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So anyways, sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been SO BUSY! As it is I am blowing off math homework to write this. You're welcome.

"GO!"

As soon as the word was out, Nick ran like a wild man (or should I say 'Wilde' man; ha ha, I'm hilarious when I try), switching from runner's lunge to a sprint. First came the dash; 100 yards across the training area he crossed with ease, fluffy tail bouncing uncontrollably up and down as he moved. Then came the hurdles.

"Of course," he muttered. His weakest skill. With several grunts of annoyance he clambered over the first, and then the second, and then the third, counting them softly to himself as he went on. "Eight . . . ten, eleven . . . . now thirteen . . ." the red and gray bunny whispered after hefting across the hurdles. Even though he was a rabbit he couldn't jump as far as Judy. He blamed this fact on his gender. His partner snorted and told him that gender had nothing to do with it, he just wasn't practicing hard enough. Biting his cheek so he wouldn't grin at the memory, Nick thought fondly on the little bunny.

That was his Carrots. She was adorable, even when she was chastising him. Briefly, the former fox allowed himself to autopilot on the hurdles, doing them without really thinking about it. Judy . . .

"You're almost done, Nick!" she shouted from the sidelines. "Keep going, partner!" Nick shook his muzzle and continued, picking up speed after the words of encouragement from his companion.

"Thirty!" he whooped. Judy beamed from behind him. Now onto the stepping stones.

In front of Nick was a group of pillars that the duo had dubbed 'the stepping stones' because you were supposed to leap from place to place, like little kids walking across stepping stones. He smirked. This was a task he was readily prepared for.

A leap, then a skip, following two jumps and a narrow step, and Nick was across. He pumped his fist in the air before running forwards again. He found himself swinging across a set of monkey bars, climbing up a wall, ducking and weaving through a portion set up like a tripwire field, and sprinting another 200 yards before reaching the finish line.

"How," he panted, "Did . . . how did I do . . . Spike?" He laid down on the ground, and Mrs. Spike upturned her nose slightly. After checking her clipboard and marking things down several more times, she sniffed.

"4 minutes and 37 seconds; not bad, Wilde. I suppose you passed." The trainer moved back to her notes, jolting down some final figures and resetting her stopwatch. "Hopps, you're up." With a nod, Judy transformed into a silver and russet fox and began towards the starting line.

"Okay, Judy; on your mark . . . get set . . . GO!" the porcupine yelled at her charge. The vixen wasted no time tearing through the course with the ease and grace of a natural fox. Soon the finish came up and she passed it quickly. Spike checked her stopwatch once, and then again afterwards.

"So? What did I get?" asked the fox eagerly. The trainer stared at the cop with a newfound respect. It was almost akin to pride.

"2 minutes and 55 seconds, Hopps. You were almost flawless. Congratulations." Judy smiled widely. Then something occurred to her.

"Wait, you complimented me," she pondered. "You've never told me I was good before . . . well, before now." The porcupine scowled, her professionalism back.

"Don't get used to it," she warned. "I just give credit where credit is due, and before now, you guys weren't too inspiring. Again, don't read into anything so much." She cleared her throat for a spell before continuing. "Why don't you two change back? You both passed and all." The duo reverted back to their original forms, still sweaty and tired but feeling more normal.

"So when's the next test?" asked Judy. "I would like a little more warning, next time." The violet eyed rabbit got a snort in response.

"Your next 'test' isn't really a test; it's an assignment. You two did well enough to move on to practice work," Mrs. Spike replied. Nick's brow furrowed.

"Wait, so does this mean more gym time?" he moaned. "Because I am kinda sick of working here for 8 hours straight."

"No," she rolled her eyes. "It's a mock field task." The two partners exchanged a mutual look of confusion.

"What type of field task?" Judy pressed. She was way too curious now.

"You two get to go undercover as your opposites in order to practice apprehending a fake criminal," Spike said. She clasped her paws together mockingly. "Won't that be fun?"

So sorry this took me forever to update. I apologize. This is only the first part of this chapter, but I sorta gave up and decided to split in in two for convenience. Also, the other part got deleted by accident when my computer reloaded, so I'm not about to rewrite it right now. Anyways, I hope you all liked this part. Be on the lookout for another chapter soon!