AN: I'm back and still writing.

Disclaimer: I don't Own Zootopia

Normally, a hot shower at end of a shift was a welcoming gift, but Judy Hopps didn't feel any warmer then she did an hour ago. The water mixed with her tears as she sat in her shower stall, wishing her parents were there to comfort her. God knows they were most likely worried by now since the news was going on about how a cop was shot apprehending two suspects.

Rubbing her face, Judy wondered how the children they had in custody felt right now. Did they feel anything upon not only killing a cop, but a prey one was well? How on earth did the children even managed to get a gun in the first place? Zootopia was one of the the most heavy gun control areas in the country, yet it seemed even those can't prevent such tragedies from happening.

The shots that killed Pond were good too. Right next to the heart. Plus, the bullets had to have been heavy ones to kill an elephant. Meaning, the shooter was trained in this, thought Judy, rubbing her chin. This is getting worse. If they are planning to use guns now, the body count can only get higher and higher.

The only positive thing they had was that two of the five were in custody. They had their names, records, and everything. The parents had already been notified, and they were on their way. Due to the law, the police couldn't speak to them unless a parent or guardian was present. Not that it had stopped Jordon from trying to bust in and yell at them for murdering his partner and best friend.

The Chief had to order Jordon to head home after that.

Getting up, Judy turned the water off, grabbed her towel, and began to dry off. She sighed, looking at her paw while envisioning all that blood. If I had gotten there sooner… no, don't think that.

Nothing could have saved Elizabeth Pond from dying. The wound was too serious, and it was clear she had lost too much blood. Unless Judy was given the miraculous ability to heal with touch, there was nothing that could have been done.

"I sweat Pond, I will give you justice," muttered Judy as she clenched her fist.

I really owe Winston, thought Nick as he watched the two suspects in separate interrogation rooms. The buck had cried for a long time before calming down and looking ready for his execution. The rabbit had been pacing around nonstop. Chief Bogo grumbled to himself as he stared at the two with a glare even more hateful then the time Nick super glued him to his own personal toilet

Worth the two weeks of parking duty, thought Nick with a smirk.

The door opened, alerting the two of Judy who entered in with a nod to both. She stared at the two kids with as much control as possible, but the ever so frowning twitch that Nick saw made it clear she wanted to rip into them. "What have we got?"

"So far, the rabbit has been cursing at us, and the buck has been doing nothing but shed tears," replied Chief Bogo, as he grabbed a file next to him and opened it. "Bronn Forrest and Ellis Bush. Both the same age, go to the same school, and the same PPP club at said school. Bronn's sister was raped by serial rapist Tagi Nocturne around a year ago, but was found not guilty due to evidence mishandling. He was later arrested again for rape, and is currently serving a twenty-five-year sentence. His sister, however, ran away after her trial, ended up as a hooker, and died of drug overdose half a year ago. Ellis Bush's mother ran off with crocodile to Las Vegan when he was seven, leaving him and his father to fend for themselves. His mother was found a year later, half-eaten by the crocodile who was later connected to six other murders of female prey types. Killed by police in a shootout."

"That explains their hatred for predators," replied Nick, rubbing his neck. "Can't say I fully blame them though. To go through that kind of shit at their age?"

"What they still did was wrong," replied Judy, shaking her head. "Innocent animals are dead because of them, and they need to face the law for it."

The door opened again, this time it was someone they never saw before. A male black cat in a blue suit with glasses, holding a briefcase. "Sorry, I'm late. The district caught me during a date, but I rushed right over when they told me you got two of the Predator Hunters."

"And you are?" asked Judy, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a lawyer," replied Nick, knowing the type as Judy and Bogo looked at him. "Hey, don't judge me."

"To be correct, I'm the prosecutor from the DA's office. My name is Nate Neko," he shook their hands before looking at the suspects. "Have they said anything?"

"Except for a few curse words? No," replied Chief Bogo. "Also, Predator Hunters?"

"That's what the news is calling them. Hunters for predators and all," answered Nate, shrugging his shoulders. "I was hoping the kids could say something to save themselves. Hopefully, their parents can do that. Once we get names, we can arrest the rest and put this entire thing to a rest."

A text message went on Chief Bogo's phone as he opened it up and sighed. "Speak of the devil. They've arrived, and they brought a lawyer with him."

"Just one?" asked Judy.

"It's Dominic Stripes."

After being given a few moments with their sons, it was decided that both suspects would be sharing the same interrogation room. Judy took a moment look at the parents of the so called "Predator Hunters". Mr. and Mrs. Forrest were as plain looking deer as you can get, but it was clear that Mr. Forrest was not happy that his son was arrest while his wife was holding her scared looking son as if they were going to eat him. As for Mr. Bush, well... it was clear that his wife leaving him had affected him in a very negative way. Besides the glares both father and son were giving each other, the rabbit reeked of alcohol and looked like he hadn't been to a gym in years. Sitting between them, eyes as cold as steel, was Dominic Stipes dressed and ready to throw their case down.

"So, what did my stupid son do this time? Graffiti? Got caught in a strip club? Decided to start smoking?" asked Mr. Bush, while his son rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Bush, you aren't aware of your son's charges?" asked Nate, sitting with a raised eyebrow.

"What are those charges, Mr. Neko?" asked Dominic, raising an eyebrow.

Nate Neko looked at Dominic before pulling out the charge papers. "Assault with a deadly weapon. Attacking a police officer. Attempted murder. And two counts of murder with a hate crime charge added to both."

"My son isn't a killer! This is an outrage!" shouted Mr. Forrest, putting his hoof on his son's shoulder while slamming it on the table. "I can understand my son getting into trouble thanks to that hooligan!" He glared at Ellis who gave him the finger. "But my son has never done anything wrong! Now you're telling me he's being charged with murder?! Haven't you all ruined our lives enough?!"

"Eric, that's enough," replied Dominic, glaring at the man.

"I won't let them hurt my son like they did my daughter, Dominic! They failed my family once and I will not go through that tragedy again!"

"Sir, you need to calm down! Please!" shouted Judy, itching for her tranquilizer gun if need be.

"And you! And can you go against your own kind like this!" cried out Mr. Forrest to Judy.

"Dear, please!" shouted his wife, getting his attention. "Bronn's stressed enough as it is! Please, just calm down for his sake!"

He was about to open his mouth, when he stared at his son, who was whimpering and shivering; doing his best to shrink in a world of danger. Closing his eyes, Mr. Forrest took a deep breath and slowly sat down. "I apologize."

"Thank you," replied Dominic as he turned to the DA and officers. "You have no proof that my clients did these things."

"We have a witness that puts your clients' whereabouts on the assault on Josh Plains the night he was assaulted. They're also part of the same organization, the Public Pray Protection, whose jackets the attackers were wearing," pointed out Nate.

"Your witness is an elderly lion who looked out of her window in the dark of the night. Not to mention hundreds of bunnies and deer are part of the club," replied Dominic.

"Officer Hopps and Wilde her can confirm that your clients not only assaulted them while resisting arrest, but one of them also threw a knife that nearly killed Officer Hopps. We can assume these are also the knives used to kill their third victim," replied Nate as Nick lay down the photos of the crime scene. Finnick's throat slashed out as well as the dozens of other wounds he suffered while spray painted that horrible slur.

Mrs. Forrest turned away and made her son turn too. Mr. Bush just picked his nose and grumbled to himself. "That's messed up."

"It's your kid who did this," replied Nick, raising an eyebrow.

"Look, my son might be an idiot and a brat, but he's no murder," replied Mr. Bush, shaking his head. "Doesn't even have the balls."

"Shut up, old man!" shouted Ellis as he glared at his father. "Like a drunk asshole like you is any better."

"Why you little-"

"Hey!" cried out Chief Bogo, glaring so hard the two rabbits straighten up. "Focus."

"Yes, sir," replied the two rabbits.

"You have no evidence that my clients are linked to these crimes," replied Dominic, straighten his tie. "Furthermore, where are these knives you talked about? In police custody?"

"We're still searching the junk yard," replied Chief Bogo, folding his arms. "But I trust Officer Hopps' testimony."

"Do you trust her partner?" asked Dominic, making Nick growl.

"I do," replied Chief Bogo, narrowing his eyes. "I trust every one of my officers to be able to do their job. And I know for a fact that neither of them is lying about what happened."

"You still need the knives," replied Dominic, snorting. "Not that there will be I bet. It seems more like the police are trying to cater to predator politics by picking on prey children to make up for their incompetence in failing to stop a murderer."

Nick slammed his paws on the table and growled. "The only thing that is incompetent is you and your blind prejudice, Dominic." He turned to the two kids. "Now listen you brats. You are in a lot of trouble. You've not only killed two innocent people, and assaulted a third, but one of fellow prey is dead because of those you were friends with. A prey who also happened to have been a cop. If you think you're going to get away with this without any repercussions, you are wrong."

"Screw you, fox," replied Ellis, sneering. "Your kind is better off being skinned alive and used to make clothing."

"Sure, dig your hole deeper, son," replied Mr. Bush, snorting.

"You still need to prove it," responded Dominic. "You have no evidence. No motive-"

"The motive is that your clients suffered at the paws of predators and lost family members. They did this to get back at them in some misguided attempt at the ones who wronged them," answered Judy, glaring. "While that's sympathetic in some cases, it doesn't excuse what they did."

"Yet, without anything solid you don't have a case," replied Dominic, getting up. "It's clear that you are wasting everyone's time with this."

"A cop is dead, your clients assaulted my officers, and they know more about the animals who killed that said cop," replied Chief Bogo, walking up and glaring down at Dominic who, to his credit, didn't flinch. "They aren't going anywhere."

"… there is one thing that we do have," replied Judy, smirking as the thought came to her. Everyone looked at her. "We found fur of a White-Tailed Deer in the last crime scene." Upon saying this, Judy noticed Bronn turn even almost pale. "If your son is innocent, then let us get a DNA sample from him." He glared at the whimpering Bronn. "After all, if he's as innocent as you claim, then it shouldn't be much of a problem."

"Nobody is touching my baby," replied Mrs. Forrest.

"Agreed, if you wish to get that sample, you better get a court order. Otherwise, I think we're done here," replied Dominic as he stood up. "Now may I have a few minutes with my clients in private."

"Have we found the knives yet?" asked Nick as he and the others got a strong cup of coffee in the break room.

"Not yet, but I got every CSI looking. We'll find them," replied Chief Bogo, sipping his joe.

"Even so, we don't have solid evidence that they are the ones behind the killings," replied Nate, sighing as he rubbed his temple. "If the knives match the ones found at the last crime scene, then we have a better shot. However, the best we got a solid hold on them for now is resisting arrest and assaulting an officer, but even then, it's just their world against ours. Longest we can hold them is until they are put up for bail."

"There is one positive thing in all this," replied Judy, throwing away her cup. "We confirmed that a White-Tailed Deer was one of the five behind this gang we have one currently in custody. If we can just get a DNA sample, we can prove its him and get him to maybe confess."

"I can get a court order, but its going to take at least a few days," sighed Nate. "We need to look more into the boys and their friends. These five had to have met somehow, and we need to establish where and when."

"Me and Nick can head to their school and check out the PPP club there," replied Judy.

"Good, I better get some sleep. I need to figure out how to write my statement to get that warrant," replied Nate as he tried to leave but was halted when Dominic Stripes appeared around the corner. "What now, Stripes?"

"I just want to let you know that I'll be submitting a dismissal for these charges first thing in the morning," replied Dominic, fixing his classes.

"Under what statement?" asked Nick in disbelief.

"The statement that this entire case is bias by the head officers who have been investigating this crime," replied Dominic, who was getting glares from Judy and Nick. "Officer Nick showed his fangs and threatened my client during his arrest, mostly caused by the fact that he is blinded by his anger over the death of his friend, Finnick. Therefor he has too much of an emotional attachment to this case, and most likely has had his judgement impaired."

"Now hold on a minute," replied Nick, growling as he marched up to Dominic. "I did lose my best friend in the whole world, yeah. Damn right I'm emotional, but don't you dare accuse me of being bias in this when I've been put in just as much effort to capturing predators before. The only one who is making this a race case is you."

"You also seem to have some type of grudge against me, Mr. Wilde. It's clear by how you reacted when we met, and right now, that you seem to hate me. Maybe your accusations on the PPP, and its members, are just your way of trying to hurt me," replied Dominic Stripes, glaring back.

"… you really don't remember me, do you?" asked Nick, taking a deep breath which earned the raised eyebrow of everyone but Judy. "Yeah, I do have a grudge against you, but this was long before we even met again. And only recently, well into the case, have I realized who you are."

"And what am I? I've never met you before in my life," replied Dominic.

"I'll give you a little hint. A little fox innocently wants to join the Junior Ranger Scouts, but the ones who he thought were going to be his new best friends beat him up and tie a muzzle around his face. All while saying that they would never let a fox join them. Sound familiar?"

Dominic's eyes widened as he stared at Nick. "You? You were…"

"Yeah, me."

"… that was just a prank," replied Dominic, scoffing. "Your holding a grudge over a stupid prank."

"A PRANK?!" shouted Nick so loud that even the office went silent. "You have any idea what you did to me?! Do you have idea what its like to feel like the world is closing in around you?! Unable to breath?! To feel caged, like your weak and useless?! You broke me in a way that I didn't ever recover for a long time! I…" Nick took a deep breath as Judy walked over to his side and held his arm. "I hate you. I hate you, and everyone of those who did that to me. I promise you, right here, and right now, that if you had anything to do with this I will bring you down so hard that you'll pass hell itself."

Dominic just stared at Nick for a bit before scoffing and leaving without a word. Nate, watching this, rubbed his head and growled. "Nice going, Officer Nick."

"What? What did I do?" asked Nick.

"You just gave Dominic what he needed to make it look like this entire case is a giant target on him in general," replied Nate, shaking his head. "You just gave him ammo for his dismissal."

"…I…" Nick was stunned but only realize that he screwed up and growled. "I'm sorry."

"You want to make this right, get me something solid to go by," replied Nate as he left the room, shaking his head.

Nick began to clutch his paw, but there was already someone stopping him by holding onto it. With a silent thank you, he squeezed Judy's paw as hard as he could for support.