Nick stayed with Judy at the hospital as long as they would allow, but at around midnight, a leopard nurse came into the room and said, "Officer Wilde, it's time for you to go. Your friend will be well taken care of."

He reluctantly followed the leopard out of the room.

The next morning, Nick slid wearily into his and Judy's chair at the ZPD. His thoughts on Judy, he barely noticed as Chief Bogo rattled off the day's assignments. When the fox looked up, he and Bogo were alone in the room. "Did you hear what I just said?" the chief asked.

The fox shook his head.

"A weasel—an acquaintance of yours, if I recall correctly—was arrested this morning. As they were taking him back here, he somehow found his way out of the car, injured both officers, and escaped." Slamming a thin stack of papers in front of the fox, Bogo sauntered out of the room. "Find him," he called over his shoulder.

Shoving the papers aside, Nick thought, if I know this weasel, I know where to find him!

Awhile later, Nick arrived in a wide, dilapidated alley. "I know you're here," he called, knowing the weasel would show himself.

"Ah, Wilde," came a nasal voice, "the traitor. Bet they don't know about your past at that beloved police station of yours, now do they?"

"They do," Nick replied calmly. "And they also know that the old fox is in the past."

"Or is he?" the weasel cackled.

The fox smirked. "Am I intimidated? No, no I'm not. Come on, buddy, you're under arrest."

"Whatever ya say, copper," the weasel replied. "But don't let your guard down just yet."

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Judy woke up groggily. She yawned, looking around her. At that moment, her leopard nurse walked in. "afternoon, Mis Hopps," she said with a lilting voice. "How are you?"

"Bored," Judy admitted. She despised being forced to stay still.

The leopard laughed. "Your friend Wilde called at least ten times while you were asleep. You should call him back."

The door clicked shut, leaving Judy alone. Ten times? She thought. That's an awful lot. She picked up the phone to dial her partner.

Nick picked up immediately. "Hey, Carrots!" he said, his voice displaying his obvious relief. "How are ya feeling?"

She smiled at the familiar voice. "Ready to get out of here."

"No way they patched you up that fast," he replied, "Even with the new technology."

"Well, they did. You going to pick me up or not?"

Nick laughed into the phone and hung up. Seriously? Judy thought indignantly. Shaking her head, she whispered, "and to think I might be falling for him!"

Not even thirty seconds later, a knock sounded on Judy's door; Nick opened it without permission. "You didn't really think I'd leave you stranded, did you?"

The bunny grinned against her will. "That was mean," she smiled into his shirt as she jumped up and hugged him.

"You bunnies. So emotional," Nick replied. It was a rather hypocritical comment, considering the tears in his eyes.

The next morning, Chief Bogo called Nick into his office prior to the group meeting. Not wanting to be separated from her, the fox grabbed his partner's arm and dragged her with him. Bogo eyed the pair wearily as he announced, "Our weasel friend had some interesting things to say yesterday."

Nick felt his cheeks grow hot as he sensed Judy's confused gaze on him. She wasn't going to stop trusting him now, was she? "Such as...?" he asked, addressing Bogo.

"Well, for one, he says you've kept in contact with some of your old...friends."

"You mean Finnick?" the fox asked, suddenly amused.

"Yes. Is it true?"

Nick grinned. "It is. Don't worry, nothing too scandalous."

Gesturing to Nick's phone, Bogo asked, "May I?"

He handed it over willingly. After a few seconds and a smirk or two, the chief handed the phone back. "Oh, and one more thing," he said as they turned to leave. "He says you helped him escape."