Sylvia's POV

After managing to escape the police; Finnick gave Sylvia directions to his garage, where they swapped out her motorcycle for his van.

"Are you sure no one will steal the motorcycle?" She asked worriedly.

"Ms. Wilde, for the tenth time, no one will be able to steal your motorcycle while it's locked in my garage!" Finnick growled angrily in response.

"Sorry, sorry!.." Sylvia quickly apologized. "F-finnick, where are we going?"

"I'm heading towards on of Nick and I's hideouts. It's such a corrupt neighborhood that the ZPD can't even send officers here." He laughed, wheezing a bit.

"That sounds... dangerous." She said quietly.

Finnick got very serious. "Sylvia. Nick and I used to talk about what would happen if he disappeared one day... He made me promise to go find you, and tell you everything he's ever done since the day he ran off. He made me promise to protect you."

Sylvia smiled, starting to tear up a bit.

"And since Nick is gone... indefinitely... I'll be there to protect you until he comes back. Not that you can't defend yourself. Nick made me promise."

"Oh Finnick!" She was crying. "I thought he didn't care about me!"

"Of course he does. He couldn't stop yapping about you sometimes!" Finnick grinned at her.

Sylvia looked out the window. "Looks like we're at the hideout."

"What makes you think that?" Finnick asked.

"Those mammals are smoking weed over there." Sylvia turned her head away. "I'm so glad I made Nick's father stop before we had Nick."

Finnick grunted. "Well, keep your head down, don't make any eye contact, and no matter what you hear leave the talking to me."

"And why should I?" Sylvia demanded. "It's the only way you'll survive out here, Sylvia. These guys would tear you apart as soon as you stepped out of the van if I wasn't here."

Sylvia gulped and meekly held her head low.

Finnick pulled into a driveway and stopped. "Wait here." He told her, jumping out. After a few secs, the passenger door was opened, and she saw Finnick holding out his paw. "Come on."

Sylvia took his paw and and let him help her out.

"Now, just look down and be quiet tell we get to my house." Finnick whispered in her ear.

Nodding silently, Sylvia let Finnick lead her into his house, surprisingly with no trouble at all.

Jacks' POV

Jack's phone started to ring, to ring that annoying little tune he had set for an annoying little news reporter. With a sigh, he answered it. "Ms. Steppefurd, you'd better be dying."

"Mr. Savage, I have sources saying that Wilde and Hopps have been taken hostage by the White Rose Gan-"

"I can not confirm of deny that." Jack interrupted her. "I will have to bid you good day."

He hung up on her before she could say anything else. He suspected there was someone who worked with the media that was also within the police force. That wasn't possible. His phone started to ring again. He answered with a huff.

"Steppefurd, I told you not to call unless you're in trouble!"

"Well, I'll be sure to relay that to her." Jack recognized the voice of Chief Bogo.

"Sorry Chief, what did you need?" He asked in a more... relaxed tone.

"This case is ruining the ZPD's reputation every time Hopps and Wilde escape from you. If I had them here I would strangle them. But that's beside the point. Hopps is one of my most elite officers, and Wilde isn't far behind them. I don't care what they've done, I need them back on the force. If you manage to grab them, I need any charges against them to go away. Remember you owe me one."

"Chief Bogo!" Jack spluttered. "Well... f*ck... Alright. I'll see what I can do."

"Good man. Now go find my officers." Bogo hung up.

"F*cking..." Jack cursed. His phone rang for yet a third time.

"WHAT IS IT?!" Jack exclaimed furiously.

"Jack, Oooooh Jack Savage~" Skye's voice was almost poisonous. He didn't like it.

"You've just made the biggest mistake of your distinguished career."

"And what, pray tell, was that?" He asked thinly.

"You put me on hold instead of hanging up. I have your entire conversation with Chief Bogo on record."

"How much money do you want?" Jack flatly asked.

"Oh, I don't want money~" She giggled.

"Then what? What do you want?" He demanded.

"I want you to go out on a date with me: At The Oak, 10:00 P.M., Saturday."

"The OAK?!" He gasped. "Do you know how expensive that place is?! How hard it is to get a reservation-"

"Contacting Zootopia News Network" Skye replied in a singsong voice.

"Fine, Fine! You've got yourself a date."

Judy's POV

As soon as they had left the higway, Judy tried to attack Valentino. That was a mistake. She was quickly knocked out.

When she came to her senses, she saw herself in a darkened room. She realized the clothes she were wearing were not her own. Gone were the civilian clothes, and in their places a sparkling green dress.

She blushed in shame at the thought of some random animal undressing and dressing her up like some doll. Judy heard a door open and looked around.

"Who's there?!" She called out.

A deep chuckle filled the room, echoing across the walls.

"Show yourself!" Judy looked around. "Coward!"

The laughing stopped.

"Judith Laverne Hopps." A silky smooth voice proclaimed. "The face of Zootopia's Police Department."

"To Judy's surprise an otter stepped out of the shadows, setting at the table with the spaghetti on it.

"Who are you?!" Judy demanded. "Where is my partner.

The otter chuckled. "I... am 'Boss Nickolay' as my lackey like to call me. Please, call me George."

"Where is my PARTNER, George?!" Judy demanded again.

"Sit, eat!" George motioned to the food and table. "We will discuss the sneaky Mr. Wilde over this lovely dinner."

Judy glared at him, before sitting at the table and starting to eat.

"Yes, eat well, you must be hungry." George smiled.

Judy's face paled when she saw George had not eaten. She quickly spit it out, but already her eyes were drooping, her body swayed, and as she blacked out she saw George's grim smile.