She's late.

6:32.

Two minutes late.

Two minutes too long.

Something to know about me; I am an incredibly ritualistic fox. Some would say borderline obsessive.

The only living soul who knows of my strange nature is Finnick. I don't really speak to anyone else other than him. Something most understand is that the circle of friends one has from their schooling days to their adult years.

But if you had met me, you'd know that I never really had many friends as I grew up. There was never any real need for them. They just seemed like a nuisance.

Finnick knew this, & never pushed me in any particular direction. He had as much a hand in raising me as my father did. The Fennec was as clever as he was diminutive.

Of course, he'd try to castrate me if ever he caught wind of me saying that. The key word being try.

Not a single creature had gotten the upper hand on me for as long as I lived, & I'm not going to let something as small as a friendship be the catalyst to my demise. No sir.

Which brings me to my current situation. The situation which baffled me. The situation, which very much confused me:

This rabbit had stirred a reaction out of me. A most impressive feat, I must say. Especially with the very little effort that was used to gauge such a reaction.

Scary to think what this could mean to me in the future; my entire sense of self could be destroyed, both figuratively & literally, considering the number of secrets I hold near & dear.

Yes… she seemed like a loose end. A spanner in the works… & other such metaphors to tickle your literary senses.

But quite frankly… I very much wanted to see what more this rabbit had to offer.

She was new; interesting, to put it bluntly. And I must say: drop-dead gorgeous.

And she even found my number by herself! I never took her for the type to go against the law just to scope out some random fox's phone number. Quite interesting indeed.

I must know more about her.

Which brings me to my current predicament. Covered in bandages & standing with my single crutch; in a paw with two missing claws pulled ever so painfully from.

Needless to say, I was getting very antsy & annoyed. I honestly had never been on a proper date before. I can count the number of mammals I've been with on my paws, & the amount I've slept with on a single paw.

This isn't to say I dislike sex. I very much like sex. Sex is a lot of fun.

But I can't help but feel disappointed once I've… finished, to put it bluntly. Mostly with the choice of partner. I have no connection to them, so why had I chosen to expose myself to them? My genitals are not a playground for you harlots.

I tried different species, only one of which, though, not being a canid. That was an interesting night.

But suffice to say, I've never been with a rabbit before, sexual or otherwise. What would it be like? They'd be a hell of a lot smaller, that's for sure.

I suppose sex, to me, is like my private life. To fully enjoy it, I must find a partner I deem worthy, & we dance our duet until the sun rises. We sway, & dip, & chop, & slice…

I may have gotten a bit off topic, but the point is, I've never experienced intimacy with anyone truly exceptional. Although, that's not hard to believe considering my disregard for other mammal's lives, but it still rings true.

'Cheese & rice, Nick? What in the Lord's name happened to you?'

Well at least I don't have to worry about making a bad impression. Especially when said impression has already been made. Life's funny that way.

Smiles are abounded when Judy sits with me, mostly with me of course. I can hardly manage three & a half smiles out of the poor girl. She seems pretty depressed if my perception isn't off.

'They fired me Nick…'

Sweet bumbling Jesus, I didn't expect them to go that far. All because of Otterton?

Fuck.

Fuck!

Stupid asshole Bogo. Stupid bastard long horned fuck.

He'll get what's coming to him.

I'll make sure of it.

'I hadn't even been there for a month, & they fired me—' sob.

Oh, the joy of having a probation period. She could have gotten fired for looking the wrong way, let alone not completing a case in two days.

Not even I struggled that much with jobs in my years; although it does help to have a brother to help you throughout the ranks; a half-brother he may be, despite the obvious severe height difference.

You'd be surprised what dad taught us in place of baseball. Lockpicking & hiding evidence comes with the turf of having a father in & out of prison.

Probably part the reason 'Wilde & Sons' never took off. Finnick was the tailor out of the two of us anyway.

'It's just… I've worked so… fucking hard for this. It's all I've known for sixteen years.'

She's so pretty when she cries. It's like diamonds reflecting all the pretty shades of her fur. The only downside is that seeing her down really pisses me off.

But I can't imagine what she's going through. I really can't. Just the idea of the thing you've most treasured; the thing you feel you were fucking built to do.

The reason for your entire existence; gone. In the blink of an eye.

I was probably 7 or 8 when I killed my first bird. And ever since then, the count has just increased.

I wouldn't thrive in a prison environment. Actually, I'd be lucky if I wasn't euthanized out of principle.

'I mean, it's not like you can't apply your talents anywhere else?'

She swirls her little Carrot Cocktail, before taking a sad sip, 'What do you mean, Nick?'

'Well… have you thought about the Private Sector?'

Her baffled reaction is not one I was expecting.

'N-NICK? Th-that's a HORRIBLE thing to say!'

'What?' That's sort of a strange reaction to a… wait. Oh…

'Judith… I meant Private Eye work…' It's easy to assume with Rabbits, isn't it? Eyes are always on the quickest way of procreation.

Rabbits are strange creatures.

'I mean technically, if you were to become one, you could continue your work on your current case. Or even some other cases you feel need some looking into!'

I sound way too excited about this for someone who could at some point be incriminated at some point by said Rabbit investigator. Although the fact she's a rabbit could be advantageous to myself. Very advantageous. Also, it may be beneficial of me if I were to be close to someone with a knowledge in investigation. A very skilled detective as well, if my prior interactions with her are anything to be wary of.

Yes… it will do me good to have her within arm's reach, not to mention I could be able to direct this small rabbit in a… let's call it correct direction, should she find herself drawing ever closer to this shark of a man that be me.

This girl swims with sharks that circle the pond she so desperately threw herself into. It may be in my best interest to keep this little fish alive before I'm swiftly taken off my current course.

After all, have work to do. So much work indeed…

So much blood to shed. Other than my most recent episode, blood still sets my teeth on edge; for better or for worse.

'Well… I have heard that they have the same sort of training; in fact, most private investigators were former officers! Nick, you're a genius!' She near jumps over the table in attempt to embrace me, something I never would have thought plausible from the uptight, absconded Rabbit to do in at least two months after starting a relationship, if Finnick's various partners of shapes & sizes are to be considered evidence of the mammalian desire to partner.

I'm not sure whether to believe or not of this evidence, but considering it as the only one I have, I've no choice but to believe.

I suppose gentle semi-rejection would be the correct reaction she would respect.

'Hey, hey! Carrots, you've got to buy me dinner first!' we laugh, her with an aura of awkwardness as she pulls away., & I with merry… or at least the closest to merry as I can present.

'Well…' she blushes, a slight tinge of pink showing below her gorgeous grey fur, 'I suppose the least I could do is get you another drink or two…' she smiles shyly. I believe this is what the locals call "flirting".

'Well… if you're buying…' I smirk softly at my rabbit companion, 'I take a double shot whiskey & cola,' she aptly smiles back, one of the widest I've seen on the girl… I like it a lot.

Yes… I think I'm going to like this "flirting".

I'm going to like it a lot.

'So Nick,' the bun begins, her voice dripping with honey & beauty beyond compare of the closest kind. 'what is up with that little fox friend of yours?' she adds cutely; I'm sure she'd punch me if she were to hear such words stream from my consciousness… although considering facts, she'd surely cut off my head knowing of what I had done to our late friend of a friend, dear Emmitt Otterton.

I open with a laugh… how did I meet the Fennec Fox so foul?

I decided to separate the part of the story of where my father's promiscuous nature earnt him a son out of partnership with an Israeli Fennec, & his lack of generosity & compassion led him to be unknowing of my brother until very late into her life. Much too late.

'Who's this dork?' I can remember the voice, so easily, so fresh. He hated me to begin with. He didn't want anything to do with me.

'This is your little brother Finn,' his grandfather was a nice enough Fox, it was certainly strange seeing such a small fox next to a much younger, & yet equally as small.

I was below five at the time, & to this day I've still not seen another Fennec in person.

''n' a'm yer faither laddie, sae you'd best be getting used tae us real soon,' he hated the both of us & he hadn't even spent a minute with us yet. I mean, who could blame him? I hated him too. I wasn't having any fucking midget being my big brother. I never had a big brother before, I didn't exactly want one now.

'This is John, Viviane & Nick Heller; they're your family,'

'Actually, Adam, we gang by Wilde thae days. It's flows aff th' tongue more,' it took a moment for either of them to register what dad had said. How was he going to fit into our family if he couldn't even understand what mom & dad were saying; & yet, it's one of the few memories I try desperately to remember when I think of my mother; or my father; or my entire family for that matter.

'Well Hopps, long story short, my brother's mother is different to my mother. Finnick Flavius became Finnick Wilde, & Finnick Wilde became part of my family,' she looked both inebriated & prodding for information, but if I was honest, seven standard drinks is my limit for long winded stories, so I stopped her there.

'Look Carrots, I'd love to delve into the various fights me & my sibling had growing up, & let me tell you, most involved me touching his stuff, or him taking too much of the crackers in the pantry; but these, let me tell you now, are most definitely stories for another day!'

That seemed to shut her up as she happily finished off another blueberry vodka, a bit of information I, pleased as punch, stored away for later use: as I have several wines created from blueberry & other such alcoholic beverages over 100-proof with blueberry flavoring.

She was downing her fourth blueberry vodka like it was goddamn carrot juice. I was liking this bunny more & more as the night went on.

'But tell me Carrots…' I felt myself scoot closer to her in the booth without the permission of the various electrons scanning through my cranium that I like to call my brain, 'Why would an intelligent little thing, such as yourself pick a career as overwhelming & underpaying as police work? I mean someone with your skills & interest in the social issues & criminal mind could have landed you a mighty fine career in the work of a lawyer; or at the very least forensics,'

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, for as soon as I finished my little speech on the interest in her mind, she retreated into herself.

I may have ruined this entire operation for myself.

'Look, Nick… I don't expect for you to understand my motives or anything, but I'm just trying to make the world a better place…' Simple. Effective. Maybe even useful. '…& I don't think being used by the court system to defend guilty criminals until I can walk on my own feet & pick which cases I work on. Besides,' There's that beautiful smile she shows off so effectively. She could pacify anyone with that smile.

Hell, she pacified the most dangerous predator that exists in Zootopia currently.

And that's no easy feat, let me tell you.

'I'm much better suited to physically demanding careers,'

I could make a million & one references to both porn & prostitution. But I won't. Mama Wilde raised me better than that.

'Maybe I'll show you some time,'

'It doesn't matter w-who your parents were Hoppsss, I told you I could d-drink you under the t-table,' Damn right I could drink that rabbit under the table. If I can outdrink Finnick, I can outdrink a Vineyards tender, which, I can most proudly state, that I have done.

No, I didn't kill him. Honest. I just met them through a friend of a friend.

Maybe I should take my dearest Hopping-Mad Rabbit to see his fields someday. Maybe we can even get a property out south ourselves someday. Selling Blueberry Wine.

'N-Nick?' She distracts me from my thoughts. The only thing better than imaginary violet eyes are real violet eyes, 'Nick, it's only 11:30… d-did you wanna take this back to my place? Perhaps? I m-mean I may not have m-much space, but I-I've got more than enough Vodka for two…'

As much as being invited to a lady's house would be an amazing development, I knew exactly where she lived. The Grand Pangolin Arms.

It was an absolute shithole. And considering the small amount of time she'd been present in Zootopia, I severely doubt she has a large enough bed to befit a fox & rabbit duo. Hell, I doubt she'd even be able to fit on her bed by her lonesome.

But images of blueberry wine flood my mind, memories of more bottles of berry bliss than I knew what to do with enter my mind.

It was in that instance that I knew what to do. I knew, exactly what I'd do.

'I-I am obliged to make a c-c-counteroffer Carrots…' she sees my sloppy smirk & her ears prick up to listen to my offer, 'N-now I have way too much blueberry wine than I can drink all by myself; b-but with the b-b-bothh of us—'

'—w-we can make a sizeable dent in your supply!'

'Got it in one, Hopps!'

And in no less than fifteen minutes & one & a half Carrot Daiquiris (Judith decided it would be fair if I tried something with carrot in it, & I will never let her find out that I liked it more than I let on), a medium mammal taxi picked us up…

…And lo & behold, Arnold Warren shows his ugly hare mug, vastly contrasting the domineering beauty that sits next to me.

Even in my drunk state, I remember very clearly what made him a mammal of interest to both the ZPD & my keen eyes.

During my absence from the serial killing game, I have been doing my research. A lot of research.

I have eight mammals I want to hunt as soon as I'm able; this rabbit may not be the highest on my list, but it still makes my lips salivate all the more in earnest & pleading. Pleading to let me rip this man limb from limb.

'Please… don't…' I can hear him squeal, as I separate his toes from his feet, & his feet from his legs, & so on until my little project had relieved us of his presence.

'Where to?' I'm pulled quickly out of my mind & into the now. I'll save you for later Arnold. You will be the first.

Cut off his fucking eyelids!

I pleasantly direct him home. Or at least what was left of it.

But I kept relapsing. I wanted, no… needed his flesh on the end of a blade. I planned on finding the exact knife he used to kill his wife. I wanted him to feel every inch of the blade. Beyond all sense of self, I could feel my primal urges eating away at my very soul. This wasn't anger like I had felt before. This was greed. A selfish desire to fulfil. Everyone has it, but when you give in to this desire as much as I have, coming off that bender would have considerable consequences.

I needed an outlet.

'N-Nick? Are you alr—'

I stop her. I stop her fast. My lips smash into hers faster than I can think. I don't think I'm running on any sort of conscious feeling now. I am operating solely on desire.

This rabbit is mine.

And from the reaction that is her pushing her lips back into mine & pulling me as far as she can into her, I do believe she is reciprocating. This is more the reaction than I was expecting, but it only piles more fuel onto the raging fire that is my soul.

My need.

I can see out of the corner of my eye the disgust that Arnold is emanating. Earlier, I would have stopped due to both the pain in my body & the audience that would judge.

But if this rabbit didn't stop staring, I will fucking embalm him alive.

And I let him know that. Not verbally, I remind you. For my lips are cemented deeply into my darling bunny's, & I believe if I were to verbalize my thoughts, those lips would be forever away from mine.

Let me tell you, that was not going to happen.

But I gave him a look beyond that I could currently not possess. A look that promised pain.

I would kill him; & I feel he understood.

His days were numbered, & I am giving him a limited time to get his affairs in order.

In the meantime, this rabbit was doing just fine at keeping my attention.

The next twelve hours were a complete blur; I still don't know who paid for the cab, or if we even paid at all. I'm quite sure it was the latter.

But let me tell you; that night was complete & utter bliss.

It was a night filled with things we would regret the following morning, I never knew that a rabbits mouth would be able to fit a fox, & I also never knew that she could take me down to my knot.

'Sh-should we drink s-some more?' I heard her saying after the first round.

I responded with a resounding yes.

I felt both out of control & in control that entire night. It was beyond anything I had ever experienced; although, argument could be made that it was the alcohol.

But I wasn't in the mood for arguing. I could guarantee I'd need to change the sheets for the morning to come, but I couldn't give any more of a shit.

I made this rabbit mine. I claimed her. No…

I fucked her. I fucked her brains out. She felt every inch of my knot as I plowed her. I made sure she knew who's she was. I don't know how many times I came, whether it was inside or out. But I can still hear her voice.

'N-Nick… harder…'

Her moans as she came were befitting of an angel. I almost literally felt her body pull me out of the depths of hell that was reality as she rode on top of me.

This is the greatest night of my life

This is the worst day of my life.

As I sit here now, I can feel my reality slip away from me; the hangover, as fierce as its name suggests. If I could kill the creator of Top Hat Blueberry Wine Co. I fucking would.

I mean that's an exaggeration, of course I wouldn't kill them; they're the creator of one of the world's greatest beverages, but I digress.

I ruined everything with Officer Hopps. Well, former Officer Hopps, if my skewed & hazy memory wishes to serve me correctly.

Now, she'll just think of this as a fucking one-night stand, & before you know it, she'll be on the next Train back to Bunnyburrow & this will all be for naught.

I gaze over to the left side of the bed, where she—

Where the hell did she go?

'N-Nick?' Her speech is slurred, but on my brand new found-at-the-dump-by-Finnick shitty couch sits the contemplative look of one Judith Laverne Hopps.

'Are you awake?' I can hear in her voice that she is hungover; but still she gazes over at me with those gorgeous amethyst eyes of hers.

My God, she is beautiful.

'Y-yes…' I'm cautious in my speech. I've never had a one-night stand in my life. HOW THE FUCK DO THESE THINGS GO?

'W-we need to talk…' Here it comes…

Here it fucking comes…

'I want you to know that…' She stands up in confidence, somewhat confusing if she's going to say what I think she is…

'I-I'm not just the kind of girl that just sleeps around!'

What?

'I'm sorry Judith, but… come again?'

'Look!' She's nervous now. And I'm more so just confused, 'I came here because I like you Nick!'

This is good…

No… this is great!

'OH, THANK GOD!'

'W-what?'

'Look Judith' I stand up myself, exposing my unfortunately now uncovered genitals.

And almost falling to the ground due to not having my crutch on hand.

If it wasn't for an also unclothed Judith, I would have been in a more than unfortunate predicament.

Unfortunately now, we are in a sobering environment & we are slowly gaining back our decency.

This day just gets brighter & brighter.

'Look Jud- Carrots…' I begin warmly, 'I wasn't into you just for a quick meet & greet,' I gaze back at my bed, very mangled by the previous nights less than Christian values. 'I want to be in it for as long as I'm able…' I can see quite clearly that she's blushing under that fur of hers; & if I'm honest, it has even more appeal when it's not masked by the aura of alcohol.

It feels more genuine.

And as strange as it sounds, I like genuine; even if I can't produce it myself, I much prefer having the company of those that are genuine.

'I like you too Judy,'

She smiles warmly at me. I can smell Blueberries on her breath from the night before, which only drags my interest in her further.

'So,' she begins, 'Are you free for breakfast?'