Jack stared in the mirror as he finished tying the bow around his neck. His fur was cleanly brushed and his usual business suit was replaced with clean slacks and a tuxedo. He looked to the side as soon as Foxy came out of the bathroom and any composure he had went flying out the window.

Foxy was wearing a dress he had helped her get from a tailor he knew downtown. The dress was black and covered in glitter and made a nice contrast to her russet color and green eyes. She had on a clip of a black gemstone flower clipped on her ear and black flats covered her feet. Her fur was combed perfectly and reflected light making her look like she was glowing. She looked up and smiled. "What?"

"Um, nice dress."

"Well thank you, but you don't look so bad yourself." Foxy walked closer and put two fingers on her chin. Jack could then see her cheeks had just a slight dusting of cosmetic blush. "You could use one more thing." Foxy then walked to the flower box she'd hung out a window and picked a perfect red rose. After cutting off the thorns with a pair of scissors, she put it in Jack's breast pocket. "Perfect. Let's go! I'm so excited!" Jack smiled down at the rose before he followed her to his car.

The ride to town was a reminder of how to act at a formal party and a call to Judy and Nick on where she was going, After Jacks disappearance, the two cops weren't taking any chances with her.

The ballroom had a gold theme. Tables covered in clean white tablecloths were scattered around the room, some with mammals already sitting there and chatting. A huge chandelier hung from a circle of higher ceiling covered in crystals over a crowd of mammals happily dancing to slow string music played by a string quartet on a stage. "Wow." Foxy whispered. "Are the parties always this nice?"

"This one, yes." Jack said. "I wouldn't go to any of the other ones. They usually involve heavy metal and games to see who can get drunk and sick the fastest. There's a reason I don't drink."

"I think I like this better anyways." About halfway through the night, Foxy was sitting at a table listening to stories of missions some of her fellow agents went on and laughing at Zac, who was an agent but mostly just worked as Jack's secretary, when Doggard walked up to her. Gregory Doggard was at the 'top of the totem pole' when it came to the GSD and everyone knew to stay clear of him if necessary, but it was obvious he'd had his eye on the tiny fox from day one, though no one was sure why. To be honest, he kind of scared her.

"Well, if it isn't our newest recruit, Special Agent Foxy Wilde."

"Just Foxy is fine, sir." Foxy mumbled and was quickly cut off by Jack doubling over and coughing after Zac convinced him into thinking the Pina Coladas were non-alcoholic.

"Well, would you like to dance?"

"I, um, really don't know how."

"No worries there. I can teach you." Foxy was pulled to the dance floor. It wasn't long before she was waltzing and enjoying herself. "So, how is it living with Jack?" Foxy froze. It was no secret Doggard didn't like Jack. Most thought that was because he knew Jack was a better Agent than he was. The only reason Jack wasn't sitting in his seat was because he was hired first.

"I like living with Jack, he's not a bad roommate. Besides, I know I'm always safe. Maybe not him based on last week, but I'm safe."

"So you have no complaints?"

"Nope, none."

"Let me ask you something. What would you look for in a male?"

"Well, species doesn't really matter to me. I mean, I would accept a nice fox, but I'm just as comfortable without one. Really, all I need is a man who is faithful, kind, understanding. Someone I can care about and someone I know cares about me in return."

"What if I told you, you just described me?" Foxy lost her words. "I'll tell you what I look for. I like kind shy girls. Someone who is always ready to follow orders, do what they're told. Someone who's a little...edgy."

"Oh, I'm not edgy at all." Foxy said. "It's just the dress..."

"I disagree." Doggard said, sliding his paw that was resting on her hip up and down her side, then snaking his arm around Foxy's back and pulling her closer. "I think you're very edgy." Foxy wasn't sure what was happening, but the band and the tapping of everyone else's feet on the dance floor were becoming distant. Her head was getting heavy and the only thing keeping her standing was her proximity to Doggard. "What would you say to coming home with me? I promise I can make you feel like a princess."

"N-nuh. Jack...woudn...lik...thaa..."

"Don't worry about Jack. He can't treat you as well as I can. Let me tell you, I know him better than he knows himself. He's nice for about a week, then he turns. He gets mean, easily angry, he throws things at girls, yells at them, he's impossible to please."

"No...lyiiingggg..."

"I wouldn't lie to someone pretty as you." The rest of the room was non-existent. All Foxy could focus on was Doggard. The rest of the room was a mist and the music was gone. She was dancing through a cloud, the arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright. She whined wanting to get away, but she couldn't find the strength to fight and for some weird reason, she wanted to do what Doggard said. She wanted him to take her home. Her rational mind told her she belonged to Jack, but that voice was getting weaker and weaker. "Say it, you want me to take you home."

"Get away from her!" Foxy felt her shoulders get grabbed and pulled away. She almost fell, but more arms caught her and lifted her up bridal style. The new voice was comforting. Foxy closed her eyes and snuggled closer to whoever's arms she was in.

The voice spoke again, but she realized it didn't come from the person holding her. "How dare you! I've watched her break bones and dodge bullets to put money in your pocket and you repay her by drugging her and trying to drag her home with you? What the heck is wrong with you?"

The shouting blended in with the rest of the sound that disappeared. Foxy tried to stay awake to hear more of the voice, but darkness pulled her under.

Foxy woke up the next day in her bed wearing her softest pajamas with Jack's head resting in her lap. He was fast asleep, still in his tux and it looked like he hadn't slept much. "Jack?"

Jack's eyes snapped open and he sat up. "You're awake already? How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy." Foxy tried, to sit up, but Jack's paw pushed her back down. "Stay. Sitting will just make it worse. Jack picked up her head and pushed a straw into her mouth. "Water." Foxy drank a few sips, then laid back down. "Doggard was testing a new drug. It was only supposed to work on foxes and he cares too much about Skye to use it on her. He told me he was sorry and gave us the rest of the week off."

"He said you would get mean. He said he wanted to take me home."

"He's had the hots for you since day one." Jack said. "The purpose of that drug was to make the victim believe everything and do everything the person administering the drug said. Zac filed a restraining order between you and him and mark my words, he's never going to touch you again."

"I hope not." Foxy whispered, then laughed a little. "How's that for my first party?"

"Not as bad as Russia."

"True." Foxy said remembering how the Russian princess was ogling Jack the whole time they were there. "Get some sleep, I'll make some soup."

Foxy turned over and closed her eyes. She wasn't sure she liked parties.

Supposedly Gregory Doggard is the director of the Global Security Department. I've also heard it was a mouse, I have no idea which, but he's not mine. Jack, Skye, and Zac Goldenwheat are all part of the Savage seas Universe and, just so we're clear, Zac was the one carrying Foxy because Jack is just too small. Even though she's tiny, she's about as tall as Jack counting his ears, just for clarification.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about with Jack's disappearance, you should read my previous story, called 'Okay. I promise.' Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!

It's called a hustle, Sweetheart.