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.
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Chapter Eight: The Mole
ZPD Precinct One
Judy was still shaken up about killing the suspect. Nick noticed his rabbit partner huddled up in her cubicle, looking absolutely miserable. Poor bunny, he thought as he saw her muttering some self-derogatory comments, she's taking this too hard. She's always been a good hearted thing, but I hate seeing her like this.
"Hey carrots," said Nick tenderly as he approached Judy, "do you want to talk about it?" Judy nodded yes. "Okay," replied Nick, "I'm here to help." Judy swallowed, forced herself to stop shaking, then she spoke in voice that suggested she could break down any second. "I get that it was him or you and Danny," she sobbed, "but I can't get past the fact that I killed him! I swore an oath to protect mammals, not kill them!" "Okay fluff," answered Nick, "I understand why you feel that way. You wanted to protect both yourself and your friends," he continued, "but you still feel remorse for taking a life. It's a good thing too."
"How's this good," barked Judy. "Well, carrots," replied Nick, who remained perfectly calm and sympathetic in his demeanor, "it's natural for every mammal that takes a life to feel some remorse for it. This is perfectly healthy." "How," asked Judy. "It's the mammals who feel little to no remorse for killing that we have to worry about," replied Nick, "when a mammal can kill someone without even thinking about it, they're bad news." "I just didn't want you or Danny to die," sobbed Judy.
"Hey, Judy," said Nick as he gently stroked her fur, "I'm with you on this. I just talked to Bogo…" "Bogo," interrupted Judy. "Yes," said Nick, "Chief Zachary Bogo. We both think that after nearly getting blown up and you killing a suspect for the first time, you really just need a break. So can you do something for me?" "What," asked Judy. "Go home," said Nick, "get some rest. You need some time to process what happened. I'll be done at eight so I can come to you tonight if you need anything." "What did I do to deserve you," asked Judy, with some extent of gratitude. "We'll figure it out, carrots," replied Nick, "Some day, we'll figure it out."
A few minutes later, Nick found himself in Bogo's office with the Chief, Benjamin Clawhouser and Mack standing in the room. "Officer Delgato's actions are unforgivable," said Bogo, "we have to find him and bring him back as soon as possible." "Can I kill him," asked Mack, "that traitor got my son shot today." "McBoot," said Bogo, "as much as you and I both want to do our worse to Delgato, he's our only lead on Shadow Company. I need you and Wilde to apprehend the suspect alive, so we can interrogate him," Bogo then turned his attention to Nick, "How's Hopps doing?" "Crying like a baby," answered Nick, "I can't help but feel bad for her." "You can't change the past, Wilde," said Mack, "but we can still make all of this right. Any intel on Delgato?"
"I've tracked his whereabouts to Sahara Square," said Clawhouser, "it seems that the drug dealers paid him well. He's hiding out in the Grand Palms Hotel." "Damn," said Nick, "even during my hustling days I couldn't afford a janitor's closet in there." "Wilde," said Bogo, "do not go there. Corruption in my precinct is intolerable and must be punished to the full extent of the law. Find Delgato, and make him talk."
Sahara Square
The Grand Palms Hotel was a world famous location. It's iconic palm tree design towered over Sahara Square, both as a symbol of Zootopia ingenuity and the decadence of the world's wealthiest mammals. It has played host to billionaires, rock stars, movie stars, politicians, mob bosses and even kings a few times. It was seen by everyone, but could only be afforded by the richest mammals. So there was no way an honest policemammal could afford a room there on their own.
Mack and Danny walked into the main lobby, which they had seen countless times in many movies, only to stare at the elaborate architecture and decor in awe. As they walked around the fountain in the center of the lobby, they approached the main desk, attended by a leopard in a fairly nice business suit.
"Welcome to the Grand Palms, gentlemen," said the leopard desk manager in an Afrikaaner accent, "what brings you officers here?" Mack dropped Delgato's photo onto the desk in front of the manager. "Have you seen this motherfucker," asked Mack. "I'm sorry officer," said the manager, "but I cannot give you any information about our customers without a warrant. If you are not staying here or attending to any officially sanctioned business," he continued, "then I must ask you two to leave."
"What if we have a piece of paper like this," asked Nick as he produced the warrant. "Alright, officers," said the manager, only to be interrupted by Mack. "I'm a detective." "Detective," said the manager, correcting himself, "I didn't see a lion in uniform. But I did have a lion that showed up out of the blue, wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap and hoodie. He gave me a duffle bag full of cash and told me to just send him to any room." "Thank you," said Mack, "now tell us the room so we can collect him."
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Frank Delgato sat in his hotel room on the eighth floor, wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and boxers, reading a dirty magazine. He jumped slightly as he heard the door knock, only to realize he ordered a bugburger from room service about ten minutes ago. He sighed as he set down the magazine, got up, and answered the door. Then he saw Mack and Nick standing in the doorway, with angry looks on their faces. "Howdy, asshole," said Mack while Delgato froze.
Biff!
Nick hit Delgato in the knee with his nightstick. Then Mack grabbed Delgato by his undershirt and slammed him against the wall, in clear view of the window.
Wham!
"How much did it cost," asked Mack angrily, "for you to sell out your friends?" "Ten grand," asked Nick, "Fifty? A hundred? Five hundred? A million?" "Hey guys," said Delgato nervously, "I can explain this." "Explain this, you piece of shit," barked Mack as he pistol whipped Delgato in the stomach.
Whack!
"Goddammit," groaned Delgato as he collapsed in pain, "that's excessive force." "Like you give a fuck about rules," said Mack as he kicked Delgato in the face.
Pow!
"You got my son shot today," said Mack as he stood back and lit a cigarette, "you will pay for this." "You let him become a cop," grunted Delgato as he spit some blood, "you knew this could happen any day." "Newsflash, asshole," said Nick as he approached Delgato, "you were responsible for it." "Don't lecture me on honesty, fox!"
"Oh it's on now," said Nick angrily as he drew his Glock at Delgato. "Tell me about Shadow Company," barked Nick, "you fuckin waste, tell me now!" "I'm dead if I talk," pleaded Delgato. "Don't care," said Nick, "talk!"
"A while back," said Delgato, "I ran into this cougar, an ex-military guy, who was selling smack to a known dealer. I was having financial troubles at the time, so when he offered me ten grand to stay quiet, I happily took it." "Go on," said Mack as he noticed Delgato looking at the window nervously. "He said go on," commanded Nick. "Alright," said Delgato, "so when the heroin crisis escalated, I got backpacks full of cash from these guys to throw the cops off their tail. This is big business now," he continued, still looking at the window, "these are trained killers. You can't stop them now."
Mack walked up to Delgato, noticing his uneasiness toward having an open window now, grabbed him by the mane and pinned him up against it. "I've been hunting these assholes for ten years," said Mack, "they're gonna get what's coming to them. Now your ass is going to jail and we're taking them down. And why the fuck are you so scared of the window?"
Whup-whup-whup-whup-whup-whup-whup!
The three mammals heard the faint sound of a helicopter from the distance, only for it to grow louder each second. Then before they knew it, a red and white helicopter rose up in front of the hotel room window. Inside was a suit wearing cougar training a scoped M16 into the room. "Shit," screamed Nick as he dove for cover.
Brakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrak!
The bullets shattered the window and tore through Delgato's chest, causing blood to spew out as he fell forwards dead. Mack was thrown onto his back, the bullets being stopped by his vest. But he couldn't get up, as he was in too much pain to move at the moment. Nick jumped up from behind the couch with his pistol drawn, and began firing at the helicopter as it flew off.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The helicopter flew off, with Nick not seeming to get a single shot on it. Then Nick turned his attention to Mack, who was groaning in pain on the floor. "Mack," he screamed as he ran up to him, "Mack! Are you ok?" "That hurt," he grunted, "like hell." "Oh man," said Nick, "I thought you were dead!" "Wait a second," said Mack, sensing an idea, "they probably also think I'm dead. Yeah," he continued, "I'm dead to these guys. Tell that to everyone else," he ordered Nick, "except Bogo, Clawhouser and Hopps. I sense the perfect opportunity here."
Nick's apartment
It was late now. Judy couldn't sleep, so she gave Nick a call and came over to his apartment. Soon enough, Nick found himself lying in bed with Judy, something he thought would never happen under any circumstance. "How are you holding up, carrots," asked Nick. "Better," she said, "now that I'm with you." "Delgato's dead, by the way," said Nick. "Can't say I'm surprised," said Judy, "what happened?" "Those bastards have a helicopter," answered Nick, "they just flew up to the window, shot Delgato and Mack, then flew off." "This ain't a movie Nick," said Judy, "can you please be serious."
"First of all," said Nick, "I was being serious. Second," he continued, noticing Judy was now clinging onto him, "you need to lighten up sometimes. Tell me something good." "The doctors said that both Danny and Jason are gonna make it," said Judy. "Good," replied Nick, "anything else?" "Well," she continued, trying to think of another good thing, "Mack's still alive." "Yep," said Nick, "but don't tell anyone until we get this case solved."
"One more thing," said Judy as she got up on top of Nick, "I think it's safe to say that I'm in love." Then she leaned down and kissed Nick. Oh Nick, she thought as she smooched on him, Oh God, I love you! You're the best thing that ever happened to me.
"Wait," interrupted Nick, "are you sure you want this? Because once you and I start this, there's no going back." "I want it all, Nick," said Judy as she rolled over. "Alright," said Nick, "I guess it's time," he paused nervously, "so I'm gonna do this predator thing. I'm not gonna lie," he caught his breath, "it's gonna get weird." "What is it," asked Judy. "It's called 'scent marking'," answered Nick, "it's very sacred territory too. It might freak you out a little." "Well," said Judy, "what's it for?" Nick got up, "Claiming you as my mate." "Sounds sweet," said Judy happily. "Okay," said Nick nervously, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
Nick reverted to an almost bestial nature as he crawled across the bed and sniffed Judy's neck. Then he licked it, like an animal. "My mate," he groaned like a zombie, "must protect." He sniffed up and down her chest, still groaning in a trance like state. "Mine," he grumbled, "all mine."
What is this, thought Judy nervously. She had very limited knowledge of predator mating habits, so she didn't truly expect Nick to go full zombie mode on her. Then she felt something fluffy wrap around her back. Nick's tail, she thought.
Nick sniffed her face, still droning on something about "territory", "mate", "protect" and some other stuff. Then he gently licked her in the face after taking one deep whiff, and collapsed beside her.
Judy nervously touched Nick, who was lying on his side, facing her. "Nick," she asked, "are you okay?" Nick grinned ear to ear, no longer in his trance and said "Goddammit carrots, you are so fucking hot!" Then he calmed down and said, "Well, I guess you can safely say you have a boyfriend now." "What was that," asked Judy. "I told you," said Nick as calm and normal as ever, "scent marking. You agreed to it, I told you it was weird and that I was sorta claiming you for life," he continued, "but you were just begging me to do it."
Judy thought about what just happened and realized that it was nothing bad. If anything, Nick seemed really sweet to her, even as some sort of sex-zombie. "Does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore," asked Judy. "Who said anything about sex," asked Nick, just hearing the sound of the record suddenly cutting off in his head. "Well what do you call that," she asked with curiosity. "That wasn't sex, carrots," replied Nick, "trust me." "Well don't you want more," asked Judy as she slowly removed her nightshirt.
Fuck it, thought Nick as he stared at her bare chest, I want the whole fucking thing. "I feel some primal urges," said Nick flirtingly as he got up on top. "I suppose you like carrot cake," joked Judy. They both laughed, then kissed passionately, tearing off each other's clothes and Nick began pounding Judy. Best night of my life, thought Nick as he began to fuck the bunny. I'm one lucky girl, aren't I, thought Judy as she moaned, taking every, single, blow.
