Here's another chapter! Now that we're getting closer to the climax, I'm going to update a bit less frequently. I can't say how many chapters there will be.

I think I may have broken my wrist. Kind of stupid, really, but I fell down on my chair (so I guess I deserved it) and fell on it. It has been hurting quite a lot and now it has swollen, oops.

Did you know that BBC and Netflix are working on a new Watership Down series and John Boyega will be on it? Apparently he will voice Bigwig. If you have never read Watership Down before, do it now! It's awesome, almost like LOTR but with bunnies! yay.

Disclaimer: I have never owner, do not own and will never own Zootopia. So that's that.

-Chapter 11-

When Judy woke up in the morning, it took her a while to remember she wasn't supposed to go to the station. Because she didn't really feel the need to try to sleep a little more, she instead quickly showered, fixed some coffee and ate breakfast. The TV was on, showing cartoons (she would never admit that she actually liked watching them) and she quickly riffled through the morning paper.

Then she decided to text Nick to ask him how he was when she noticed she had gotten a text from an unknown number last night, when she had already been asleep. It said:

38°5′41.61″N 122°8′38.24″W

As Judy tried to track the number, she couldn't and she assumed it was from a pre-paid phone. Her blood ran cold as she realized who could've sent the text, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted that or not.

A cold wind was breezing outside, so she took her jacket and started heading towards a certain car repair shop. It was still unclear what had happened to Chris, but she hoped to find Allen and ask him how he felt about the message, and maybe also console him about this brother. She took the train and since it was morning and people were going to work, it was full and she ended up standing. She looked at the message once more and decided to reply or night as well try. She wrote:

who are you ?

The way to the car repair center wasn't too long, and soon she hopped out of the train and walked towards the place. Only when she arrived, she noticed that the shop itself was closed and when she knocked on the door thrice, no one came. She looked through a window and to her surprise se noticed that the all of the furniture had been stacked in the middle of the room, or more like thrown. She looked at the sight in shock and just as she was turning, she heard the backdoor being opened. She saw Allen walking in and he was holding a red canister in his paws and it actually took Judy a moment to realize that he was going to burn to whole place down. Not knowing what she should do she just simply watched as he poured gasoline on the furniture and all over the walls and floor. He took a lighter from his pocket but before he could light it, Judy knocked on the door hoping he would answer. He looked at the door and saw two, gray ears sticking up behind the window. Sighing, he opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" he asked harshly.

"No, what are you doing!" Judy yelled. "Or actually, don't even answer. I'm pretty sure I know."

The raccoon scanned the area and then gestured her to come in.

"Yeah, it's probably pretty obvious. I'm leaving."

"Just like that? Why?"

"I mean, Chris and I intended to move anyway if we got money. Besides, I'm pretty sure the police are already suspecting us, huh?"

"Er, not that I would know", Judy said. "I was suspended."

"Oh."

"Well, only for a short time. But what about Chris, are you really going to leave him?"

"Leave him? He's dead", Allen said and even though his expression remained the same, Judy could hear the pain in his voice.

"How can you know? His bo… He wasn't even found!"

"Yeah, but did you see the blood?"

"I-I did but… It could have been Markov's."

"All of it? No one can lose that much blood and yet walk away to die", Allen said.

"I guess you're right…"

"So yes, I'm leaving. We actually already got fake ID's for this, but… I don't think I'm going to need this", he said as he took the other ID that had Chris's picture.

"You know, about the fox I was looking for…"

"What about him?"

"You see, I got a message last night. Coordinates. I don't know where but I have a crazy feeling that it has something to do with him", she explained.

"Can I see the message?" Allen asked and Judy nodded. She gave her phone to him.

"I know this place", Allen said.

"You do?"

"Yep, we… I've been there like a thousand times."

"What's in there?"

"Just a simple road and a hut."

"A hut?"

"Yeah. A hut."

"Like… Like a shack kind of hut or a cute cabin kind of hut?"

"Yes", the raccoon replied. "So to be honest, I'd assume this message is from him, alright. Be careful when you go there."

Judy swallowed and looked at the message. Suddenly she hoped she had never tried to find Nick's father.

"Or are you even going to go?"

"Do you think he'll be mad if I don't?"

"I don't know."

It was quiet for a while and then Allen scratched his neck.

"But, you know, maybe I can, er, go with you. Just so that you'll find the place, er, because, um, it's… Yeah, and after that I'll vanish and you'll have never seen me. What do you think?"

Judy though for a while.

"Okay. It's a deal."

Since Judy had given her gun away, Allen lent her one. He too took a gun with him but this time it had bullets.

They were ready, and when Judy exited the backdoor she heard Allen saying something, as if a prayer. He walked behind and threw the lighter to the furniture stack, and the room caught fire immediately. They left, leaving the small shop to burn.

There was, indeed, a small hut and Judy found it hard to believe it had been used by a criminal syndicate. Honestly, it looked more like and abandoned barn than a hut.

They stood in front of the door and then Judy carefully knocked. No one answered, but she opened the door anyway.

The hut was nothing like outside what it was inside. It actually looked like a cute cabin inside, with nice tapestry and a fur carpet, and there was a comfy-looking bed and an armchair.

"I'd better wait here", Allen whispered and Judy nodded in agreement. She loaded her gun and stepped in.

Nick was practically just a younger copy of Mr. Piberius Wilde, she noticed the moment she saw the fox. Sure, there were some other differences, of course. Piberius's fur was not as shiny and it was a bit greyish, but other than that they looked like twins more than a father and a son. The smug grin, the green eyes and the relaxed posture.

"Mr. Wilde?" she asked even though she was already sure.

"Yes, though I have not used that name for years. And I assume you're Miss Judy Hopps", he said. His voice was deep and hoarse, perhaps an effect from smoking.

"Yes. I'm here for… Um", she mumbled.

"Yes, I know. My son. How is he doing these days?"

"He's a policeman", she replied, completely forgetting that the fox was fired yesterday.

"Oh, yes, I heard about that. Always knew the boy was going to become something great one day", he said with pride filling his voice. "Normally we Wildes weren't meant to do great things, but I guess you could say he broke out of that cycle."

"Just wondering… You've had many chances to meet him? Why didn't you?"

"Well, first of all… It's not like people like me are admired in the society, is it? I was hiding, I still am. Let's face it, it would've been dangerous. But I told her my new address years ago in case if he wanted to come with me. He didn't."

"He said he did, after his mother died, but you weren't there!"

"Yes, I had to move away. I was being chased by some rather nasty people."

"So you left him alone."

"Well…"

"You did!"

"Yes, it's true. But not a day goes by without me ever regretting it."

The fox talked calmly and he was very convincing. Could it be that this man had actually killed Markov's minions? It seemed unreal. Perhaps she had been lied to, or Piberius had been framed.

"I assumed you'd arrive here without him, but by all mean, tell your friend to come in. I'll fix some coffee."

Judy did as was told and soon all the three of them were sitting around the cute, small round table.

"Now look at us. Just like the knights", he said after and awkward silence. Judy noticed that his paws were shaking but only slightly. She wondered why.

"So McCoon, how's your brother?" he asked, attempting to small talk. Allen didn't answer, just stared at the ground as he drank.

"Ah, not one for talking, are we?"

To Judy the fox seemed a bit oblivious about everything; living life like there was nothing to worry about. How the hell did this man get into criminal business? Despite the grin on his face, he seemed a bit distressed and nervous.

"So. A bunny, huh? Never thought a bunny and a fox could…"

"Um, how did you meet Markov?" Judy interrupted him quickly.

The fox took a sip of coffee.

"I guess the same way everyone else did", he vaguely answered. His paws were shaking more and more each minute. Suddenly he got up. "Excuse me a minute."

He walked out of the door, to another room and Judy was left alone with Allen.

"What do you think about him?" she whispered to the raccoon.

"He's… Weird. Like he's five cans short on a six pack, you know?"

"Yeah, I thought so too."

Soon the fox came back and sat on the chair with a satisfied grunt.

"But you know, dear bunny, as you have been working so hard, I guess I could meet with him. Just to see that he's eating properly and not working himself to the bone. Fatherly stuff, I guess", he said.

"That… That would be great!" she said. "Let's do it now, like right now! I'll just call him and… Oh…" she said remembering that Nick didn't probably want to see anyone at the moment.

"Not now", Piberius said fortunately. "But maybe tomorrow? I can get me another suit and get rid of that ugly mug of mine."

Judy thought he was talking about his face but the mug he used for drinking was hideous, as well.

"That's great, now if you'll just give me your number and we're…"

"No, I'll contact you. but you need to go now", the fox said and opened the front door. "It was such a pleasure to meet you. Both of you."

"But…"

"Go now", the fox said smiling but there was something scary about the way he said it.

"Alright. I'll see you then"; Judy said. Before leaving, she turned. "By the way, do you happen to have seen Markov lately?"

He shook his head.

"I see. Where did you get my number?"

The fox didn't reply as he pushed to bunny out.

"Tomorrow", he said and closed the door.

"Wow. So that's your friend's father, huh?" Allen asked rhetorically. "Nice fellow."

"Y-Yeah", Judy said. She took her phone. "I need to tell Nick."

As she was writing the message, she figure she should actually tell it face to face, so she simply told him to meet her in the park in two hours. Ad they started walking towards Allen's car, she asked the raccoon:

"So what will happen to you now?"

"I'm still leaving", he told. "I'll take you to the park, and then we'll never see again."

"I see. By the way?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry about Chris. I really am."

The raccoon didn't answer as he started the car and drove away.