"Nick…" Judy said to herself as she looked upon the devastated fox before with compassion. She could see that he was broken inside, but refused to let her see the cracks. "I don't know what happened in that investigation, but you can trust me."

"Like hell." Nick growled just above a whisper. "Cops. You. Your kind, they just treat the symptoms of the underground. You lock up the victims while the real criminals escape. You put the smalltime thief behind bars and call it a victory for justice while my friends are attacked and arrested simply for being different. You categorize us as vandals, dissidents, and delinquents." Nick's voice began to rise. "You wage war against us by calling us violent, radical, bigoted, and stupid. The fact is that we are hardworking, devoted, and extremely tolerant. We don't judge people based on their species, we judge on their behavior and beliefs. But people like you, members of 'proper society', condemn us simply because we're different. They threw my uncle's testimony out of the case for the sole reason that he was a fox, and everybody knows you can't trust a fox. Tell me, where's the fucking justice in that? There's gangs running this city, MY city, and you fucks aren't doing anything about it! As a result of your apathy for us 'cretins': kids die. You didn't know a thing about the Ghosts until you were unlucky enough to get caught in the crossfire. Preds are hunted and targeted for abuse. The promise of Zootopia is equality between predators and prey. Bullshit. The reality is that prey use the banner of equality to oppress preds due to offences made against them generations ago. So please, Officer Hopps, tell me that Zootopia stands for peace and the Z.P.D. upholds true justice." Nick stormed past the rabbit. It was Judy's turn to be enraged.

"How hypocritical can you be?" Judy shot back.

"What?" Nick spat as he turned back to face the bunny. They both glared into the other's eyes. Emerald fire clashed with violaceous ice in an epic, silent battle.

"I asked how you could be so hypocritical." Judy said in as close to a growl as she could get; Nick nearly melted at the tone.

'She really is cute when she's angry.' He mused as he attempted to recompose himself. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"You say that you don't judge based on someone's looks," she started, her voice low, " but you have passed judgement upon me and the entire police force of Zootopia because a few made a bad call." He voice changed from defensive and angry to sincere. "It was terrible that your uncle died because people had prejudices against foxes. You have to understand that that is not the majority of the police force. We are trained to protect all species, but there are statistics that show that certain demographics are more likely to commit certain crimes. So yes we do target select mammal types for more scrutinous observation. And for the bit about only treating the symptoms: that's all we can do. Would you like to have police locking you up in jail because you might commit a crime?" Nick slowly shook his head. "Didn't think so. All we can do is deter mammals from committing said crimes and punishing those who do commit them. We aren't always right and we know that. There is very little that the police can do for street gangs, but we try our best to get the bad guys off the streets and help the good guys escape. So please don't hate all cops for the actions of a few."

Nick just looked at the bunny in shock. He couldn't believe that this little rabbit had just verbally dressed him down, but he was not fully swayed. "How do you explain the constant oppression of predators in our society? Media attacks us, cops attack us, and disgruntled, delusional assholes literally kill us. What do you have to say about that?"

"Those problems don't exist." Judy rebutted.

"Oh really?" Nick shot back, "So what happened in the O.M.F.U.M wasn't real? The evidence we got from Kozlov was false?"

"No but that doesn't mean…" Judy started.

"Yes it does." Nick interrupted. "Look closely at the t.v. shows. Preds are always the bad guys or the jerks. News portrays us as violent and bloodthirsty. A pred robs a bank the headline reads 'Violent Predator Holds Up Local Bank" while when a prey robs a bank it's 'Desperate Mammal Robs Bank". See the difference? How about all the deaths down in the slums: the murders? Nobody cares. But what happens when a prey is killed? City wide outrage."

"I never thought of that…" Judy said.

"Yeah. The real world is fucked. Stop living in your perfect fantasies." Nick said.

There was a moment of silence between the two. "You still need to trust us." Judy said quietly.

"What?" Nick said. "Trust you?" He chuckled. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"The police are here to be the line between those who wish to harm and those whom those people wish to harm. We aren't perfect by any means, but Nick please give us another chance. Let us earn your trust." Judy pleaded.

"Like hell. I gave you a chance and you killed my uncle. I could never trust the cops." Judy walked up to him and took his paws in hers.

"Can you trust me?" Judy asked. Nick looked into her large, amethyst eyes; he became lost in them. He saw sincerity and determination; he saw her tender heart and her steadfast loyalty. Everything he thought he knew about cops was flipped on its head. It was at this moment that something clicked inside of him; he felt that he could trust this cop.

"I…I can try." Nick said.

"Good." Judy said happily, and very relieved, as she pulled the fox into a hug. "Now for giving me such a rough time waking up: get cooking." She smiled triumphantly as she thrust the pan into Nick's hands then trotted over to the bathroom. "Call me when the food's done!" she said as she disappeared.

"Fucking, bunny." Nick mumbled as he opened the gold fridge to get some more eggs for the hungry bunny.

"I heard that!" came a voice from the bathroom. Nick just shook his head.

"Of course you did."

Well here's a special thing for anyone who was curious about the origins of the chapter titles. Like I said in Chapter 5 they are all song titles, but I don't say what bands those songs are from so I will credit the bands now. Ch. 1: FEAR, Ch. 2: The Ramones, Ch. 3: Rancid, Ch. 4: The Sex Pistols, Ch. 5: Rancid, Ch. 6: The Buzzcocks, Ch. 7: The Briggs, Ch. 8: NOFX, Ch. 9&10: Operation Ivy

Thank you again for reading, following, and/or commenting. See you whenever the next update comes! (Hopefully no more than two weeks)