Ralph sat across from the sheep, Jezeabel, in interrogation room three. This wasn't because she was under arrest, but unlike the interview rooms the interrogation ones already came set up with a camera and microphone. Before they begun he had reminded the ewe several times that she wasn't under arrest and that they could stop whenever she wanted too, whether to take a break or finish all together. She stated each time that she understood, but the Wolf was still hesitant after the Tiger's first reaction to heading to the Precinct. Like last time, Ralph and Nadine asked the pair to come to Precint One. They both complied and came on the allotted time. The lupine officer would be lying if he said he expected them to show. When the questioning started, it soon became obvious to the officer that these females felt either a debt or loyalty to Officer Weaselton. As the questioning continued, the conversation went a little off track.

"So wait," Ralph started, his paw rubbing his closed eyes, "are you telling me that Reggie, as in the Weasel Reggie, had an intimate relationship with a Fox?"

"No doll," responded the ewe effortlessly, "I simply thought that given enough time it may have happened." She was fanning herself with yellow painted wooden fan, and with every flick of her wrist the smell of flowery perfume would assault Ralph's nose. Jezeabel had dressed in comfortable clothing compared to their last meeting, a hot pink, knee high wool skirt and white button down blouse. To finish off the attire was a matching pink wool jacket. "It doesn't matter anymore of course. Haven't seen ex for awhile now."

Ralph frowned. The Weasel had denied access to his room at the hospital, so none of his co-workers were able to see him except for Chief Bogo. After the visit, the Bull had let the Precinct know that Officer Weaselton was recovering physically. There seemed to be something implied by that specific of a statement, but the grey Wolf decided to let the situation play itself out. To hear that those who were so close to him that they were willing to risk their own safety hadn't heard from him didn't sit will with the lupine. Still Ralph's job though wasn't to judge, but to gather the facts of the case. "Ok, well what did he have you do?"

"Ex?" tittered the ewe, "he's wound up tighter than a knot. There's no question he needed a good release, but it certaintly wasn't from me!"

"Can you please get your mind out of the gutter," groaned the Wolf, "I meant what did he have you do outside of your profession?"

"That's the problem sweetie, my profession dealt indirectly with what I did for him." Jezeabel looked apologetic and shrugged. Her free hoof started twirling a strand of wool sticking out between buttons of her blouse. "He asked us to find smugglers working in the Rainforest District. I know we all pitched in on that effort to get him the info in time."

"What does that have to do with your profession?"

The ewe smiled sadly and closed her fan with a light smack on the table, "Information on the streets is normally traded for either money or a service. Problem is currency in our profession is too valuable to give up, so I know some of the girls traded...another item that held value."

The Wolf's eyes widened at the implication. "Did...uh..." Ralph hesitated, the answer to his question could not only destroy the case but Reggie's career in the process, "...did Officer Weaselton direct you or any of those working under him to sleep with mammal's for information?" The officer held his breath, waiting for the reply.

The sheep shook her head, "No doll, he never told us to do that. He only asked that we found out anything we could." Ralph let out a sigh in relief. "Of course all he needed to do was say the word and me and couple of the girls would have slept our way to the Mayor's office if it woulda helped him." With a flair, Jezeabel opened her fan and continued to fam herself. "Before you ask, we're that way not cause he paid us, but because of our last boss. I believe I already told you about Rameo and how ex took over his position."

The Wolf cleared his throat, "Yeah about that. Rumors are that 'Xander' is the one who put Rameo in the hospital, though the Ram is still unwilling to cooperate. You wouldn't happen to know what happened would you?"

Jezeabel glanced away with an amused glint in her eyes. She moved the fan in front of her about and looked back at the lupine officer. "I heard that poor, old Rameo took a nasty spill down some steps."

"Enough to put him in a full body cast?" questioned the Wolf with a raised brow.

The sheep shrugged and leaned in closer, "You wouldn't believe some of the stories I've heard."

"So it would seem," sighed Ralph. He straightened in his chair, "I need you to answer how Officer Weaselton was making his income."

"Same way any of us do doll," responded Jezeabel coyly, "with blood, sweat and tears."

Nadine was sitting at a table opposite of one "Saffron" in Interrogation room two. Her and Ralph hadn't been able to find out more about the Tiger and Sheep's actual name, and the pair responded easily to the pseudonyms so that's what the officers called them. She hadn't been able to check on her partner, but she knew that detectives and the Chief himself were watching behind the one-way glass. The feline also felt some relief in that she was interviewing whom she considered to be the most volatile of the two working girls.

The Sumatran Tiger that sat with her arms folded and a scowl directed at the officer. She hadn't said a word since being led into the room. Instead of the evening gown that Saffron had on the last she was in Precinct One, the feline wore a simple pair of blue jeans and black long sleeved shirt. A pink scarf wrapped around her throat seemed out of place for the disgruntled Tiger, but Nadine didn't draw attention to it. Everything about the feline in front of the officer spoke of her unwillingness to be here. So why did she let herself be dragged here?

"That Wolf partner of yours is cute," Saffron said, her honey colored eyes staring directly at the Begnal Tiger, "you two a thing?"

Nadine's brow twitched, but she kept her emotions in check. "First thing you say to me is about my partner?"

The other Tiger shrugged, "All you want to do is pin ex with crimes you guys said he did. What is there to cooperate with?"

"How much do you know of what Officer Weaselton did?" Saffron stared blankly. "Did he order you to perform any illicit acts, whether for the case or for him personally?" Still no answer. "Were you two involved in an intimate relationship?"

Saffron leaned forward and leaned her elbows on the table, "I've heard Weasel's are insatiable." The emphasis on the last word was said with a lick of her lips. She leaned back with arms still crossed, "But I've only heard."

"Interesting way to answer a question..." thought Nadine, "wonder if she'll answer in similar ways?" The officer, changing her tactics, leaned back into her chair and crosses her arms. She mirrored the feline on the other side. "My partner once had to go undercover." The working girl continued to stare unblinking. "He doesn't talk about it much, but I believe he had taken certain actions that would be deemed illicit." Nadine kept her face blank as she spoke, cursing the fact she had to use Ralph as some featureless stand in. The Wolf was actually quite proud of his stint in undercover after the Nighthowler case. It was because of his efforts that the Z.P.D. we're able to pick up the smaller supporters of Bellwether's plan. It didn't feel right to stain Ralph's record, even verbally, but it seemed necessary for the Bengal to gain any information. "I think he used some subordinates for personal activities."

"Then he deserves to suffer," snarled Saffron, fur standing on end. The reaction worried Nadine that she overstepped an invisible boundary, but she would do what's to clear up the confusion. "...but I haven't experienced anything like that...recently."

The comment wasn't lost on the feline officer, but it would have to be put aside for now. "My partner also told me about how he performed favors for those subordinates that were outside of his instructions. You wouldn't happen to have experienced anything like that?" It was a softball question, supposed to simply confirm that everything Officer Weaselton did was for the case. So when the Sumatran remained silent it worried the Bengal. "You haven't experienced anything like that...right?"

Saffron remained quiet, but placed her paws down on the table. The tick of the feline's claws on the metal table gave Nadine pause. In a struggle there was no question that the officer would be victorious, but she also knew that it wouldn't be a bloodless victory. "If I have experienced something like that, what would happen?"

Nadine blinked in surprise. The question was said with almost kitlike curiosity. "He wouldn't be protected legally and could be convicted of the crime."

"Huh," Saffron replied with a frown, "I always assumed you cops took care of one another."

"How can you expect us to pin charges on Officer Weaselton, but also protect him from legal prosecution?"

The smaller Cat looked away and scowled, "I don't know what you want me to say. Cops have always told me what to say or taken what they want from me." Her eyes rose back to Nadine's, anger seeping through the honey colored eyes. "If ex really is a cop...than he's the nicest one I have met, and I won't let you arrest him!" The Sumatran growled out the last part.

The situation was spiraling and Nadine was at a lost for what to do. Ralph was so much better at talking with mammals. His naturally jovial attitude mixed with his caring Amber eyes always won the hardest cynics. So as the gears in the Bengal's mind, a single thought came to mind. "What would Ralph do...?" An idea emerged. Ralph liked to give mammals breaks to calm a witness or even to let a suspect stew. In this case it would hopefully calm the aggressive Tiger and possibly gain some better answers. Nadine stood slowly and kept her paws up and in front of her. "Are you thirsty?"

Saffron stopped growling, but her eyes narrowed on the other Tiger as if trying to see the trap. "...Why?"

"We have a vending machine here," continued Nadine, ingoring the question, "There's also a cafeteria here as well. It's not the best food, but if you want something warm instead..." Saffron remained silent, seated in her chair with paws still facing down. "We can also check on my partner," the Officer added, remembering the other feline's protective nature over the ewe, "I'm sure you want to see Jezeabel as well."

There was obvious conflict in Saffron. She snarled at the mention of her partner, but stopped as soon as Nadine mentioned the sheep. The tension in her body lessened slightly, "You'll let me see Jezeabel?"

Nadine slowly walked around the table, letting her paws fall to the side. "You two can go get a drink together, but me and my partner have to be with you to make sure you don't discuss the case." Saffron tensed up. "I apologize for suggesting something to you about my partner that is untrue," the Bengal was an arms length away from the Sumatran, "You have met my partner and have talked with him. Does he seem like the mammal that could hurt others?" The smaller Tiger looked away, but didn't respond. Nadine gambled and placed her paw gently on the other feline's shoulder. "I can see that you're afraid, both for yourself and for Jezeabel, but there is not reason to fear or my partner. Before we step out of here, I need to calm down and sheathe your claws. Do you understand?"

Saffron nodded curtly, her eyes downcast. "Sorry," she mumbled like a kit caught cheating, "Sometimes I get too emotional..."

"I understand," responded Nadine calmly. She positioned herself next to the smaller Cat and guided to the door. "Let's get you and Jezeabel something, and then we will continue to interview." Saffron nodded and Nadine let her paw fall the other feline's shoulder. Perhaps Ralph should continue this interview.

"Your partner is cute." mumbled Saffron.

Nadine sighed, "I know..." Maybe she should finish it.

Nick sat in a cold interview room in Tundra Town Correctional facility with an yellow folder in his paws. He was smart enough to keep his winter coat in the cruiser, if not his tail would have frozen off. The Fox pulled the extra layer tighter around his body as he waited for the prisoner to be brought out. There was a buzz from the electric lock as a door swung open. Out stepped a Caribou in a correctional facilities uniform followed by a young vixen wearing a bright green jumpsuit. The Fox walked elegantly to the table, her tail swishing with each easy step. If the officer didn't know any better, he would have assumed she was about to get ready for a ball. Alas the jumpsuit and bleak surrounding walls ruined the imagery. He watched as she climbed into the too large chair, much like Nick minutes before, with the only clinking of metal pawcuffs breaking the silence. The vixen smoothed out her fur and outfit before turning Sapphire blue eyes onto Nick's Emeralds.

"Well, well, well," started the vixen smoothly, waiting for the Caribou to leave before speaking , "if it isn't Officer Nicholas Wilde, pinnacle of all Fox kind. Tell me, why does such an outstanding officer such as yourself visit little, old me?"

"Don't look old me," quipped Nick, "in fact if we were in a bar, I'd have to card you." The female giggled. "It's good to finally meet you Cherry, your friends have told me about you."

"Lies and slander I promise dear," responded Cherry. She leaned against the table, gave a smoky look and batted her eyes. "How can I serve you today officer?"

"For one you can take this seriously," retorted the vulpine officer, slightly annoyed by what she was implying, "we both know those street corner tactics aren't going to work on me." Cherry scoffed and folded her arms. "Next you can tell me why you're here."

Cherry's brow rose, "Didn't you read the arrest report, honey?"

"I did, but I like knowing both stories before jumping to conclusions."

"Is conclusions all your jumping?" Cherry pointed to her nose. Nick remained silent and simply smiled in response. He had been running late and hadn't been able to shower. While members of Precinct One were used to Nick and Judy smelling of each other, others were not. The vixen sighed and shrugged, "What's a girl gotta do to have some fun?"

"Answering questions sounds fun," chimed in the officer, "who knows what your prize will be when you win!"

A hard glint entered Cherry's eyes as Nick wished he had phrased that differently, "Oh so now my freedom is a bargaining chip to the Z.P.D.?"

"Hold on," Nick raised his paws in surrender, "that was a slip of the tongue. I just want to hear your side of the story, that's all."

The vixen huffed, but then she slumped against the chair. She looked exhausted. "I was arrested for drug possession and prostitution on the corner of Snowball ave and Fourteenth street by one Sergeant Tassut."

"Very interesting fellow that Tassut," Nick prodded cautiously, "Precinct Six praises him for his dedication."

"Honey, all the officers there need to get their heads checked," grumbled Cherry. The sharp glance she threw the vulpine officers way told more of her dislike of the Precinct than any of her words.

"Not all the officers are bad though, are they?" Nick clasped his paws together on the table. "I've heard rumors of a She-Wolf who seems to be cleaning up the streets by herself." The old hustler didn't miss the small smile that shown on the working girl's muzzle. "In fact if I didn't know any better, than I would believe she had an informant." The vulpine officer decided to lay his cards on the table. "Of course if she did have an official informent and said informant knew something about a certain Polar Bear, than it may explain why a lovely vixen such as yourself is sitting in jail with no history or trace of drugs in your system."

Cherry didn't look at Nick, instead keeping her eyes on the table between them. "What...if..." She hesitated, "What if the informant is not official?"

"Well then that informant would have been working with Officer Howlington selflessly and proves to be an individual that is important to not only Tundra Town, but Zootopia overall." Nick spoke slowly and softly. He could tell that Cherry felt vulnerable, and he could understand why. Because of his "disagreement" with Mr. Big, the Fox had spent the last years of hustling spending as little time as possible in Tundra Town. Still it was easy enough to reach out to some old contacts in the district to find out about the Polar Bear. What he was told didn't sit well with him. Even if only half true, the vixen had put herself in danger. "What you've been doing is very brave," continued the officer, "and we at Precinct One prefer to reward bravery instead of punishing it. Considering the history of Sergeant Tassut having amazing luck finding crimes as charged against you, my boss decided to look into the validity of your case."

Cherry's gaze locked onto the vulpine officer with eyes narrowed, "What does that mean?"

Nick smirked. He understood the working girl's caution. Nothing on the street was given freely, and what he was suggesting sounded like a gift. "In short what it means is that the Z.P.D. needs your help in making Zootopia a better place." The officer placed the folder on the table and slid it across to the vixen.

She opened it, her head cocking in confusion, "What's this?"

"Well," Nick started, scratching his chin, "the first paper is a transfer paper. You're being moved to Precinct One holding for an interview. The second is a post dated form for your release from Precinct One holding. You'll have to wait to till tomorrow, sorry it's the best we can do. The third is my personal favorite." He waited patiently as the vixen went through the paperwork. When her eyes finally landed on the final paper, they became as large as saucers. She looked at the officer and he just couldn't hold back anymore. "We figured you've been acting as a Confidential Informant for ole Weselton for close to three months. Add in your new partnership with Officer Howlington and we figured you deserved some payment for your services."

"It's a cheque for six thousand dollars!" Cherry shouted in disbelief, "I didn't do anything to earn this!?"

"Technically it's a copy of a cheque for six thousand waiting for you at the Precinct. Also I know a Weasel, She-Wolf, Old Bull and Lioness that would disagree with you," Nick responded. He smiled, Cherry's worry was similar to his own when he received his first paycheck from the Z.P.D. The rookie cop at the time felt that he hadn't earned it, but some wise words from Judy helped ease his fear.

"Nick, you traded hard work in the Academy and on the beat for this. You earned every single cent."

It still brought a smile to his muzzle knowing that his bank account is filled with legal tenure. "It feels weird," he continued, "earning money legally." Cherry nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on the paper in her paws. "Trust me, you'll never get used to it."

The vixen continued to stare at the paper, moisture forming in the corner of her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her paw. A strained chuckle left her, "I think this is the first time I ever earned money not on my back." Nick chuckled politely, recognizing the other Fox's need to lighten the mood. "I...I dont know what to do," Cherry finally said.

"Well the polite thing to do is say 'Thank you Officer Wilde'," the vulpine officer joked, "after that what you 'do' is up to you. This is all for past services, so if you wanted to you could walk away from the Z.P.D. tomorrow with no consequence. We won't come after you unless you break the law." Nick looked at the working girl seriously, "I can make suggestions if you'd like."

Cherry gazed back at the former Con-mammal and smiled, "I would like that."