*Author's Note* Here we go. The story between Nick Wilde and Leon Snowly. Buckle up, its gonna be a long one. Essentially how this is gonna go, is its gonna be in segments that I will mark. Either being Nick's story or Snowly's story. Each in chronological order. Read and Review!


Leon walked out of the silo to check on Doug's progress. His hands were behind his back, appearing to be in deep thought. Feeling the cold morning breeze on his cheek. He glanced up at the dawn sky, the sun just barely coming over the horizon.

Nick's now in the loop, and I'm pretty sure Hopps is gonna find out sooner or later. She moved my phone which means she likely saw that text from Doug. Either she will find out herself, or Nick will break down and tell her everything. If she finds out, I'll have to eliminate her. Snowly thought to himself as he walked into the silo.

Doug, Artie, and Leah were all in the silo. Artie on his laptop sitting by the staircase going up, and Leah sitting on the railing nearby. Leon walked up the staircase and walked over to Doug. Whom was busy working through the chemicals. A small metal locked suitcase next to him.

Leon walked up to it and opened it. Seeing several small glass balls filled with a light blue substance. Leon smiled and picked one up. "Run me through what this does." sounding eager to hear it again.

Doug glared over irritated at Leon. "You already know what it does. It's your serum you asked for." Turning a few pressure switches on his pipes and tubes to let the liquids and gasses flow through.

Leon chuckled. "I know. I just like hearing you talk about it. Sounds so professional." said Leon. His tone mocking and somewhat sarcastic.

Doug shook his head and sighed. Sitting up on his stool and spun around to face Leon. "Its similar to the original Night Howler serum I made a while back. Main difference with this one, is that it doesn't cause people to go blindly savage. Rather, its a lesser effect. You have the urge to main and kill, and its powerful. But resistible depending on the person. One would call it fighting off with sheer force of will, but I see it rather as luck of the draw." explained Doug. Another few spheres of serum finishing for him to safely store in a foam padded suitcase.

Leon smiled wider and kept looking over the glass ball. "The Growler Serum. That's what we'll call this. And with this, we can get back at the city that wronged us." His voice malicious, his teeth showing.

Artie called out from the staircase. "You sound excited. What happened at work?" His voice showing interest. Artie closed his laptop and walked up the stairs. Standing near Leon.

Leon smiled more. "We might have a new temporary assistant. Everything's falling right where I want it to." Leon was clearly getting excited. His tail flicking from side to side.

Leah then walked up from the railing. "There's something we all need to talk about Leon. Something that's been on all of our minds." she said lightly. Standing on the opposite side of Leon as Artie was.

Leon looked between the three. Smiling as he realized they were surrounding him. Leon put down the serum and closed the suitcase. "Alright, what do you want to know?" he asked.

Doug crossed his arms lightly. "You know who we all are and what we're about, but we don't know what you're about. We know that you blame Nick Wilde for your family's deaths but we don't know why."

Artie picked up after Doug stopped talking. "You also mentioned you used to work for the ZPD. You were a cop previously and now all we see you as now, is a drug lord."

Leah raised her eyebrow and added in her own statement. "We want to know you're angle. And to know that, we have to know your WHOLE story. From your time with the ZPD, your family's deaths, and how you got to be here now. Every last bit."

Leon looked between the three. His eyes narrowing lightly in wary of them. "And if I refuse?"

Doug shrugged. "Most we'll get is an increased sentence to our already ruined lives. You've infiltrated the ZPD, sabotaged their records, stole millions of dollars, and is responsible for the drug crimes in Zootopia as of late. They would rip you apart in court."

Leon kept looking between them all. Eventually he smiled as he realized what this was. "A hustle. Well alright, I guess its time you guys learned anyway." Leon walked to the railing and sat on the floor. His back against the railing and getting comfortable. Doug turned in his stool and turned off his equipment.

Artie sat down as well and opened up his laptop. Not doing anything else.

Leon sighed and placed his hands in his lap. "Alright. Here's how it began."


Meanwhile

Nick's eyes slowly fluttered open as daylight broke the curtains. Nick felt something warm and fuzzy against his chest and back. He looked down to see Judy sound asleep and cuddled up to him. Her arms wrapped around his back. Nick let out a quiet grunt as his head throbbed in pain, and his stomach feeling upset. Nick saw the bottle of whiskey sitting at his desk and remembered what had happened the previous night.

Nick looked down at Judy. Watching her sleep against his chest happily. A light smile on her face. After all that happened last night...after I told her I was a murderer...she's still here with me. Nick thought to himself.

Nick was glad she was here. Despite what had happened thus far, she never once showed she was willing to turn away from him. Feeling happiness well up in his chest, which helped with his upset stomach. Nick hugged her lightly and held her close. Judy stirred in her slip, her nose twitching a bit.

Nick slowly stood up and got out of the bed. Taking special care not to wake Judy up. He walked to the desk and spotted the picture that Judy showed him the night before. Nick stared at it for a while before a tear fell from his eye. He quickly wiped it away and walked out to the living room.

Nick looked at the wall of pictures. Trying to decide where he would put the new one. He eventually got an adhesive hook out and stuck it in the center above all the pictures. Hanging it up and stepping back to admire his work.

Nick looked over the pictures. Starting from bottom to top. The last two pictures were of Nick sleeping, and Judy sleeping. Noticing the happy look on both of their faces. Ever since Nick had been hustled by Judy, their friendship grew more and more by the day. Starting as a simple temporary partnership, to a deep friendship. Nick felt the warm fuzzy feeling of enjoying his time being with her. His face flushing a little as his thoughts deepened into the idea of being more than just friends.

Am I...in love with Judy? Nick thought to himself. Recalling all the times people had mistaken them four a couple. Including Judy's family, as well as their own coworkers. Multiple thoughts running through Nick's head as he mulled the idea over. Well Nick...you're in love with a dumb bunny. Finnick would get a kick out of that.

Nick's trail of thought was interrupted as he saw Judy walk out from the hallway from the corner of his eye. Judy waved lightly and walked next to Nick. "Morning. Feeling better?" she asked.

Nick smiled lightly and held his arm out. "Way better. It helps that I had a nice stuffed animal to cuddle up to." teasing Judy.

Judy smiled and stood next to Nick. Resting her head on his side just below his arm. "You needed it. Besides, I like sleeping up against you. You're warm." Judy blushing lightly as she said that.

Nick blushed as well and smiled. Letting Judy look at the wall. Judy eventually spoke out. "Looks good up there. Like, 'here's the new one' kinda thing." she said.

Nick nodded. "We gotta top that one though. Cant just put up any picture." Nick thinking what kind of picture they would put up there next.

Judy looked up at Nick and smiled lightly. "We'll think of something."

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by a single white piece of paper slipping under the door. The large elegant letter 'B' on the front of the paper to show Mr. Big's calling card. Nick quickly walked over to it and picked it up. He flipped the piece of paper to see a handwritten note on it. "Nicky. We need to talk about Snowly. Contact me as soon as you can. Ms. Hopps should be present too." Underneath that was a contact number to video chat. Nick showed the paper to Judy. She read it over then looked up at Nick.

"This has to be important." she said worried. "Otherwise he would have sent his bodyguards to come get us."

Nick nodded and set the paper on the counter. He darted into his room and changed into some fresh clothes. Judy did the same. Judy and Nick sat at Nick's desk. His phone mounted on a small stand specifically for holding up the phone during video calls. The charger plugged into it.

Nick spotted the bottle of whiskey he had left there the night before. "Oh uhh...lemme get that." said Nick as he grabbed it and walked to the kitchen sink. He flipped the bottle upside down and let it pour down the drain. Throwing the empty bottle away. I cant rely on that as a vice. That isn't me. Nick thought to himself as he walked back into the bedroom. Knowing that abusing alcohol wouldn't help the situation at all. And it would only upset Judy.

Nick sat back down at his chair while Judy got one of her own. They both looked at each other concerned. Usually talking with Mr. Big was something to be scared of. He was a man of influence, power, and money. Having a strong pull over many people in Zootopia.

Nick dialed the number and called it in video chat. After a few moments, a deep, rough voice came over. "One moment." Judy figured it was one of the polar bear bodyguards. After a few minutes, the video snapped on to show Mr. Big sitting in his leather chair.

Normally, he seemed calm, sophisticated, classy, and aggressive. However he looked ragged, and stressed. "Nicky, we have a problem. And hello Ms. Hopps."

Judy gave a nod and a smile. Nick leaned towards the phone a bit. "Snowly's back. I know he is. He's running his own branch at the ZPD." said Nick.

Mr. Big gave a short nod. "Let me fill you in. About a week ago, Snowly contacted me directly and gave me a warning. He said I would pay for what happened eight years ago. A short while ago, my bank accounts were cleaned out. Every dime I had earned, is now gone. And I suspect he's behind it."

Judy listened in. Her nose twitching a bit as she got interested. "How much came up missing?" she asked.

Mr. Big's face showed slight depression. "Over thirty million dollars."

Nick huffed a bit and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah. I'd be upset too. Now what can we do about that?"

Mr. Big shook his head. "You do not need to do anything Nicky. My family is taking care of business collectively and we are making ends meet. But I have a warning for you. And for you too Ms. Hopps."

Judy and Nick looked at each other worried. Nick had a more disheartened look as he thought about what else Snowly could have set up. Mr. Big continued. "Snowly informed me that he intended to make you pay as well in the worst way he could. I requested for him to leave Ms. Hopps out of it, but told me he would as long as she didn't interfere. Now Ms. Hopps, Snowly is a very dangerous man and I would suggest you heed his warning."

Judy thought on it for a moment before shaking her head. "I...I don't understand. Snowly's been making good progress in the ZPD. Having already made 12 arrests relating to the Growlers."

Nick lowered his ears as he recalled the blackmailing that Leon gave Nick the previous day. "He's...definitely not a good cop."

Judy paused for a moment then reached over to grab both of Nick's paws. "I can see clear as day that something's very wrong Nick. I'm gonna help you with it. But to do that, I have to know everything. And I do mean everything. You are good at lying, but not to me." said Judy sternly.

Nick paused and looked at Judy's paws before looking at Mr. Big. "I'm gonna need your help with this one Sir." said Nick. His tone a little apprehensive.

Mr. Big nodded lightly. "Ms. Hopps this is your last chance to back out. Everything we are about to talk about can put your life at risk. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" asked Mr. Big. Sounding genuinely concerned about her.

Nick looked over at Judy with his ears lowered. An almost pleading look in his eyes. "Once you find out what I did, you may turn your back on me..."

Judy nodded quickly. "Yes. It's my job at the ZPD to help as many people as I can. Plus, this dumb fox wouldn't make it give minutes without me."

Nick raised his eyebrow with his usual sly grin. "Oh? Who was it that carted me around on her first case for 48 hours?"

Judy grinned back at Nick. "Yeah. Too bad about that Popsicle hustling huh?"

Mr. Big cleared his throat to get their attention. "In able for this story to make sense to you Ms. Hopps, you will need to know how Nick and I met."

Nick sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Where to begin..."


Beginning of Nick's Story, eight years ago

Nick stood in a back alley in a large, handmade wooden booth. A place a lot of people set up handmade shops to sell goods. Some legit, others are not. Multiple 'luxury' rugs hung up on display and more rolled up in the back. Nick appeared much younger than he does now. Wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt with a white tie. Calling out to passerby's. "Hey welcome to Wilde Rugs! I got designer rugs that haven't stores yet. All at a low price. Easy to clean, and fit anywhere in the house!" He would say to get people's attention. He would occasionally get a buyer but most people would just look for a moment before leaving without a word.

The long day eventually came to an end. The sun setting on the city. Nick started to close up his shop and looked around for Finnick. Normally, he would have his van at the ready about an hour prior to when Nick would close so Nick could safely store the rugs.

Nick heard a car pull in at the nearest entry to the alleyway. Instead of hearing Finnick's van backfire, Nick heard several doors close. Nick quickly pocketed all of the money he had made today and flipped the sign to closed.

Four large polar bears walked down the hallway. Each wearing black suits. One pointed at Nick's booth and they quickly surrounded it. Not allowing Nick to leave. Nick looked at the polar bears. "Uhh sorry guys. Closed for today."

The largest polar bear standing at the front of the booth, brought his fist down and splintered the wood. Nick jumped back in surprise, panting a bit fast. "You're muscling in on our business fox. This little cheap shack you got here is costing one of our best rug business's money."

Nick glared a bit and stood up straight. Brushing off the front of his shirt. "'Cheap Shack?' Sir I assure you my rugs are quality. I just haven't gotten the startup money to get my own shop." said Nick. This was a lie. Nick got these designs by taking pictures in local rug stores then sending them to a local back alley tailor who makes them for a low cost.

A voice came from behind the entrance the bears came in. "Lemme test that one." In walked a Ram. Nick recognized him as one of the local shop owners. The ram walked up to one of the rugs and shook his head. "Man are you kidding me? These things are so low quality its laughable! Check this out."

The Ram pulled out a small knife and reached up. Making one small cut to a single thread on a rug that was hanging up. The rug unraveled itself into a pile of string in a matter of seconds. Nick lowered his ears as he realized he was caught. "Quality rugs don't come apart like that. And you're also selling these crap rugs higher than my prices! This one I just cut? The original is 40 dollars. You were selling it for 70! What gives man?"

Nick struggled to find the words. "I uhh...well I just..." One of the polar bears cut him off by grabbing Nick by the scruff of his neck and picking him up. "Let's go. Boss wants to see you."

The ram stopped them. "Wait wait wait." The ram shoved his hands into Nick's pockets. Finding the money he had made for the day and taking it. "There. That should cover the damages to my business." he said with a sneer. Leaving the alley.

The bear carried Nick to a black car and threw him into it. The polar bears entered the car. One driving, another in the front seat, and two in the back to make Nick sit in the middle.

The drive was long, and silent. Nick terrified as to what could be happening to him at any time now. The car eventually went outside of Tundra Town to a large estate. One of the polar bears shoved him out of the car and began to escort him inside. The mansion was elegant, and well suited to animals used to colder climates. Wood floors, elegant furniture, and good lighting to fit the bright light that would come off the snow during the daytime. Snow and icicles hanging from the inside of the windows due to how cold it was.

Nick was lead to an office. A large elegant wooden desk in the center with a rug in front of it. Several bookshelves lining the walls. The bodyguards had Nick stand on top of the rug. Nick could tell the floor was different under the rug, able to feel it's different texture through the rug with his feet.

Two more bodyguards walked in, followed by a third polar bear. Much bigger than the other two. Nick cowered lightly at the sight of the large bear. Thinking this was the crime boss, Mr. Big.

The bear sat down in his chair loudly. Making the room shake a little from his weight landing on the chair. He placed his cupped hands on the table and opened them to show a small leather chair fit for a rodent. With a single claw, he gently turned the chair to show a small arctic shrew. His fur full in color despite being rather old. He looked Nick up and down, leaning his head against his hand.

"This is the fox who's been selling cheap knockoff's of Sheppal's rugs?" he asked. His voice very light, but rather coarse. The bear standing next to Nick nodded.

"Yes. We caught him at his...'shop', Sir." said the bear. Keeping a calm, and professional composure.

Nick gave a light chuckle and pointed at the shrew. "Wait wait wait. You're Mr. Big?"

The largest polar bear in the chair growled loudly. Enough so that Nick could feel the vibration come up through the floor. "You will show respect, fox." he threatened deeply.

Mr. Big held up one of his paws. "Calm yourself Koslov. It is understandable for this fox to say such things. Almost everyone does once. But let me make myself clear fox." said Mr. Big as he leaned forward and snapped his claws. Nick was picked up by the scruff of his neck and the rug pulled away to reveal a trap door.

Another one of the bears opened it to show a patch of freezing cold water. Flat ice chunks floating and skirting around from the strong current under the water. Nick was dangled a few inches above the water. Nick flailed around pleading for them to let him up. During his struggling, his hind paw dipped in the water, causing him to curl up and yelp in pain from the frigidly cold water. Water that cold feels as if you are being cut when you go into it.

Mr. Big snapped his fingers again and the trapdoor was closed. The rug placed back over it and Nick set down. Nick rubbing his hind paw to warm it up. "I am in charge here." said Mr. Big.

Nick nodded. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." Nick frantically said as he set his paw down. Standing up more straight and professional.

Mr. Big let out an amused chuckle. "Good. Now, what's your name?" asked Mr. Big. Leaning back in his seat.

Nick quickly answered. "Nicolas Wilde, Sir." Answering quickly as not to anger Mr. Big further.

Mr. Big nodded lightly. "Alright Nicky. As you likely know, I protect many businesses from scum like you muscling in on their business. What made you think you could sell cheap knockoff rugs of Sheepal's business?" he asked menacingly. His tiny fangs showing.

Nick clasped his hands together in a pleading fashion. "Please Mr. Big, Sir, I meant no disrespect. I'm trying to get my own business going and no one will give me a loan. I'm just trying to get enough money to get myself on my feet." Nick explained.

Mr. Big gave a light grunt. His fingers tapping lightly on his leather chair. "And how old are you, Nicky?" he asked.

"I'm 24, Sir." said Nick.

Mr. Big shook his head and gave a light sigh. "Instead of trying to hustle my businesses, you should have been getting a job yourself to get your startup money. Sheepal is a dear friend of mine, and you have disrespected his business. And therefore, have disrespected me. Ice'em!" Mr. Big sneered in a sinister tone

Just then, the door that Mr. Big came in through opened up to show another polar bear walk in. His own paws cupped just below his chest. A soft, older, and similarly toned voice to Mr. Big spoke. "Do we take lives from those who have done no real harm, my grandboy." said the voice.

The bear walked up to the desk and set his paws on it, opening them up to show an elderly arctic shrew wearing a sparkling red dress. The end of the dress trailing off a few extra feet I a dragging fashion, a sign of class. Her white fur bunned at the top, with a single trail down the side of her face.

Mr. Big lowered his head. "Evening Grandmama. This fox has costed Sheepal a lot of money. He disrespected his business, and me."

Grandmama waved her hand lightly at Mr. Big to silence him. "Now now, my child, This fox is young. And people do make mistakes. And as I was told, Sheepal got a large portion of his money back from this fox today."

Mr. Big stayed silent then looked over at Nick. Nick nodded silently. Grandmama walked towards Nick. Her hands neatly folded on her front. The red dress trailing behind her. "Who are you, young one?" she asked gently.

Nick lowered his head in respect. "Nicolas Wilde, Ma'am."

Grandmama stopped walking and smiled up at Nick. "Nicolas, I do not believe you are a genuinely bad fox. You have honest eyes. The eye's of someone who can do many good things. I do believe you have learned your lesson?" she spoke in a soft, and gentle tone. Like a mother to a child.

Nick nodded quickly. "Oh absolutely Ma'am." Nick said quickly.

Grandmama nodded and looked at the guards. "Please leave us. We must discuss our terms." she said. Without question, the bodyguards left the room. Seeming to hold a higher respect for her, than for Mr. Big.

Grandmama turned back to Nick again. "That being said, I cannot allow this to go completely unpunished." she turned to Mr. Big. Whom was in deep thought.

"My Grandmama see's something in you Nicky. And I will give you the chance to earn her, and my respect. And welcome you into our family. The task is simple, but is also costly. We have a police officer who is getting most nosy about our business practices. He is has gotten to far and, unfortunately, must be eliminated."

Nick's ears lowered as he realized what was being asked. "You need me to...kill this police officer?"

Mr. Big gave a slow nod. "I do not NEED you to. But I am giving you the chance to earn our trust. It would be simple on your part, as we already have this set up. One of my associates will give you a switch, and you will be placed at the edge of Mammoth Bridge. He takes this route to get home every day. Once his car is at the center, flip the switch. The mechanism will take care of everything else. You must stay to make sure his body is found. Even if you must call 911 yourself. Once he's found, or they are called, call Koslov to come pick you up."

Nick kept his ears lowered. Looking between the two arctic shrews. "And if I don't do this?" he asked. Hoping he would have a way to stay on Mr. Big's good side without having to do this.

Grandmama spoke. "Then you will leave here. And if you continue to hustle, I will not save you again." Her voice much more serious this time.

Nick stumbled a bit and looked around for a chair. His legs feeling a bit weak from the proposal. Mr. Big pointed to a small wooden chair by the door and Nick walked to it. Sitting down and rubbing his head. "Can...I have a minute to think about this?" he asked.

Grandmama nodded. "Of course, my child." she said lightly.

Nick sat in the chair for a long time. Losing track of how long he had been sitting. This is a tough decision. Cause someone's life to end, or risk losing my own. I don't want to cross Mr. Big again unless it's for a darn good reason. But this can also be a good opportunity for me to get in with Mr. Big's crew. Almost anyone who gets on his good side is successful in some way. But I'd have to live with knowing this happened. That I had to end someones life to get that far. But...it's just one cop though...

Nick looked at the clock and noticed he had been in thought for half an hour. He eventually stood back up and walked over to Mr. Big and Grandmama. Both of them waiting to hear his answer. Nick cleared his throat. "I'll do it."

Mr. Big gave a solemn nod. "Rest assured, we will protect you till it is safe for you to be in public again. There will be an investigation, and I would not want to risk you getting discovered and questioned. You will be under my roof till it's safe for you to be out again." explained Mr. Big.

Nick gave a single nod. Grandmama smiled gently up at him. "You will have done us both a great service, my child. I welcome you to our family." she said as she held out her hand, palm facing downward.

Nick quickly leaned in gently and placed a gentle kiss on her tiny paw. Giving a light smile as he stood up straight. "When do we do this?" He asked.

Mr. Big sat up in his chair a bit. "Tomorrow night."


Beginning of Snowly's story, eight years ago on the following evening

Leon sat at his desk going over multiple files. He was slowly cracking down on a crime boss in Tundra Town, and getting very close to having a warrant to arrest the notorious 'Mr. Big.' A knock came from his office door, getting his attention. "Enter." he called out.

The door opened to show Chief Bogo. "Snowly you've been at that case all day. You need to go home." he said sternly.

Leon shook his head. "Nope not yet. I still got a few hours left in me."

Bogo sighed and looked back into the lobby. Gesturing with his head for someone to walk in. Bogo stepped out of the way to let in a slender female snow leopard, and a young male snow leopard. The young male resembling Snowly rather closely.

Leon smiled and stood up. He walked up to the female and hugged her. "Tracy? Why are you here?" he asked.

Tracy smiled at Leon and hugged back. "You're car's fixed. We brought it here for you so we could go home together tonight." she explained.

Leon gave a guilty smile then sighed. "I'm not leaving just yet. I'm just a few inches from cracking this case I need a few more hours. You guys go ahead and go home. I'll be back later tonight."

Tracy sighed lightly and placed her hands over her front. "You've been at this case for so long. You need to give it a rest." she nagged.

Leon shook his head again. "It's not happening. I'm very ready to nab this guy."

The young boy looked up at Leon with an admiring grin. "You gonna arrest this guy dad?" he asked.

Leon ruffled the fur on the boy's head. "Definitely. I'll have him by tomorrow. Then iI'm taking the week off okay Ricky?"

Ricky smiled and let out a giggle. "Dad stop. I hate it when you do that." talking about the ruffling of his hair.

Leon chuckled and let go of Ricky's head. Going back to his desk. "Go ahead and take the car. I'll get a cab okay?"

Tracy let out a sigh and nodded. "Alright. Love you Leon."

Leon smiled back at her as he opened up the file again. "Love you too Tracy. And you too Ricky."

Ricky smiled and left with his mother. Leon kept on working on the case. Leon knows that Mr. Big tended to use polar bears as guards. And they usually wore trademark black suits, and drove black bulky cars.

Using the traffic cameras around Savannah Central, Leon searched for cars or polar bears that matched the description. He found one from the previous day. It parked itself outside of an alleyway and four large polar bears stepped out. After a few minutes, they came back out carrying a fox by the neck.

Leon stopped the camera feed and zoomed in on the fox. Using a facial recognition scanner, he was identified as Nick Wilde. Leon wrote that down on a piece of paper as a person of interest and put it in the file. Leon continued to follow the car via traffic cams. They drove through Tundra Town. And from there, out of Zootopia towards where the Big Mansion was located.

Leon looked at the clock, noticing this process of finding the car, and following them had taken around an hour. He heard the sound of several officers quickly running towards the garage. Hearing them say something about a fatal accident. Figuring someone must had called 911.

Leon got up and walked to the break room. He got a Styrofoam cup and filled it with coffee. Slight steam coming off of the top due to how hot it was. He gently blew on the top, making the steam blow away and cool the drink. He took a sip and grimaced at the taste. Walking over to the sink and dumping it out. "Old batch." he muttered to himself.

Leon got a filter out of a cabinet and started to brew a new batch. It took several long minutes for the pot to fill. Once it was, he poured a cup, and sipped it. Finding it much more enjoyable now.

Just then, Bogo walked into the break room and spotted Leon. "Snowly, what's your license plate number on your car?"

Leon cocked his head lightly. Slightly surprised at Bogo's sudden request. "1m7a5y92"

Bogo's face grimaced a bit then he sighed. "You need to come with me. Now."

Leon quickly made his way to Bogo's car and Bogo began to drive. The sirens blareing as Bogo sped down the roads towards the outskirts of the city Leon recognized the roads as his usual route to head home. "Bogo, what's going on."

Bogo remained silent. His face showing sadness for another. On the way, Leon noticed a car pulled over. Seeing a very large polar bear in a black suit driving a black car. Looking through the back window, Leon saw a fox behind a tree. Assuming he was getting sick. Leon sighed and faced forward again. "Party boys." he scoffed.

They eventually reached Mammoth Bridge. A bridge separating the frozen tundra area from the grassy greens of the savannah. Leon would take this bridge every day going home. There were several police cars, a fire engine, and an ambulance at the center. Bogo stopped his car and Leon stepped out.

Leon walked forward to the crowd of cops, and firefighters. Noticing the metal railing on the side of the bridge had been broken through. A tow truck had come earlier and had hauled up the wreckage of a vehicle. The burnt and twisted metal made it unrecognizable as to its make and model.

One of the cops, a male black furred wolf named James Howlitzer, walked up to Leon. "You uhh...you need to look at this." his voice showing regret and sadness as well, like Bogo.

Leon walked up to the wreckage of the car. Leon looked towards the ambulances to see two stretchers with a white blanket over them. Covering what was resting on the stretcher.

Leon's eyes widened as he walked to the back of the car where the license plate was. It read '1m7a5y92'. The same number as his car that Tracy had drove. Leon walked over to the largest stretcher and lifted the sheet. Instantly he covered it back up and turned away from it. Gripping the fur on the top of his head. His body shaking and mind racing as the realization had settled in.

Leon let out a loud cry of grief. Nearly tearing the fur out of his head and tears falling from his cheeks.


Part two of Nick's story. One hour prior to the crash

Nick sat in the passenger seat of a car that one of the polar bear guards were driving. Nick was wearing a large winter sweater due to the freezing cold air tonight. The bear drove Nick to a locally owned mechanic. Nick stepped out of the car and made his way to the door, knocking loudly. A male rhino opened the door and looked down at Nick. "We're closed pal." he said in a gruff tone.

Nick looked up at the man. "Mr. Big sent me."

The rhino looked left to right before pulling him into the lobby of the shop. The rhino walked behind the front counter and pulled out a small handle with a red button on it. He walked back over to Nick and handed it to him. "This is the activation device that will get the job done." he informed Nick.

Nick looked it over then looked up at the rhino. "Can you tell me what it does specifically?"

The rhino crossed his arms and paused for a moment before talking again. "I have locking levers placed on the front axle's of Snowly's car. It will lock both wheels in one direction, and will not go back. The device's button will blink red when it's ready to activate. Now go, no more questions." the Rhino shoved Nick out of the shop and locked the doors. Nick looked over the device again before going back to the polar bears car.

The car began to drive again. The polar bear looked down at Nick. "Remember, confirm, then call us." the polar bear said as he drove across Mammoth Bridge to get to the grassy side. Nick took off the coat and got ready. The car came to a stop.

Nick stepped out of the car and looked out at the bridge. Nick walked towards the edge of a bridge and noticed a small box with a note on it. "Nicky, open me." was written on the note.

Nick took the paper and pocketed it before opening up the box. Inside was a walkie talkie, and a set of binoculors. Nick grabbed it and spoke into it. "Hello? Nick here." he said apprehensively.

A voice soon came over the speaker. "Stay right where you are, and sit down. Keep your head low. I will tell you when to press the button. Do not talk to me again unless you need something." said the voice commandingly.

Nick scoffed at the voice and sat down. "Real swell fella."

"I heard that." said the voice. Nick had not switched the receiver to 'off' before saying that. Nick rolled his eyes and switched it off. The voice spoke again. "Good. Now just wait there. I can see where you are from a building across the way."

Nick looked around and spotted a radio tower in the distance, and a small hut. There was a window facing towards him. Nick gave his sly grin and waved. "Yeah yeah. Hey there. Now keep still, and wait." said the voice.

Nick did exactly that, waiting in this spot for what seemed like forever. The cool night breeze brushing over him as he waited. Cars would occasionally pass every now and then. Nick looked at the ground below the bridge. Almost all of it was rocky outcroppings. There used to be a river here, but a dam had been built to divert water to Tundra Town. Now, it was a small outlet. A narrow creek trickling down the center of the ravine. From the center of the bridge, it was around a 30 foot drop to the rocks below.

Around an hour later, the voice spoke suddenly. "He's almost here. Get that button ready. Hold it up so I can see it." he said.

Nick took the button out from his pocket and held it up. "Good. Now wait a little longer. He'll be here soon."

Nick watched and waited. Soon he heard a car coming down the road. His heart beat quickened, and his stomach began to ache. Knowing that he would have to go through with this, or face severe consequences from Mr. Big and Grandmama. The car passed Nick. A white sedan. After a few seconds, the voice spoke. "That's it. Get ready!"

Nick closed his eyes and held onto the button. Not wanting to see any of what was about to happen. Time slowed down for Nick. All noise was blocked out except for the static of the walkie talkie. Seconds ticked by like hours, Nick's paws trembling fiercely. He knew that in this moment, his life would change forever. Reguardless of the outcome.

"Now!"

Nick held his thumb up. "Sorry officer..." Regretting ever had accepted this deal. Wishing he could go back and change everything. Never selling the rugs. Never meeting Mr. Big. And never agreeing to this.

Nick pressed the button.

Nick kept his eyes closed. He heard the sound of tires squealing, followed by a crash of metal tearing through metal. For a moment, Nick thought he heard the distant sound of a high pitched scream, followed by a loud crunching sound of metal on rock. Which was almost instantly followed by the sound of an explosion. The trees nearby shook as Nick felt the shock wave. The red light of the fire shining over his eyelids.

Nick pressed his free paw to his head and gripped his fur. Feeling some of the hairs pull out from the force before he curled up. Knowing whoever was in that car could not have survived. The voice came over the speaker. "No one's around except us. I don't have my phone on me. Call 911."

Nick reached into his own pocket and pulled his phone out. His eyes hazy from tears welling in his eyes. His hands trembling from the moment. Nick dialed 911, holding up his phone so it was blocking the view of the wreckage, but the light shining around it from the fire.

After a few moments, an operator picked up. "911 what's your emergency?"

Nick paused for a moment before speaking. "Yeah...uhhm...I just watched a uhh...a car crash on the...Mammoth Bridge...the car...exploded." His voice shaky. Showing signs of distress. Letting out a small sob before holding it back.

The woman on the emergency line spoke again. "Alright calm down, Sir. I have police, medical, and a fire team on the way to Mammoth Bridge. Can you tell me your name?"

Nick paused before answering. "My name...my name is Nick Wilde."

Nick could hear the loud patter of fingers dancing over a keyboard. "Alright Nick. They are on the way. Can you tell me how bad the crash is?"

Nick let out another sob and cleared his throat. Growing more and more stressed by the minute. "It's bad. The car's in flames and I can't hear anyone...I gotta...I gotta go."

Nick hung up the phone without another word. Not wanting to crack under the pressure. Nick brought his knees up to his chest and curled up. Sobbing into his knees. Trembling from the adrenaline of the moment. Eventually, the voice came over the walkie talkie. "I got Koslov on the way. Take the talkie with you."

Nick quickly got up and turned the walkie talkie off. Not wanting to hear any more. Rather quickly, a black car pulled up and honked. Right before Nick stepped into the car, he could hear the sirens of police cars and fire engines in the distance. He got in the car and buckled up.

Koslov drove off quickly, the tires skidding and squealing a bit as he did a 180 in the road. The sound made Nick jump a bit as it reminded him of the squeals of the tires on the car that he just made crash.

Koslov looked down at Nick as they drove. "You did well, fox. Mr. Big will be pleased."

Nick's stomach began to churn hard in his gut. His head feeling woozy. "Oh geez...pull over Koslov."

Koslov heard Nick's gut and pulled over quickly. Luckily, Koslov was in a wooded area. Nick jumped out of the car and ran behind the nearest tree. Nick placed his hand against the tree and leaned forward as he vomited from the stress. The bile taste filling his mouth and making him gag, causing him to vomit repeatedly.

After a few moments, Koslov walked up and handed Nick a bottle of water. Nick took it and took a mouthful. Swishing it around to clean his mouth out before spitting it out. Cleaning his mouth out of the bile. "Thanks." said Nick, lightly panting from the heaving.

Koslov nodded and turned away politely. "First one is always the hardest."

Nick shook his head. "I won't ever do this again. Nothing like this, ever again."

Nick heard a police car get closer. He looked up to see a car speed past, heading towards the bridge. Nick walked back to Koslov's car to notice a street lamp. Two small traffic cameras under the lights. Nick quickly got into the car, and Koslov drove off towards the Big Mansion.

Koslov pulled into the Mansion's drive way after a polar bear guard moved the chain aside. Koslov parked the car by the front door and got out. He opened the door for Nick and walked him inside. His hand placed on Nick's back.

Nick kept his head down. Trying to keep a level head despite what had happened. Upon walking into the mansion, Koslov began to escort Nick to his room. On the way, they passed by Mr. Big's office. Nick could hear the muffled voice of Mr. Big behind it.

"What do you mean he wasn't in the car? Who was driving it?" said Mr. Big. His voice showing anger and frustration. Nick stopped dead in his tracks and turned to the door. Koslov tried to gently nudge Nick along. He had more than enough strength to move Nick, but was trying to be gentle with the mentally strained fox.

Nick shrugged Koslov's hand off and went to the door. Opening it and walking inside. "Snowly was supposed to be in that car! He showed up at the crash site shortly after?" Mr. Big said into a phone. The phone much larger than his whole body. Mr. Big turned as he saw Nick walk in. His eyes showing regret.

"Nicky...Come here. And do not worry, you are not in any trouble. But this is something you need to be aware of." said Mr. Big gently.

Nick's ears lowered more as he slowly walked towards Mr. Big's desk. Koslov right behind him. Nick stood at the edge of the desk and looked at the phone. Seeing an unregistered number.

The voice over the phone began to speak. "That was 100% Snowly's car. But Snowly was not in it. He arrived at the scene a couple minutes after Wilde left." Nick recognized the voice as the man who was giving him instructions at the bridge.

Nick cleared his throat. "Wh...what do you mean?" Nick said. His voice tired and ragged. A light creek in his voice.

The voice paused for a moment as if dreading to say it. "More than one body was recovered from the wreckage. And neither of them was Snowly."

Nick choked on his own air for a moment. Stumbling back a bit from where he was standing. Who...who did I...Nick thought panicked.

Mr. Big spoke next. "Who was in the car then?" he asked sternly.

The voice sighed. "His wife, Tracy Snowly. And his 15 year old son. Ricky Snowly."

Nick stumbled back a bit more. His hands and feet growing cold as his heart nearly stopped. The room starting to spin as his head got light. Feeling as if the world was turning around him while waving underneath him.

Nick could hear Mr. Big talking to him. "Nicky? Nicky are you alright?" his voice hazy and muffled.

There was a slight ringing in Nick's ears before his vision went dark. The last thing he felt was the cold hard ground before he slipped into unconsciousness.


Final part of Snowly's Story. Several weeks after the funeral

Leon was at his desk working frantically. His fur ruffled lightly and unkept. Having a large stack of files next to him as he scanned over the computer. Several empty Styrofoam cups laying on the floor.

A few days after the funeral, Leon locked himself in his work office. Barely coming out unless it was to use the bathroom, to get food, or to go home. People around the office have noticed. Despite Bogo trying to talk him about what Leon was investigating, Leon would just brush him off.

To put it plainly, Leon started investigating into his family's death. Finding it odd that the car would lose control just after being fixed. When Leon investigated the wreckage just a few days after the funeral, he found a suspicious metal bar on the front tires that were not part of the original construction of the vehicle. When he confronted the mechanic about it, a locally owned shop run by a rhino, he explained they were stabilizer bars he added on free of charge in appreciation for Leo's work in the police force.

Leon suspected this to be a lie. As the position of the bar made no sense. It was mounted on the turning axle of the wheel, then down to the body frame of the car. In no way would that stabilize the wheels.

This much was not admissible to validate foul play, so Leon kept digging as time went on. The next thing he investigated, area around the crash site. The only thing that was found, was a metal lockbox that had a set of binoculars in it. Leon suspected this was for someone to watch and make sure the crash was a success.

The binoculars were purchased at a local superstore. But Leon was unable to find out who purchased it directly. The only other thing found near the binoculars, was a small bit of red fur.

Leon then went to the 911 call center. Every call was recorded for one year before being deleted. Leon found the call that was made by Nick Wilde. Taking particular interest in his nervous tone, and eagerness to get off of the phone. However this was not enough to bring him into questioning.

At this time, Leon was running out of leads. Having to resort to traffic cameras in the area around the time of the accident. There was a single camera on the bridge on the side of the grassy plains. Around an hour before the accident, a car stopped just below the camera for a moment before moving on.

Leon watched as he saw his car go on the bridge, then suddenly turn to the right to cause it to go through the railing. A few short minutes later, a set of headlights shined under the camera's view. The car just out of sight. After a few seconds, the headlights turned fast and Leon could make out the back end of a black car swing into view. Smoke filling the camera as the tires burned rubber before taking off.

Leon figured this car had to be involved in some way. Otherwise whoever was driving would have called 911. Leon kept searching through cameras near the area.

Leon recalled the car that had pulled over when Bogo drove Leon to the crash site. The one that had a fox leaning on a tree. Leon searched the cameras near the Mammoth Bridge camera. Leon noticed a black car driving away from the bridge after the crash happened. Leon followed the car. The car stopped right in a camera's view suddenly.

The passenger door flung open to show a fox run out and run back towards the trees. After a minute or so, a very large polar bear carrying a bottle of water walked back to where the fox was.

At this point, a car passed heading the opposite direction that the bear's car was heading. Leon knew this was Bogo's car. The one he had been riding in at that moment. The bear walked back to the car and got in. The fox started to walk towards the car then paused for a moment to look up at the camera. Leon quickly paused the screen and did a facial recognition scan. After a few seconds, a name popped up.

Nick Wilde.

Nick got back into the car. Leon continued to follow it. It took a long route into Tundra Town and down the road leading to Mr. Big's Mansion.

Leon growled and sat back in his chair. Running over what could have happened as this played out. Red fur was recovered at the site of the binoculars at the bridge. And Nick Wilde the red furred fox has been confirmed to be near that area during the crash. Nick had been escorted by a polar bear driving a black car wearing a black suit. A sign that this may be one of Mr. Big's henchmen.

Leon's car had a suspicious part on it that normally wouldn't be there. However the mechanic validated it as a 'safe' part. However the mechanic could have sabotaged the car and lied about the part. Someone had targeted Snowly and his family. Unfortunately, his family was hit first.

Someone's going to answer for this. I have to find Wilde. Big Mansion. Leon thought as he printed out several pictures of the video. Making sure to include Nick's picture as well as the car driving off. Leon put the pictures into the case file before leaving his office.

Leon lifted his paw over his eyes to shield himself from the sunlight. His eyes having to adjust to the sudden light. Clawhauser heard the door open and smiled over at Leon. "Hey! Snowly! Finally outta that office huh?" he said cheerfully.

Leon blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted. Leon completely ignored Clawhauser and walked up to Bogo's office. Clawhauser sighed lightly and went back to his phone. Leon walked up to Chief Bogo's door and knocked. After a moment, the door opened to show Bogo.

Bogo blinked a bit as he saw Leon as if surprised to actually see him. Bogo walked to his desk and sat down. "Last chance, Snowly. I can't keep that case file open after today." said Bogo.

Leon walked in and opened the file. Handing Bogo the new pictures of Nick Wilde with the black car. "Alright. So I may have found a potential suspect. At the site we found red fur right? Well this fox, Nick Wilde, was near the scene when the accident happened. A trademark of Mr. Big's thugs is they wear black suits, and drive bulky black cars. A polar bear matching this description picked up Nick, and drove him in the direction of Mr. Big's estate. I need a search warrant for that mansion." explained Leon.

Bogo looked through the pictures. He eventually sighed and shook his head. "In able for me to grant a search warrant, I need undeniable proof that this fox went to the manor. There is also no solid proof that this polar bear works for Mr. Big other than his clothes. Which is not enough. I'm sorry Snowly, but I can't grant you a warrant." said Bogo.

Snowly growled loudly and slammed his paws on Bogo's desk. The files, and even the phone jumped lightly from the force. "Dammit Bogo! All I need is to talk to Mr. Big or Nick Wilde! I just need this ONE THING!" the last two words echoing down the halls.

Bogo huffed loudly which resembled a deep growl. Making the desk, and door rattle lightly. "Throwing a fit will not help you. You will have to find an audience with either Big or the fox on your own terms. Unfortunately Snowly, I have to mark this file as cold." Bogo said as he opened one of his desk drawers. He closed the file and set it in the desk drawer before shutting it. "Until I have undeniable proof of either of these two animal's involvement, I cannot allow you to pursue this case any further."

Leon growled even louder. His fangs showing and his eyes widening. Appearing ready to pounce on the large water cape buffalo at any second. "Bogo, this is my family you are locking away from me. Don't do this to me!" pleaded Leon.

Bogo sighed and handed Leon a different file. A simple case on some domestic violence. "I've been trying to get you off of this case for weeks. Leon there's an old phrase. Sometimes the correct solution, is the easiest one. Your family may have just unfortunately died in a car accident. I know its hard for you, but you will have to move on."

Leon growled loudly and turned around. Heading to the door. Bogo called out. "You forgot your new file Snowly." Said Bogo as he held up the file.

Leon turned back at Bogo and threw something small and metallic at him. Bogo caught it to see Leon's police badge. "Get someone else to do it." said Snowly as he stormed out.

Leon made a trip to the Big Manor. Arguing with the guard at the front get to let him in to talk to Mr. Big. The large polar bear not letting him go through at all. Leon eventually went back to his house. Leon collected his mail and flipped through it. Finding two letters if interest. One of them from his life insurance company, and the other from Zootopia's mayor Lionheart.

Leon opened the life insurance letter first. The insurance from Tracy and Ricky cleared and it was a check. A total of 12 million dollars. Due to his time in the police force, the fact that Tracy had a very high economy job, their deaths being labeled as 'accidents', and the amount of money they had invested into the accounts gave this kind of payoff.

Leon set the check aside and opened the letter from the mayor. A few days prior, Leon contacted the mayor asking for permission to investigate Mr. Big's manor and his businesses. Hoping to go above Bogo's head.

"Dear Mr. Snowly, On behalf of Zootopia, I apologize for your recent loss. I offer any condolences I can to your late family. That being said, I cannot authorize you to investigate the Big Manor. Most of this issue involves the public's view of this case. As you know, it has gone public what happened to your family. Hearing from organizations that focus on the public opinions of both predator and prey, all of them have recommended you be cut off from this case. People are beginning to suspect you are losing your sanity over this. I advise you to stop pursuing this case personally, and allow the rest of the ZPD to solve it, if anything should come up. If you have any questions regarding this, please contact Assistant Mayor Bellwether for more information. She will be able to help you, as long as its in the interests of Zootopia, and not to yourself. Sincerely, Mayor Lionheart."

At the bottom of the letter, was a phone number to Bellwether. Leon growled loudly and grabbed the check. Keeping the note in hand as he went to his car. Alright. Gonna claim my 401K from the ZPD. With that, and this check, I can get what I want. It will take time...careful planning...college classes... the ZPD...the city...Mr. Big...and Nick Wilde. All of you will pay for hurting me and my family. Leon thought as he drove off.


Final part of Nick's story. One month after Tracy's and Ricky's funeral

Nick woke up in the large cozy bed that Mr. Big had for him. This particular room a much warmer temperature to fit the lifestyle of someone who usually lives in Savannah Central. He stretched in his bed and sat up. Wearing only shorts right now. Nick spied the bottle of sleeping pills next to his bed and the half empty glass of water. Over the last month, Nick had understandable trouble sleeping.

Nick had come to terms with what had happened, but the memory still haunted him. Nick got dressed in a green Hawaiian shirt and a blue and gold striped tie. Putting on gray pants as well. Nick walked out to the living room of the manor. 20 degrees colder in here than in the previous room. The living room had a small raised platform that served as the Big Family living room. Several other large couches around the raised platform for larger mammals.

Nick sat on the couch and sighed lightly. Koslov was standing in the back of the room. Nick had grown to be friends with most of the guards. Koslov nodded lightly at Nick. "Morning." He grumbled.

Nick nodded back. "Hey. Where's the boss?" asked Nick.

Koslov pointed with his thumb at the door behind him. "Speaking with Grandmama. About you I think." he said lightly.

Nick nodded and relaxed on the couch. After a few minutes, Two large polar bears walked out from the door Koslov pointed at and set their paws down on the raised platform. Mr. Big and Grandmama came into view as the bears moved away. Mr. Big sitting in his usual chair in the center. Grandmama smiled at Nick as she saw him. Speaking lightly and warmly to him. "Ahh good morning Nicky. We have news. Snowly has completely vanished. His estate has been purchased by a farm. And no one can find him now. It is generally believed that he to college to find a different career path. This means the case has been closed, and Snowly is no longer a problem for the Big Family."

Nick gave a light smile. "That's great news." he said. Trying to sound cheerful. Never wanting to talk about Snowly again.

Mr. Big turned in his chair a bit to face Nick. "That being said, Nicky, I have a business proposition for you. You were caught selling rugs and claimed you didn't have the startup money for your own shop. I will give you a shop, and a few partners to help you manage it. This is my way of thanking you for your service to us." he said happily.

Grandmama nodded lightly. "As long as you are with the family Nicky, you will always have a home here. This is my gift to you for your service."

Nick smiled at both of them and bowed politely. "Thank you Sir and Ma'am." Happy to have a fresh start.

"Now you can screw people out of money legitimately. As long as you don't screw myself or Grandmama over." said Mr. Big in an almost sarcastic tone.

Nick gave his trademark sly grin. "Wouldn't think of it."


*Authors Note* Holy cow that one took forever! Biggest chapter yet too! But I had a lot of ground to cover in that chapter. Now I SERIOUSLY want some legit reviews on this chapter. Did you like how this story is playing out? Did the flashback make sense? Read and Review!

Also, I'm thinking about doing some drawing too. Just some illustrations of certain events by the chapter.