A/N: Been too freaking long between updates. Sorry.

Chapter 3

The old buck carried on with his story.

"Skye was her cover of course and her fur had been bleached. That was their first meeting. Vivian had been with the intelligence service for a couple years at this point. She was clever and beautiful, the perfect mix for a female agent."

"My mother was so proud of her fur. I can't imagine that she would ever bleach it so she could pass for an arctic." Nick said with shock. "The brains and beauty… yeah that's mom alright."

Judy while engrossed in the tale had been watching this old hare with intensity. The way he looked when he described Nick's mother had a faraway look to it as though he had more than just a work relationship with her.

"You had feelings for her too, didn't you Mr. Bounder?" She asked suddenly causing both males to stare at her.

James grinned slowly. "Yes, I did."

"Did Mom know?"

"Yes but she loved your father. Now if I may continue?" He waited for their nods before continuing. "They had a few small missions after that until they were assigned to work together officially. John began to realize that there may be something real between them beyond just the job."

...

Jack looked in the mirror at the face his parents knew as John. Since joining the agency he had almost forgotten his old name in favor of his cover. The vixen Frost had him thinking of things that hadn't occurred to him before. What happens after he leaves the agency? Other than his parents he has not one mammal that he cares about. Perhaps he could change that with Skye. Or whatever her real name is.

Taking a deep breath he puts his emotional mask back on becoming Jack Savage once more. They had a job to do. Tightening his bowtie and straightening his jacket he turned confident that tonight would go well. Jack patted his coat pocket to check that his shuriken were there then checked the bracers concealing the knives on both forearms. Finally he checked the five small pistols in holsters about his suit. Shoulder holsters, small of the back and hip holsters all accounted for.

He left and headed for the address Skye gave him. Knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer he was struck by a shiver of nervousness from meeting with this sultry female.

She's a colleague, nothing more. The agent part of him echoed about the inside of his skull.

She's a beautiful vixen who obviously likes you. The John part argued back.

Before they could come to any sort of an agreement the door opened and she stepped into his sight. Furtight leggings and a long overcoat concealing who knew how many weapons and gadgets of the trade. Jack/John smiled at her, at once appreciating her long legs and clever spy instincts. She smirked at his dumb grin and used one finger to move his chin so that he had to look into her eyes.

"Maybe I will let you look at them later, but right now we have work to do, Jack." Skye chided him playfully.

Okay you were right. Jack told John and then he stopped warring with himself. "Hmm I think I'd like that. Maybe tomorrow we can go to dinner without having to cause a distraction so a double agent can escape the country."

Skye giggled before she answered. "Yes it would be nice to be Viv for a night. I kinda miss her."

"Viv? As in Vivian?" Jack asked, confused. "Who's Viv?"

"Oh just a red vixen from Cardiff who dies her fur to work amongst Russian bears." She answered as though she was talking about someone else.

"I think she would like my friend John. He grew up in Zootopia as the son of a tailor red fox. He's adopted and always identified more with predators than prey."

"Yes I have a feeling they would get along very well indeed." Skye agreed. "Now back to work Jack. You armed?"

"Ten times over. You got the smoke bombs?"

"And the masks so we can still go out tomorrow." She said with a smirk that said if he hadn't asked she had been planning to ask him.

"Pop was adopted?"

"Yes he was."

"Did he ever find his real parents?" Judy asked, genuinely curious.

Mr. Bounder looked at her with no trace of a smile. "He found his father. His mother's body was never found but we suspected that the bastard killed her. I will tell you about that another time. I should get going. You two look like you could use some sleep."

"Meet us for lunch tomorrow, Sir?" Nick asked him.

"Gladly. Goodnight Nicholas, Judy."

"Goodnight." they said and closed the door as the old buck left them in wonder at the tale he had relayed to them.