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AN: Hey everyone! I mentioned this at the end of the last chapter, but I'm going to mention it again on this one. My normal narrator took a personal day, so I had to find a replacement for this chapter. Thanks for understanding!
Chief Bogo had his head in his hooves as he quietly bemoaned his life. He had locked his office door as not to be disturbed, and was currently hoping that he could fade into the sweet, sweet nothingness of the void. The press conference the previous day had nearly been a disaster. He had performed exceedingly well, considering everything he said was off the cuff. He had even felt a bit proud.
But someone had leaked information to the press, both true and false, and Bogo found himself answering questions of the most inane variety. Unfortunately, Bogo was unsure what inane questions actually had some truth to them and which didn't, as the entire case seemed to have been ridiculous, and the Chief did not feel he could have complete faith in Wilde's report.
He spent a literal hour after his shift answering reporters in front of his mayor. Some of these questions included, but were not limited to:
"Is it true that Officer Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde busted an international drug ring while on this case?"
"Was Bridget Barnes kidnapped by drug dealers? Was she involved with a drug dealer?"
"If you were a color, what would you be?"
"How will the ZPD proceed now that Miss Barnes has been discovered to be the head of the cartel?"
The Chief was tired, and wanted to have a day to rest. If Officer Wilde thought it wise to further irritate him, however, then he would soon find out how far the Chief was willing to go to hurt him. Nick Wilde was known for pushing his luck, but even he knew when he had pushed it far enough.
The Chief thought about that irritating fox. That damnable Nick Wilde had somehow caused all of this to happen. He didn't know how, and all his attempts to find out so far had yielded no results. He had to spoken to Erin Deckard, the head of PR, to ask her how it could've possibly happened that a press conference were set up under his instruction without him being aware.
Miss Deckard, a respected and valued employee, had told him that it was a simple error. There was no source that she could find. It had just been a series of mistakes that led to this unfavorable situation the Chief had been put in. The water buffalo had tried to ask whether her department were open to being bribed, a question to which the coyote took great offense.
The Chief growled as he pondered the situation. Somehow, that vulpine had set this into motion. Somehow he had done this. As soon as the Chief found out, he would use every available lawful method of punishment he could to destroy the mongrel. Never again would he be annoyed by that fox after he was finished.
Thinking of the righteous justice caused the older buffalo to shiver in anticipation as he ruminated on how incredible the feeling would be. Nick Wilde would be a horror story the rest of the ZPD would tell to rookies and their kids. What would be the moral of the story? Nobody screws with the Chief.
The mere idea of it had Bogo feeling so exuberant that he could not help but try and expedite his dream. He moved from his chair, stepped out of his office, and yelled as loud as he possibly could, "WIIIIIIIIIIILDE!"
It t'was the standard greeting call of the Chief when he wanted and officer to come to him.
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"What did you do Nick?" Judy asked her vulpine boyfriend.
"Nothing." Nick replied, feigning innocence.
Judy Hopps had known Nick Wilde for over a year now, and was perhaps one of the only people who could somewhat read him. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Ah huh. So why did the Chief just call you up?"
"I don't know. Maybe he just wants to congratulate me on a job well done yesterday." Nick offered his rabbit companion.
"Nick, let's be serious," Judy said, "I'm not being called up there." There was a moment's pause before she next spoke. "Did you give him my case report about Bridget yesterday?"
"I gave him a case report." Nick said earnestly.
All the bunny did was examine her partner up and down, as if such an action would ring the truth from him. She knew he was lying, but also knew that he wasn't going to tell her what he had done. If he wasn't telling her that meant it was bad enough that he didn't want her to be considered an accessory to his crime.
She took in the gentle contours of his features. She watched him exhale softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The vibrations of his slim chest entranced Judy like a charming snake. She felt a deep need settle within her as she thought about his well slim, muscled body- how wonderful it felt.
AN: Uh, what are you doing? That wasn't in the script I gave you, Narrator pro tempore.
Finally, Judy relented as she looked at the sexy fox. "Mmmm, fine." She gave the fox a smile before adding, "Just hurry back, okay? I prefer an alive you to a dead you."
Nick gave her a smile of his own, grateful to her for not prying any further. He didn't want to get her in trouble on this one in case he was caught. He felt there wasn't any real way he could be implicated unless Deckard rolled over, but the Chief wasn't dumb. He would be looking for a way to avenge himself on the fox.
Nick walked from their work area and ascended the stairs, making his way to Bogo's office.
…
The door to the Chief's office opened as he sat at his desk. He saw the smug visage of the vulpine he had summoned. He was leaning against the doorframe, looking at the Chief with half lidded eyes.
"You called, Master?" The vulpine said, the smirk not only visible on his face but also audible in his voice.
"Wilde." The water buffalo glared at his officer. "You did this, didn't you?"
"Did what, Chief," The fox asked quizzically. He cocked an eyebrow at his boss.
"Don't play games, Fox!" Chief Bogo snapped. "You know very well I mean the press conference yesterday."
The fox looked puzzled, carefully stroking his chin as he tried to make it apparent he was deep in thought. Then snapped his fingers as recognition spread across his face. "Your press conference! I remember watching that. You did great Chief. I was kind of surprised you called one so quickly after we broke the case, though."
Bogo snorted. "If you admit to setting it up now, I'll let you keep your job."
The fox blinked, before bringing a clawed hand to his chest. "Now Chief, I'm appalled that you would think I'd be so cruel as to do something like that to you." He wiped a tear from his eyes. "Don't you know I love you, sir?"
Hatred was visible in the Chief's eyes. He stared at the fox with a barely controlled rage. As deep and as forceful as that anger was, however, a much deeper emotion sat within the water buffalo's chest. He felt that passionate feeling flare up inside him as he looked at the officer in front of him. It threatened to overtake his entire being. It was a feeling like no other.
Lust.
AN: Hold on, what?
The Chief rose from his desk, staring down the fox as his own long hidden desires overpowered his feelings in that moment. He could not feel anything for his officer except need. He needed Nick Wilde. He needed to feel him.
The vulpine knew as soon as he looked into the Chief's eyes. He knew. He had felt the same way for so long. When he saw the fire burning in his boss' eyes he felt his own inner passions rise. He had repressed them for so long, but finally he could be free with the buffalo. He wanted to be with his Chief.
AN: No. No, he didn't. What are you doing? Just narrate what I wrote.
They were upon each other in moments, Nick racing across the room towards his new lover, and Bogo standing with arms held wide to receive him in a joyous embrace. There arms swung around each other as they took in the feel of one another's bodies.
Nick's hands ran over Chief Bogo's backs as if he was the father he had never known, while his Chief's arms wound around him like a needy kit.
AN: Holy shit. I do not like the implications of what you just said. Why would you phrase it that way?
The Chief could feel the smaller mammals gentle breaths as they brushed against his uniform, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes for a single moment, taking in the magical feel of the situation as all thoughts drained from his head. He could only focus on the intense happiness he felt then, holding his small fox.
Nick could feel the larger mammal's heart beating beneath his well-muscled chest. He nuzzled his face deeper into the embrace as he listened to the rhythmic noise. The absolute thrill of the situation raced through the impish fox all at once, and he could not help but smile in a child-like excitement. He was as happy as a young boy given free reign by his parent to have any candy he wanted.
AN: Please stop comparing him to a little kid. This is already uncomfortable enough for me.
They had known this would happen. Everyone who had seen them together knew this would happen. The passion between them had gone untouched for so long that it was only natural that it would eventually explode in a fantastical way that left both of them panting and tired. This entire situation was meant to be.
It was inevitable.
AN: I can promise you, it was very evitable.
They took a pause in their gentle caresses of one another to take stock of the situation. Bogo opened his eyes and gazed down at his ever so fine officer of the law.
Mmm, emphasis on fine.
Nicholas met the Chief's eyes. He was admiring the incredibly desirable hazel tinted orbs so intensely that one would've thought he was looking upon an oasis in the desert. To him, they were even better. It was the same loving look a child would have when looking into a proud father's eyes.
Emerald eyes met hazel as the two longed to be one. There was a sparkle to the young, naive fox's eyes as he looked to those of his much older, mature mate.
AN: This was a mistake. I see that now. I should have just waited for my regular narrator to come back from his vacation. You're not even listening to me.
Nicholas Piberius Wilde felt like an innocent child again.
AN: What is wrong with you? Why do you keep describing him that way? This is not okay. I am not okay with what is happening right now.
Finally, the tension and electricity came to a complete halt as the Chief leaned forward and the fox tilted his head upwards in a sign of acceptance.
All sorts of thoughts passed through their minds right then. The Chief, thoughts of how jealous the world would be when he showed off his delectably handsome vulpine companion off. Officer Wilde thought of how right this moment felt, of how everything he had ever done in his entire life had led up to this one moment.
The two moved closer, Nick's eyes half-lidded with a sultry gaze. The Chief's eyes were wide open, because he did not want to miss a single second of what was about to come.
Their lips met.
AN: Your last employers never mentioned this to me when I called them. Is this a new thing with you?
They pulled away after a long awaited and loving kiss, the only feeling left between the two being that of happiness and love. A faint smile found it's way to the Chief's lips, whereas the sexy russet furred beast in his arms sported a grin unlike any seen before. It was a genuine smile. A smile he rarely used, only feeling the need for it on the most sacred and special of occasions.
Chief Bogo felt honored by such a gesture, his heart feeling as if it had grown exponentially. He showed this newfound joy to his sultry and naughty fox by speaking to him. "I love you, you absolute fool. Everyday I wake up thinking of you and everyday I fall asleep with you in my mind. You're my everything.
Nick blushed, the red visible through his cheeks. "I love you too, you big, beautiful boy." He nuzzled into his superior's neck. "Never let go."
The Chief looked down at him. "I'll never let go, Nick. I'll never let go."
AN: You're just ripping lines from Titanic now.
The Chief threw Officer Wilde down upon his desk, leaning over him with an animal need clear in his eyes. This was it. This was the moment their passions would run free, this was the moment. The Chief began tearing at the vulpine's uniform as button after button came undone. Nick acted with the same ferocity towards him and-
AN: Holy fuck. No. No, no. Never. Nope. Not happening. This is done now. We're done now. I'm keeping the T rating on this story. This is not what I meant when I tagged this story "Romance." This chapter is over. You're done now, Narrator pro tempore. You're fired. My old narrator will be back tomorrow and you're gone.
This chapter never happened. It is not canon. None of this happened. There was no bonus chapter to Case Reports - 4.