Judy clicked on the turn signal as she got ready to leave the expressway.

"What are you doing, Carrots?" Nick asked, suddenly VERY tired. He was slumped against the seat, ear drooping, eyes half closed.

"Why am I so tired?" He asked himself. "I was wide awake a minute ago..."

"If we want to really shake The ZIB, we gotta act like we aren't criminals." Judy replied, talking past the foxes' sudden yawn. As they drove into town, Judy frowned. There was a police road black in the main square.

"Gosh darnit..." Judy said quietly.

"What are we gonna to?"

"Turn left here... I know a place..." Nick slurred, half awake.

"Nick, are you OK?" Judy asked him, again signaling left.

"I'm just... t-tired..." He replied, rubbing his eyes.

"What building am I looking for?" Judy asked.

"Ah... The Dogs' Dive..." Nick mumbled.

"A bar, Nick?" Judy asked in disapproval.

"Bar... and hotel." Nick corrected. "Fugitives get a 70% discount."

He laughed and winked at her. Judy giggled nervously, but wondered if he was actually joking. She saw the bar just ahead. It was in a very poor state. The whole building was rotting and falling off. She could smell the rank alcohol from here, trying not to gag. The sign was faded, the once bright red paint that spelled out the bars name now peeling off. As she pulled into the parking lot she hears singing coming from the bar. In a language she didn't recognize.

"Hahaha..." Nick chuckled. "My ol' stomping grounds."

Nick laughed, but he noticed Judy's nervousness, and sobered up.

"Carrots..." He said, touching her paw.

"I wouldn't lead you here if I didn't KNOW we would both be safe here. Everyone here is cool, they'll love ya! I swear."

He brought her paw up to his muzzle, kissing it.

Judy blushed. He knew how to play her emotions. He knew not to misuse that either.

"Alright Nick... I-I believe you..." She pulled away and they got out of the truck.

Judy gasped. They weren't even in the bar, but the scent of fox nearly knocked her over.

"N-N-Nick!" She stuttered. "Th-this is an ALL FOX bar?!"

Nick rushed to her side. "Can you take it?" He but a paw on her back.

"Y-yes. I can take it." She gasped. She gently pushed him away. As they headed to the bar, she failed to notice that Nick had taken a VERY protective stance next to her. They stopped at the entrance.

"Ready, Hoops?" Nick asked, ready to open the door.

"Sure thing, Wilde." She replied shakily.

With a nod, he opened the door.

The customers in the bar feel silent, turning as Nick and Judy walked in. There were all types of foxes; Black, white, spotted, clean, dirty, young, old, innocent, mischievous, you name it. Oddly enough, no FEMALE foxes were anywhere to be seen. The various foxes studied the duo intently, sizing them up. Judy withered under all the glares.

"Are all the foxes in Zootopia in here or something?" She thought desperately. She wished like heck that wouldn't stare at her like that.

Nick felt her nervousness and was about to say something when a low voice boomed:

"Blow me, If it isn't Nicholas Wilde!" A large black fox with scars across his muzzle stood. He towered over everyone by at least 2 feet. He was wearing a trench-coat, which seemed odd to Judy, and she couldn't help but notice his prosthetic footpaw.

Nick smirked. "If it isn't my old pal Scourge." He winked and pulled a card out, flipping it towards the scary looking fellow. The card was an ace of spades.

Scourge let out a hearty laugh, but no one joined in. He stopped and glared at the other foxes. Judy noticed one of the scars ran under his left eye, which was clouded and grey, his other eye an icy blue. Some of the other foxes chuckled halfheartedly, and everyone went back to their business. The two foxes met halfway; Nick half-dragging Judy along, Scourge shoving others out of his way. Scourge and Nick grabbed each other in a big hug.

"Nick, my friend!" Scourge chuckled. "It's been to long!"

Judy gulped as Scourges' single eye studied her.

"Scourge, you sly dog, you're still alive?" Nick laughed.

The two of them studied each other... silent... intelligent...

"Who's your friend?" Scourge asked.

"Well..." Nick started. He knew he had to place his words carefully. Cops aren't exactly... appreciated around here... "This, my friend, is Judy Hopps."

The bar feel silent, a deadly tension thickening the air.

Scourge laughed, starting to growl lowly. "Judy Hopps. The police officer? The most valuable asset of the Zootopia Police Department. A BUNNY. And you brought her to an all fox bar?"

"Now, now-" Nick started, but he was interrupted.

"Hey! Scourge! The reader says somet'in about ole Nick bein' a copper too!" This fox had a more cultured accent. He threw a newspaper at Scourge.

He caught it and looked at it, his eyes full of betrayal. "Nicholas Wilde, Zootopia's first FOX police officer."

A barrage of grumbles were directed towards Nick and Judy.

"Gentlemen!" Judy laughed nervously. "I'm sure there's a solution to our-"

"Shut it, shorty!" "Buzz off, bunny!" "Carrot farmer!" "A flipping bunny." "I eat bunnies for breakfast."

Judy shrank back from the insults thrown at her. Nick growled loudly.

"Get out of here! Both of you!" "Stupid little rabbit!" "We might just have to eat you!" "Oh! I've not tasted rabbit before...!" The foxes stood, glaring at Nick and Judy.

"Your friend Nick can't help you here." "We'll kill 'em" "We'll kill you too." "Oh! We could have SO much fun with this."

"gENTLEMEN, IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE." Nick stated, practically grabbing the paralysed Judy. "But I'm afraid we must bid you ADIEU." He turned to leave, choking when he saw he was blocked off.

"We know she's your mate, Nick." "We're going to tie you up..." "And make you watch us to things to her." "And then we'll slit both your throats!"

Some off the foxes started laughing maniacally as they surrounded the two. Judy was in a state of terrified shock, and we was trying to pull herself into reality. Nick desperately grabbed something in his pocket.

Three shots suddenly rang out.

(Shout out to JarvisTardis, A-Rocks, LJ-123, and KillerPanda188 for submitting ideas)

One fox lays unconscious on the ground, two bullet holes in his chest. A second swears furiously and dances about in pain, gripping his shoulder. Everyone turned to see who the shooter was. It was the bartender, merely a teenage boy. The .45 trembling violently in his paw.

"I'll have none of that in my father's establishment, or my name isn't Joseph Silverfur!" His voice shook with rage. "None of it! Go! Get out! Now! Ubiraysya otsyuda pryamo seychas!" The fox fired another shot into the air, this one startling Judy out of her comatose state.

Nick couldn't understand what the boy had said at the end. "That language..." He thought. "Where have I heard it..."

Judy clung to Nick, thoroughly ashamed, as the other foxes filed out of the bar, all the while jeering at her.

"What happened to me?" She questioned. "That I became such a coward?"

"I can't thank you enough for-" Nick started thanking Joseph, but was interrupted.

"Yea, you certainly can not, glupyy!" The boy raged. "Thanks to you I had to scare all my customers away." He noticed the body on the floor. "And I've killed a man too, just chertovski zdorovo!"

Judy, despite everything, still saw herself as a police officer. She had to help the injured fox however she could. She went over and got on her knees, checking his pulse.

"He's alive." Judy said.

Joseph turned. "I still have to call an ambulance."

Judy nodded, and she took the foxes shirt off, hoping that the wounds wouldn't be too terrible. To her shock, as she pulled the shirt off, she saw-

"A bulletproof vest, huh?" Nick said, walking over. "This guy came prepared for something."

"Yea." Judy replied. "Bit if he's wearing a bulletproof vest, then why would he be-"

The thought to be unconscious fox suddenly lunged at Judy, grabbing for her throat. Judy barely managed to grab his wrists, wrestling for control. Nick stumbled back, again grabbing for something in his pocket, but again, Joseph intervened. He shot the fox again, this time in the head. The fox slumped over onto Judy, who jumped up.

"You didn't need to kill him!" She gasped. "I had the situation under control!"

"Not true. He was easily going to overpower you. And I'm unsure your partner would have helped you." Joseph said.

"That is untrue! I was moments away from jumping to her assistance!" Nick defended himself.

"Uh-huh." The boy replied, but muttered under his breath. "Tupoy lis."

"Hey, um... Mr. Silverfur..." Judy asked. "After all this, would it be too much to ask for a room?"

Joseph laughed. "I know you two are fugitives. And in any other situation I would have said yes. But the ZIB? net, I can't have them crawling around here!"

"I understand." Nick said, grabbing Judy's paw. "Do you at least have a back exit?"

Joseph pointed them towards the back. Nick nodded and headed that way, Judy following.

"Nick, where to know?" Judy asked him.

"Well, we can go to my OLD house..." He replied. "I don't think the ZIB will know about it. I know Finnick and Weaselton may be waiting for us there."

"You think they escaped the ZIB?"

"I dunno..." Nick shivered. "But we've got a long walk."

Judy frowned. "Which district is it in?"

"Outside the city limits." Nick replied.

Judy nodded. "Oh... I thought you lived in Zootopia all your life."

"No." Nick said. "When I was a teen I ran away from home... came here... look, let's not talk about it."

Judy nodded again. They did have a long way to go. Especially if they were going to dodge the ZIB and ZPD.