Once the day was over Fangs offered Nick a ride home since Finnick was still mad at him. The entire walk through the parking lot, the wolf was doing his best to convince Nick that everything was going to go fine. But the fox's mind could not help but imagine the worst situations.

Fangs' car was like his personality given physical form. The paintwork was a very dark hue of blue and the tires were, of all things, white walled. When the fox asked what was up with a combination like that Fangs just laughed and said 'It looked perfect for me, and that was all that mattered.' Stepping inside the front seats were covered by a soft fabric and a little air freshener hung from the mirror. Despite how clean the front looked, the wolf's personality once again shined through, there were many balled up wrappers and papers clearly thrown in the back without much care.

After giving the wolf directions, he and Nick rode mostly in silence. The vulpine didn't mean to be so quiet, but his thoughts were solely about Finnick. Even though he thought the fennec was overreacting he still felt bad for making him worry. As they slowly pulled in the parking lot of The Grand Pangolin Arms Nick felt himself tensing but slowly inhaled, followed by an exhale.

"I'm gonna go in there first and try to clear things up. Just hang back here for a second or two," Nick told Fangs, getting a nod in response. "We're on the second floor, door number four."

"Just do what you gotta do," Fangs encouraged as Nick stepped out of the car and into the apartments.

Nick waltzed his way through the lobby and dashed up the stairs, only stopping when he reached the second floor. Speed walking down the hall while reaching for his keys, the fox made it to door four. He pushed the key into the lock and slowly turned it, along with the knob. Once he opened the door the fox nearly jumped out of his fur. Finnick was right in front of him, standing on a step stool with a wide snarl on his muzzle.

Of course, Nick groaned to himself. He could hear me all the way from the stairs.

"Heya, Finn." Nick said with a bright tone and wide smile.

But the fennec wasn't going for it, instead he began to tap his foot against the stool, reaching eye level with the other fox. "Were you even gonna tell me? So, you were just gonna go about your life and never tell me that you were part of the SWAT."

"Finnick, no. I'm not part of the SWAT. They just needed an officer," Nick pleaded.

"You couldn't call and let me know? You couldn't text? Look, Nick…I know you got a good thing going on, working for the fuzz and all. But being an officer and being on the SWAT are two whole separate things. Hell, I never would have known if I wasn't for Miss Floppsy-Foot," Finnick, despite being angry, couldn't help but smile at his own words.

Nick closed his eyes and took another deep breath. "I know and I'm sorry, Finnick. You're right I should have to told you as soon as I found out. I only kept it from you cause I didn't you to worry about me. But that sounds stupid. I won't do something like this again."

Nick's words seemed to be enough to ease the fennec, his ears lowering a bit. "Alright, but I'm still pissed at you."

Hearing those words from Finnick only made Nick laugh. "Hey, it wasn't all bad. While I was out there I made a friend." As if on cue, the wolf came walking up the flight of stairs. Nick made a small motion for him to approach.

Finnick tilted his head in confusion and his eyes widened as the wolf strolled up and stopped right next to Nick.

"Who the hell is this?" Finnick growled.

"This is who I met out on the SWAT. His name is Thomas..or Fangs. He watched my back while I was out there and made sure nothing happened to me." Nick explained.

The wolf stepped forwards and stretched his paw out. "Hey, the name's Thomas. But you can call me Fangs…Like Nick just said," the wolf chuckled. "I was out there with Nick and I made sure no harm came his way."

Nick didn't know what exactly he was expecting from Finnick, but a sudden burst of laughter wasn't it. "You really brought one of your little cop buddies to bail your ass out?"

Nick turned away, avoiding Fangs' gaze. He hated to admit it, but Finnick was right. He was so afraid of what the fennec would say or do that he brought someone else who he just met to bail him out.

"Come on, Finn. I'm really trying here. I know you were really worried about me and I should have to you sooner. Is there anyway you can forgive me?" Nick asked in a dramatic tone of voice, bending on one of his knees for extra flair.

That only made Finnick laugh again. "Alright, alright. Get the hell up, you're giving me contact shame. You made your point."

"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me," Nick smirked, standing up. "Alright, I'll be right back. I'm gonna take Fangs back down to the entrance."

"Well, hurry up. You're gone way too much," Finnick grumbled to himself, climbing down from the stool.

"So that's Finnick. He's…Something else," Fangs chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hehe. You should see him when he's really mad," Nick snickered. He lead the wolf back into the lobby and walked alongside him until they reached his car. Fangs soon climbed in his car and was off.

Upon returning to their apartment Nick found Finnick trying to reach a magazine that he left on top of the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Nick. I can't reach this! Stop staring and help me out, damn!" Finnick said with a strained growl.

The red fox had no idea why Finnick couldn't just use the stool he stood on top of earlier but still walked over to the counter and handed the magazine to the smaller fox.

"Thanks, now where did you leave the bud?" Finnick asked.

"Uh, check the bedroom." Nick thought aloud. "Should be in the left bottom drawer."

Finnick went into the small room and opened the drawer Nick said and sure enough there was the small bag containing the dried plant.

"We're gonna need more soon," Finnick grumbled to himself, fishing the bag out of the drawer and returning to the living room.

Together the bag of weed and the magazine was thrown on the coffee table. There was only one item left for him to get. "Come on, fuck! I can't shit when I need it!" Finnick yelled while peeling back the couch cushions. Nick was doing his best not to laugh as the lighter, the things Finnick was searching for, was on the table. It was clearly next to the magazine and Nick had no idea how the angry animal could have missed it. He refused to tell Finnick either, just sitting back and enjoying the show.