Not the clever detective his brother was turning into, Alex still had his suspicions about who may have set him up. At present though, he watched his lovely wife smile brightly for the cameras. Her beautiful, lithe figure teasing the eyes of those who would see the images later. Were there other girls modelling as well, sure, but to Alex none could match her radiance. The two shared a sweet but brief kiss after the photoshoot. As they turned to walk away from the photoshoot, Alex pretended not to notice a bobcat cameraman watching them.

The photoshoot was over for the day and the boardwalk the on-site photoshoot took place on was still nearly empty. While Alex was lost in thoughts, Lucielle decided to take the initiative and lead him to a small cafe one of the other models recommended. They sat down to eat and Alex hardly noticed, even when he was ordering what he would have. It stayed like this, awkward silence, until Lucielle finally had enough of her husband's silence. She cleared her throat loudly enough for the next three tables over to hear, thankfully no one else was present.

"Huh? Oh sorry sweetheart. I just keep going over that case in my head," he stated.

"Alexander! It has already been a veek! It is time to move on! I feel as zhough you vere taken avay from me wizh zhe vay you have been acting lately… I miss my husband," she replied.

"I'm sorry, mon ange," he sighed.

"You must tell me vhat is bozhering you so much!" she insisted.

"Alright, but not here. We'll talk about it at home," he replied.

The look on her face was one of intense focus, she wanted to hear an explanation at that very moment but she relented on the matter. Deciding that if he wanted to talk about it at home, it wasn't something they could discuss in public. Upon returning home, she immediately stared him down waiting for his explanation. As per his usual, he took off his coat, tie, and button-up, revealing his cream-colored belly. He sat in his favorite recliner and took a deep sigh.

"Are ve going to talk now?" she asked.

"Oui, sit down, si vous plait," he replied calmly.

She sat in her own recliner and stared intently at him, waiting for him to explain. He seemed just as lost in thought as before. They sat in silence at first but as the mink began to get irritated, her fox began to speak.

"I know I've been distant lately sweetheart, and I'm sorry. The case still bothers me because somewhere out there is someone who killed a friend of mine and tried to set me up to take the fall for it," he explained, "I wish I could just forget the whole thing and go on with my life but as long as that horrible person is out there I don't feel as if either of us can be safe."

A few more tense moments of silence followed before he began to talk again.

"Listen, mon ange, until this whole this is settled maybe it would be best if we-..." he started.

Before he could finish that sentence, she had grabbed his muzzle and forced a kiss on him.

"I married you because I love you! I am not afraid of zhis man, I am afraid of living my life wizhout mi amour!" she argued, "Just zhe two veeks vhere I had to be alone here vere painful enough! I could not imagine being wizhout you for so long…"

Maybe he could've said more but he just held her in his arms and revelled in the warmth of her fur against his.

"Pardonne moi, mon amour. You're right," he whispered.

At roughly the same time, the Foxglove sisters were busy maintaining their spa. They'd been busier than they ever expected this week. Cherry worked hard to maintain the steam rooms and indoor jacuzzis, all the while making sure the customers were happy. Really she wanted to tear away from her job to find her boyfriend but she kept going. Nilla was in the office she shared with her sisters doing the bookkeeping. While Angel sat at the front desk carefully filing the data collected on every client. Angel had always insisted that the girls carefully collect important information on their clients, nothing they weren't supposed to have, but enough to do a background check or file a police report if need be.

The last room for Cherry to check had two clients, two bobcat brothers. As she was about to come into the room, she overheard their discussion.

"I thought you said that you could convict him? How did he get an acquittal?" one asked.

"He had an airtight alibi. There was nothing I could do. Maybe you should have found out what he was doing over the holidays before you tried to frame him," the other pointed out.

"And how do you propose I do that?" the first asked.

"That mink you're obsessed with is his wife and your coworker," the latter answered.

"I know that!" he answered.

"So think about it! You could've asked as a conversation piece. 'What are you doing over the holidays, Lucy?' No one, not even her blasted fox husband would have questioned it. It would've just been written off as casual workplace chatter," the latter growled.

There was more, Cherry was sure of it, but she decided to tell Angel. She closed the door as quickly and quietly as possible and rushed to the front room of the spa building.

"Angel! Angel!" she yelped hurriedly.

Her sister's sudden outburst caused the middle Foxglove sister surprise and she dropped her cup of coffee which not only spilled but the ceramic mug broke with a clashing sound against the linoleum tile beneath her feet.

"Mondays… I hate Mondays…" the older vixen growled and sighed.

"But, today is Thursday," the younger corrected.

"What is it now, Cherry? If you're going to beg me to take over your shift because you wanna' get in a surprise date with Gideon you still owe me for last week," Angel stated.

"No, that's not it!" the younger exclaimed, "We have to call the sheriff!"

That statement exasperated the older fox, she knew her sister, and Cherry was the high-strung type. She could keep a lid on it while working but the youngest Foxglove was a hyperactive ball of energy that longed to be free.

"You're not even touching the phone 'til you tell me what is going on!" Angel grumped.

Hurriedly and with a great deal of panic, Cherry explained the entire situation. To anyone else, it would've sounded like verbal gibberish but being sisters Angel almost instantly understood.

"Why didn't you tell Nilla first?" she asked.

"Because they would have to pass through the reception hall to leave and thus go right past you. And you could ancient art of ass-kick them into submission!" the younger exclaimed.

"It's called Jujutsu and I'm not supposed to use it outside of self-defense…" the older sighed.

"What's going on out here, I can hear you two from the office," Nilla asked.

"Nilla! We have to call the sheriff! Those guys in A113 are talking about how they tried to set up Alex!" Cherry exclaimed.

"Angel, get the security room footage. Cherry, call the sheriff. I'll distract them from leaving and make sure they don't get suspicious," Nilla stated calmly.

"How are you gonna' keep them from getting suspicious?" Cherry asked.

"By doing my best job, silly!" Nilla replied, copying Cherry's voice and mannerisms.

Cherry stared at Nilla as she headed into the hallway, mystified by how well her older sister could imitate her. Within an hour, the sheriff showed up. Angel delivered the video evidence to him but the two had already fled, forgetting that they had given their identification information to the girls for their records. The sheriff for his part realized the severity of this case and rushed to get the information ready to be sent to the Zootopia Police. Finally, Angel decided to call Alex to inform him what they had discovered.

On Alex's end, the married couple sat in his recliner having passed out. Neither even noticed that his phone was going off. The call went to voicemail.

"Pick up! Alex damnit, pick up your damn phone!" Angel's voice growled to no avail.

After a few more attempts, a voice finally picked up on the other end that wasn't Alex's voicemail recording.

"Allo?" the female voice on the other end yawned.

"Lucielle, wake your lazyass husband up! It's urgent!" Angel stated urgently and with a hint of agitation.

"Mon amour," Lucielle stated, gently shaking her fox.

"What is it…?" Alex asked groggily.

"Angel is calling for you," she told him.

"Tell her that if it's not important to call back later…" he yawned.

"It IS important!" Angel practically shouted.

Alex, whether he was simply too groggy to listen or just didn't care at the moment, was preparing to hang up on her when her frustration got the better of her.

"We found the guys who tried to set you up!" she blurted.

That definitely woke him up and got his attention. He shook his head to try to clear the sleep away.

"Coffee, please," he asked Lucielle.

The mink rushed to the kitchen and started readying a pot. She didn't drink coffee very often but she often made coffee for her busy husband. It took a bit but she brought him a fresh mug. As he took a drink he considered what Angel just told him again.

"Say it again, slower. I could swear that you just told me you found the guys who tried to set me up," he repeated, more awake now.

"I did. They were here at our massage parlor, but they skipped out as soon as they figured out that we'd called the cops," Angel replied.

"Angel! You need to be careful! They know where you work and they could try to come after you for calling the cops on them," he advised.

"Don't worry about that. It's handled," she replied.

"That just makes me worry even more," he sighed, before asking, "Did you manage to find out why they were trying to set me up?"

"I dunno' the whole story. According to what I could understand of Cherry's mad rambling, one of them has an obsessive crush on your wife. He was trying to set you up so he could take her and run off with her," Angel replied.

"Why does our family attract such attention?" he asked with a sigh.

"I dunno' something about Wildes brings out the weirdos," she giggled.

"Thank you, Angel…" he growled with an exasperated sigh. "In all seriousness, thank you," he stated, this time honestly.

"Pozhaluysta, tovarich," she replied nonchalantly.

"Uh sure…" he replied, "I don't speak Russian, remember? French, yes, Russian, no."

"It means, 'you're welcome, friend'. Seriously, we've been friends practically our entire lives and you don't even recognize conversational Russian?" she lectured.

"Don't nag me, Angel. I just woke up and I'm still groggy," he stated.

"You really shouldn't sleep in your recliner, either," she continued.

"How did you even know about that?" he asked.

"Irrelevant! Do you want back problems!?" she grumbled.

"I'm hanging up now," he told her.

"Alex-...!" she started.

Click. He hung up the phone. Then turned to the white mink, holding the cup for him. A bright smile on his face.

"Hey sweetheart, how about dinner out tonight?" he offered.

"Oui!" she replied.

"Great! I was thinking since we eat at Deb's place a lot, we'd try something a little less formal. How about we try that Fishkins place Leaf is always on about?" he suggested.

"But I quite enjoy your sister's cooking," she whined playfully.

While at dinner, Nilla texted Alex the pictures of the two bobcats that had set him up. When he showed the image to Lucielle she gasped.

"Zut alors! Zhat man! He is one of zhe photographers I vork vizh!" she exclaimed.

"Angel did tell me that one of the guys who tried to set me up had an obsessive crush on you and was trying to put me away so he could run off with you," Alex explained.

"Quel homme horrible," she replied with disgust.

"Je suis complètement d'accord," he laughed.

"Zis is not a laughing matter!" she replied.

"Mon ange, you were getting onto me earlier today about worrying about this too much," he stated.

"Mon amour, I zhink zhat he may know vhere ve live," she stated.

"I'll call dad and let the police know," he replied, "Maybe Danny won't mind letting us have the clocktower for a while."

"Ah zhat is right, Nicholas moved out and Daniel moved in…" she recalled.

"Hopefully this will all blow over by tomorrow, but we'll see," he stated comfortingly.

Unlike how they thought it would go, John gave them the same room at the hotel from a few months back. Unfortunately, they didn't have any changes of clothes. Lucielle had to borrow clothes that were left behind by one of Judy's sisters and Alex borrowed a change of clothes from Daniel.