Author's Note: And we are back. Today we'll get to see the things I promised in the story, and in case I don't post tomorrow, Happy Independence Day (I'm American, so yes, I do care). It's a little redundant but you all know about copyright and it's rated M because of reasons all my seasoned readers know. For a little extra fun, I've always been a fan of the Ass-Kicking Christmas trope, so this story is going to take place around the Christmas holidays, as I haven't done it before.
Chapter Two: The Wrong Paw
Savannah Central
Skye Frost, the young arctic fox vixen finally got her dream job, ZPD Officer. It would be exactly one day before she started and it seemed that she wasn't disappointed when she met her hero. But first she decided to took to get more household essentials for her new apartment, as her parents weren't exactly on board with their baby girl out in the big city doing a dangerous job surrounded by some very testosterone high specimens. But SKye was certain that all her preconceived knowledge and training at the academy would work wonders for her on the streets, and her good looks would help with the guys.
It was close to Christmas at that point, so Central was relatively cooler than it was the rest of the year, with most mammals wearing at the very least, sweatshirts and hoodies. Quite a few mammals from tropical climates were dressed in layers. But it only being forty six degrees and her ancestors hailing from the Arctic Circle, Skye wore a light blue tank top to match her eyes and a white miniskirt.
Just as she finished looking at getting a recliner for her modest new apartment, she noticed a traffic cop standing next to her beat up, hand-me-down gray Pawnda. He was a fox, most likely, with bright red fur and the overall framework similar to her. But he also had rather large feet, longer ears and a shorter tail. The cop was also smoking a cigarette while ticketing her car, a blatant violation of department regulations.
"Excuse me, Officer," said Skye trying her damndest to sound polite as he approached the officer ticketing her car.
"Fuck off," replied the officer, not even bothering to look back, "I have a job to do."
"You do realize that smoking on duty is against department regulations," said Skye, "right?"
"What do you care," he said, still not turning around as he let out a puff of smoke, "are you a lawyer or something, because I hate dealing with greedy assholes like you."
"Actually I'm an officer," replied Skye.
The officer froze for about two seconds, then he threw down his cigarette, smothered it with his foot and turned around to face his accuser. Skye got a good look at him. He had lavender eyes and a slightly rounder snout than most foxes, but still a handsome male. An asshole, but handsome.
"Well hello young lady," said the officer, trying to catch his breath as he was now suddenly a lot more interested in talking to this individual, "did you say you were a cop because I don't recognize you from anywhere."
"You're a male meter-maid," replied Skye, "how would you know any real cops?"
"I've been around them my entire life," replied the officer, "both my parents were on the force. I joined because I didn't know what else to do with my life."
"So you are a real cop," asked Skye.
"Damn straight," replied the officer, "I'm just doing parking duty because my last partner quit after I pranked him with a taser and my boss is sick of my shit. She says this builds character," he continued, "that I should at the very least keep this new partner I'm getting tomorrow."
"Can I at least get your name," asked Skye.
"My name is Screw You," replied the officer.
"I can see why your boss hates you," replied Skye.
"Alright fine," replied the officer, "because you claim you're a cop, I'm guessing a rookie idealist fresh out of the academy with no traumatic life experiences, as well as a fine piece of ass, I'll tell you! It's Nicholas Wilde and no," he paused, "do not ask if I have any famous relatives."
"Nice to meet you too," replied Skye sarcastically, "Nick. Now can you just give me the ticket and let me go."
"Sure, Miss…"
"Frost," replied Skye, "Skylar Frost."
"Well Miss Frost," replied Nick, "I'm sorry we got off on the wrong paw and if we ever see each other again, it will be a better day."
"Let's just hope for door number one," replied Skye as she unlocked her car and left.
"Well good luck not getting killed," quipped Nick loud enough for Skye to hear as she drove off.
(Jingle Bell Rock, Original version)
Skye's Apartment
There wasn't even a cheap tree in her brand new apartment, as Skye was still stuck with the essentials she managed to scrape together. Her parents still had a very hard time letting her go, and it showed with the lack of financial support.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
She looked down at her phone as she sat down on a cardboard box holding her small refrigerator, noticing who was calling her. "Hey dad," she said as she picked it up, "still miss me?"
"Oh good," replied her father, "you're still alive. So how is the big city so far?"
"Absolutely fantastic," she replied, "I got to meet my childhood hero last week and everyone I've met has been so nice that it hurts!"
"You talked to at least one boy, haven't you," said her father, "and he was a total jerk."
"How do you figure these things out," asked Skye.
"I know how my little girl sounds when she's upset," replied her father, "and I've had twenty two years to figure it out."
"This jerk had a weird sense of humor too," said Skye, "he said his name was Nick Wilde and told me to shut up about any famous relatives."
"Maybe you'll like the partner you'll get tomorrow better," replied her father, "hopefully, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but it oughta be a guy. Testosterone is your friend in that line of work."
"I'm sure I can land a boyfriend soon enough," said Skye.
"Very funny," said her father, "but I will drive all the way up there and put a chastity belt on you if that ever happens."
"Love you too dad," said Skye.
"Bye Skylar," replied her father, "don't get into too much trouble."
ZPD Precinct One, the next morning
Skye walked into the building for the first time, filled with awe as she finally achieved her dream job and felt all of the history inside the building overtake her. She couldn't help but stare in amazement.
"Wake up kid," called out the old cheetah sitting behind the desk, "I'm guessing you have somewhere to be."
"Oh," said Skye, who directed her attention to the cheetah, "sorry about that. First day on the job. And I've dreamed about this since I was a kid."
"I remember hearing that one over thirty years ago," replied the cheetah, "I used to be like you too," he continued, "when I was younger, heavier, all bright eyed and bushy tailed."
"What's your name anyways," asked Skye.
"Benjamin Clawhouser," replied the Cheetah, "but you have to call me Lieutenant Clawhouser until you grow up."
"You remind me of the kangaroo that trained me," replied Skye, "but do you have a happy side?"
"At this point," said Clawhouser, "even after I lost all that weight because I got tired of being called a fat fuck by literally everyone and didn't want to die of heart disease before I turned forty, only for one of my best friends to die horribly and all my other friends had their lives go downhill because of it that sometimes life just fucks you over big time and drops you like a sack of shit and dead fish. Sorry I didn't try cocaine to perk up but that's just life."
Clawhouser started to cry a little bit. "I'm just going to find the bullpen then," said Skye as she let herself out.
"Oh, right down the hall," said Clawhouser who suddenly perked up.
"Are you okay," asked Skye.
"Just fine," said Clawhouser, "I'm sorry you had to see that and it's best that you get going now before you see anymore of it."
Skye walked down the hall until she got to the bullpen. She entered the room, which was filled with animals of all shapes and sizes, including the jerk from yesterday who was sitting directly across the room from where she was standing, sipping coffee.
I'm not sitting there, thought Skye as she snuck to the furthest seat in the back, winding up next to a zebra.
"Hi," she introduced herself, "I'm Skye Frost. What's your name?"
"Well," said the zebra, "I'm Marty Pacer. I've been here for four years."
"So what's the story of the weird looking fox," asked Skye, "I made the mistake of meeting him yesterday."
"Wilde," replied Pacer, "his mom's our boss and his dad died years ago. Six years on the force and he still has a bad attitude. I feel sorry for the poor asshole that gets to be his next partner."
"Attention," called out a lion officer as the door swung open, "Chief on Deck!" The whole room snapped to attention as Chief Hopps entered the room and climbed up the podium.
"Alright everyone," said Hopps, "today we have some fresh recruits. Aside from all of the chaos in the stores and holiday burglaries, this day will most likely be uneventful. The most pressing matter will be assigning everyone a new partner. We'll start," she continued, "with Wilde, my problem child. You're being assigned to Officer Frost. Run this one off and I will personally take your badge and smelt it down with the next shipment of contraband weapons," she directed her attention to Wilde, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeah mom," replied Nick sarcastically, "I'll do whatever the hell you want."
"You better," replied Hopps, "because I'm sick of your garbage. And call me Chief or Ma'am while on duty. We've been talking about this for six years. Frost," she directed her attention to Skye, "get up here."
Skye sighed and walked to the front of the room. Not even an hour in and her worst nightmare came true.
"So you think I'll behave if you set me up with my own kind," said Nick, "real fucking smooth you old hag."
Smack!
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," said Hopps, "and we are not going to talk about what counts as your kind today, preferably ever. You're driving me to drink with this attitude."
"Do I have to have this guy as my partner," asked Skye.
"Yes," replied Hopps, "someone has to take him and I think you can whip him into shape. At the very least make him a cop that respects authority."
"I can hear you mom," said Nick.
"Shut up Junior," said Hopps, "I did not give birth to you so you could treat me like shit as an adult."
"Wait," asked Skye, "are you two related?"
"Everyone figures it out eventually," groaned Nick.
"Yes," replied Hopps, "his name is Nicholas Piberius Wilde Junior and he is my biological son. We can continue this conversation in my office. Now sit down and shut up so I can get the rest of my job done."
Author's Note: So I know Nick Jr. isn't exactly likeable right now, but he'll get better. Hopefully you will all be looking forward to my next chapter. Happy Fourth and America Fuck Yeah!