Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any respective characters. I'm not brave enough to challenge the mouse so it'll probably stay that way. All OCs, however, are mine. Rated M for violence, language, sex, drugs and suicide.
Chapter Four: Questions
ZPD Precinct One
In light of getting knocked down by her own gun, Judy decided that today would be a perfect day to go to the ZPD gun range, as her shooting skills were currently subpar. Nick, while only a cop for a few days, was surprisingly good at shooting.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
"Do all bunnies suck at shooting, or is it just you," taunted Nick. "You do realize these are actual bullets from an actual gun," said Judy. "You sweet little bunny," said Nick, "you wouldn't shoot me."
Blam!
She just barely missed the chest area of the target, modeled after a fox. "Couldn't kill that dashingly handsome fellow, could you," teased Nick as he drew his pistol at his target, a bear. Nick aimed for the head this time. "I'll show you how it's done, carrots," he said. "Like you have more shooting experience than I do," said Judy.
Blam! Blam!
He squeezed out two shots, hitting both times square in the head. "You were saying, cottontail," said Nick. "Where did you learn to shoot like that," asked Judy, who was rather amazed. "I told you I was gangsta," answered Nick, "right?"
Meanwhile, a booth down, Mack and his son Danny were both working on their shooting skills. "You need to loosen up a little," said Mack, "you're too rigid. You've been holding your breath for too long and it's affecting your aim." "Why don't you show me how it's done, Dad?"
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Mack reeled back in the target, a hippo, with an x pattern shot onto his chest. "That's not just shooting," said Mack smuggly, "that's art." "No," said Danny, "art is painting and shit. This is mastering instruments of death! Big difference, Dad."
"Are you two okay," called a female voice from a few booths over. "Like you'd give a fuck," said Mack. "You two need to just set your differences aside and work whatever it is out," said Judy, "come on Mack, he's your son, try to be forgiving." "Only the best can be McBoots," said Mack, "besides, it can be a matter of life and death in the field." "Why can't you two just play catch or whatever counts as normal father son bonding." "Like you even know what that is," cracked Danny, only to immediately regret it. "Don't talk to me like that about daddy issues," said Nick angrily, "at least you have one." "All of you," shouted Judy, "can we calm down? We have guns on us for crying out loud!"
"I have a better idea," said Mack. "Yeah, what you son of a bitch," replied Nick. "Best shooter wins the argument," said Mack as he put a fresh clip into his pistol. "You're on, motherfucker," said Nick as he did the same. "Count me in too, you bastards," said Danny as he followed suit. "Can't we just settle this over a cup of coffee or something," pleaded Judy, not liking where this was going. "No," the three said in unison. Then, they each picked up a fresh target and prepared their shots. Nick went first.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Then it was Danny's turn.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Mack whistled as he prepared for his turn, and aimed casually, but firmly at the same time.
Blam! Blam! Blam!
"Hey kids," said Mack, "watch this."
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
He reeled back in the target, revealing a smiley face pattern in the face area. "Have a nice day," teased Mack as he walked out, "assholes." "Well," said Nick, who was legitimately impressed, "I heard your old man was good, but I didn't know he was that good." "He's still a shitty father," said Danny as he stormed out.
Savannah Central
"C'mon Carrots," pleaded Nick, "you gotta let me drive at some point." "Maybe I would have," said Judy, "if you and the kangaroos hadn't gotten into that little measuring contest back at the gun range." "How do you stay this pure," wondered Nick aloud. "Dad taught me that good girls don't cuss," answered Judy. "Fair enough," said Nick, "I probably wouldn't like you as much if you did." "What do you mean by that," asked Judy. "Uh, nothing," said Nick defensively. Shit, thought Nick, she might be onto me. "Whatever it is," said Judy, "you can just say it. I won't judge." The hell you won't, thought Nick.
They pulled up to the flower shop, owned by a one Mr. Emmet Otterton, Judy's very first case. "Why are we here," asked Nick as he looked out the window. "Don't you want to buy your girl flowers," teased Judy. Not at those prices, thought Nick. "I thought that was a fake date," said Nick. "Relax Slick," said Judy, "that's not what this is about. Mr. Otterton recently complained about some heroin dealing on the premises. That's why we're here." "Carrots," said Nick as he and Judy got out of the car, "we already busted one dealer. What's another one to the ZPD?" "You remember what he pulled on us, right," said Judy as they walked to the door, "that's not common hardware. Someone must have given the machine gun to Salazar." "I'd rather not face another one of those," said Nick as they entered.
"Welcome to Downtown Flowers," greeted the middle-aged otter who owned the shop, "oh," he said eyeing Nick, "they actually did give you a badge and a gun." "Give me a break, Emmet," said Nick, "that was thirteen years ago." "It's not that I still have a grudge," said Emmet, "it's just that you tried to kill me, and now you're carrying a gun again." "You know damn well I wasn't going to actually do it," said Nick. "You didn't," said Emmet. "That's enough," said Judy, "now can we please bury the hatchet and get down to business?"
"Nice to finally meet you again, Judy," greeted Emmet enthusiastically, "I am eternally grateful for what you have done, both for me and my family." "Oh sure," groaned Nick, "she gets the happy greeting." "Nick, please," said Judy, who then continued her conversation with the otter, "So you called about some heroin dealing on your property?" "Yes," said Emmet, "I get that we all need to make a living in this town, but not only is this crap killing mammals every day, but it's also scaring away my customers. I told them to beat it when I caught them the other day, but the weasel just pulled this 'my suppliers will kill you' speech, made a mean paw gesture and left. I didn't know what he was going to try, so I called the cops as soon as he was gone." "Well you're safe now," assured Judy.
Nick looked out the window and saw a black Cattlelac SUV parked just across the street, with an arctic wolf, wearing a black polo shirt, in the driver's seat, and a cougar in a dark suit in the back. "How long has that SUV been parked there," asked Nick aloud as he reached for his service pistol. "Fifteen minutes," said Emmet, "give or take." "Judy," commanded Nick, "get down, now!" "Why Nick," asked Judy.
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The cougar in the back of the SUV trained an MP5 with an ACOG sight attached onto the flower shop, and let out several rounds, aiming primarily for the otter, as well as Nick and Judy. Judy got back up and pulled her service pistol on the SUV as it pulled out of it's parking space. "You jerks aren't getting away from me that easily," said Judy to herself as she leapt onto the street and opened fire on the suspect vehicle.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Vroooooom!
The car sped off, only taking minor damage from the bullets. "Are you okay, fluff," asked Nick as he ran up to his partner. "These drug dealers have it coming," said Judy, "we're going to find them, bust them up and throw them behind bars before they know what's up."
Tundra Town
Mack hadn't seen this horse in years, but somehow, even though John Stallion was still employed at the Zootopian Intelligence Service (or ZIS), his old friend from the cloak and dagger brigade was rather easy to find. As the kangaroo and the dark suited brown, white spotted mustang sat in the local pub, they started to talk.
"Mack," said John, "nice to see you again. It's been awhile since Saidog." "Ten years to be exact," said Mack, "and I wish we could meet under better circumstances, but that ain't the case this time." "Is this about Shadow Company," asked John, annoyedly, "because I told you for the millionth time, it's not your case." "Yesterday," said Mack, "a jaguar named Raul Salazar mentioned Dylan Krueger when I was interrogating him. So I think I know one of the major players in the heroin trade."
John placed a photo onto the bar, of a cougar, a few years younger than Mack, taken in Savannah Central. The cougar was wearing sunglasses and a grey hoodie, talking into a phone. "He's here," asked Mack. "Shadow Company's been dark on us for a while," replied John, "but a month ago, we have sighted several members of Shadow Company engaging in some shady enterprises." "How'd you get these," asked Mack. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth," said John. "Since you still suck at brushing your teeth," joked Mack, "I don't plan on it." John laughed, followed by Mack as they downed their beers.
Savannah Central
"Nothing to see here folks," called out Judy as Emmet Otterton was escorted into the back of the police van, "nothing to see!" "Uh, carrots," said Nick. "What, slick," asked Judy. "Word of advice," said Nick, "when you shout to the people of Zootopia 'nothing to see here', that implies there is something to see here." Some mammals never change, thought Judy.
"So after getting shot at," continued Nick, "how about drinks at my place?" "You mean like a coworker's bonding type thing or an actual date," asked Judy. "Depends on whether you want heavy metal blasting or me trying not to look like an idiot while Careless Whisper plays in the background," said Nick. "Aren't you just cute when you try not to be vulnerable too hard," teased Judy. "Sure you can say that word all you want," teased Nick, "but when I say it…"
"Quiet," interrupted Judy. "What," asked Nick. "You see that weasel in the crowd," she said with her ears up, scanning the area like a periscope. "Yeah," said Nick as he looked back and saw Duke Weaselton standing by, watching with interest. "With our luck," said Judy, "Duke here's probably one of the smack-dealers." "I've known him longer than you carrots," replied Nick, "and yes, he deals the hard shit from time to time."
Oh shit, thought Duke as he noticed Nick and Judy approaching him, they're onto me. "ZPD," shouted Judy, "paws in the air Weselton!" "It's Weaselton," said Duke as he ran for it.
"Stop, asshole," shouted Nick as he and Judy chased the weasel down the sidewalk. "Make me, coppers," shouted Duke as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a Glock 9.
Pop! Pop!
"Sweet cheese and crackers," said Judy as she dove behind a trash can, "the weasel's armed!" Duke, lured into a false sense of security, turned around, aiming the pistol at his pursuers. "You blue bastards ain't catching me this time," he shouted at them. "Not even a dashingly handsome fox and his sexy bunny partner that he may or may not have feelings for," asked Nick. "Eat lead, race traitor," said Duke, trying to sound tough. "The only mammal I ever betrayed was my mom," said Nick while he nodded at Judy, who got up from behind the trash can. "Drop the gun and you won't be harmed," said Judy as she approached Duke. "You can't guarantee that," pleaded Duke, "my suppliers will find me!"
Judy disarmed and tackled Duke, who was then shoved into a nearby alley by Nick. "You are going to tell us who your suppliers are," said Nick, as he shoved his nightstick into Duke's gut. "I like breathing," said Duke, who then spat in Judy's direction, only for her to smack him with a baton.
"Who are they," demanded Judy.
"Fuck you, cutesy!"
She grabbed Duke by the collar and slammed him backwards onto the pavement. "Police brutality," complained Duke. "Shut up," said Judy as she punched him, "now talk!" Nick waved his pistol around as Duke looked to him for support. "Okay, okay," said Duke, "I ran into these military guys that claimed they shipped over some of the best brown sugar, fresh from Asia." "Keep going," said Judy, who was still sitting on top of him. "The guy in charge is a leopard called Spottman, or Spotson, or something like that. He had this deep, Liam Neighson type voice too." "Where can we find him," asked Judy. "I ain't saying more," said Duke, "these Shadow Company guys scare me more than anything that the cops can do to me. Can I go now?" "Alright," groaned Judy, "you can go." "Tell us more about Shadow Company sometime soon," said Nick. "Nope," said Duke as he picked himself up and walked off.
As they calmed down, Judy decided to start some talk. "It's too bad we have to let him go," she said. "Yep," said Nick, "I wanted to pound on him too." "Relax cowboy," said Judy, "we don't have to kill anybody." "I doubt that after today," said Nick. "Enough of that," said Judy as she holstered Nick's gun for him, "I think I'll take you up on your offer." "You don't mind watching violent action movies or bawdy comedies do you," asked Nick as he settled out of it. "I'll bite," said Judy. "How 'bout I knaw on your carrot," teased Nick. Judy laughed a little and said, "You dirty minded fox." That answers that question, thought Nick to himself.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The main series is over, so now it'll just be this reboot trilogy, as well as some AU/Spinoffs. Leave me your thoughts in the comments and if you're new to my works, feel free to follow, as my stories update quickly. Happy reading!
