Well, hello, once again, from me! I'll try to make this my longest chapter yet! Exited? I know I am! Now remember where we left off? Aww, poor Nick, I hope he feels better! But what about Judy? Let's find out, shall we?

Disclaimer: I don't own Zootopia or any of the characters blah blah blah. Oh, but I do own the plot!

Judy's POV:

There was only one thing that went through my mind when I saw my blue bedside stand, being awakened rudely by my rigging phone (even before I checked who was calling me) was Nick. He gave it to me for my 23d birthday, the stand I mean, not the phone. It was so... Nick! Just like him! And I love it. Normally someone would give you a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate accompanied by a nice "Happy Birthday! Have a nice day!" card from the $5 store downtown. But not Nick. When he stumbled in with a box that almost couldn't fit through my door, I was, well, surprised! I can recall how I played it over and over in my head of what it could be. A new TV? No, that is way too expensive and Nick doesn't have that kind of money. A new stove? Definitely not, he knows purrfectly well that I can't cook. A... uhm... painting perhaps. What, a painting that's the size of a small recliner? O, it could be a small recliner! But then again, that box is too small, even for a bunny-recliner... And so it went on. Over and over in my head, the curiosity almost strangling me. When I unboxed it, I jumped on him, overcome with sheer joy. I almost kissed him right there and then, but I wasn't that giddy, so I settled for a hug. But an extra-long one, of course! Even though it was my birthday, that didn't give me the permission needed to freak him out. I still couldn't quite get over it. He is my partner and my best friend. My only friend, I reminded myself. The rest of the force still just saw me as an in-the-way-needy bunny. But not Nick. He was different. When I first saw him, I was bedazzled. My breath caught in my throat. He was purrfect. I still remembers the shivers that ran up and down my spine. I was stunned. Frozen. And I remained so for a very long time. I only started to thaw out a while ago. When he became my partner I could only think one thing.

I have a chance.

It was almost a year after the Night Howler's case, and all else failed, so I clung to hope. Well, nothing failed really, because I didn't make any moves that could fail. I didn't ask him out, I didn't have sleepovers at his place, he didn't have sleepovers at mine, I didn't have dinner with him, nothing. Only work. Why? Well, the two tools that work the best, when you just want to kill someone with your love, but don't want to tell them, (I found quite useful) is; One, denial and two, to be careful. So careful that you are scared. Scared to say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, walk the wrong way, even look at him in a loving (wrong) way, which was incredibly hard to do. And it was killing me. I wanted to grab him, kiss him violently, telling him that I'll never let him go. Never let him go.

But that was only in my dreams. Every night, when I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to take me, I would whisper Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick over and over to dark room, hoping to dream about him. In dreams, if I fucked it up, I didn't have to give up our friendship because of it at least. Because it was always just a dream. But I will always remember all those times I would wake up in tears, whispering "No, please Nick. Come back. I didn't mean it! Please come back... please", still half asleep, then bursting out in tears and just crying of relief when I find out it that it was just a dream.

Later I became so lonely, I started talking to myself. The only thing that kept me from complete insanity is the hugs I got every morning from Nick. "Soooo," I'll say, standing in front of an open fridge, deciding what to have for dinner. "If I take onions, blueberries, carrots, a bit of thyme and... hmm... let's see... some garlic? No, that won't do. I can't cook remember? Uhm... what about..." And so it went. I considered starting to see a shrink, but decided against it. I didn't have the time. Between my work and singing lessons, I was quite busy. Yes, I took singing lessons. The one thing I was better at than solving cases. And I loved it, mainly because that filled my life with wonder. And fantasies. I found it especially helpful after a long day at work with Nick. I would sit next to him, and he would talk and talk and talk and all I could think while listening to his beautiful voice was; I really need to kiss him someday. It would later become too intense for me, so I would just take my work home. I didn't like doing it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Especially... oh dog... when he smiled at me. His green eyes looking at me, with that cute-, no beautiful, lazy smile of his. The feeling of adoration and love fur him would be so strong, all I could do was to not rest my head on his shoulder, or take his hand which was laying lazily on the bench next to him, or even to... kiss him. I shuddered. At times like that, I just had to get away. Before I did something stupid like say; "I love you". So in my car I had a lot, and I meant a lot, of jazz CDs. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Glenn Miller, Billy Holiday and much more. I would put one in, and on my way home (a 30 minute drive, mostly 1 hour because of traffic) I would sing. Loudly. "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling kiss me..." and "No one to talk with, all by myself. No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf. Ain't Misbehaven', savin' all my love for you, for you, for you, for you..." I would sing these old songs over and over and over, so much that I knew the words off by heart.

This is why I didn't know how to respond when he called me.

*Ring Ring*

I was still half asleep when I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I said

I expected it to be him. He is the only one who would do something crazy like call my in the middle of the night. What I didn't expect was him practically hysterically screamed on the phone.

"Judy! It's me! Are you okay? Where are you? Are you hurt? Do you-"

I had to stop him, for he would never stop on his own when he was worried. Wait, if that's the case then that must mean he is upset or worried. So why would Nick be worried so early in the morning? "Whoa, whoa Nick! One question at a time!" I tried to suppress a yawn, but failed miserably. "Why are you calling me…" I turned my head to look at the green illuminated watch on my blue bedside stand. Just looking at the blue wood made me smile "... 2:48 in the morning?" I started rambling in a serious tone, even though I was stilled smiling because of the present. "We have a briefing tomorrow morning 6:00 am sharp! And I'm not even starting about how much-"

"Carrots?"

I froze, suddenly wide awake. He didn't sound like he sounded just a minute ago. He sounded… small. And scared. And my heart almost broke.

"I need you Carrots. Now more than ever", he said in an almost whimpered like tone.

Not for the first time in his presence, whether it is over the phone or in person, I froze.

But firstly, I had to respond. ""Oh my god, are you okay." Now it was my turn to ramble on into infinity. "Are you hurt? What happened? Why are-" He interrupted. "I dreamt something. Something bad." My breath stopped cold in my throat. I almost said, so do I.

But wait. I was still fazed by his previous statement. He needs… me? Why? He has lots of friends! A whole group he could choose from, being all these years in Zootopia. I was here just for about 2 years now, and even with me being here so long, my work kept me way too busy to make and keep friends. Which little time I had left in my day, I sang away. I'm just his partner, and even though he is my best friend, that doesn't mean I am necessarily his. Why would he need me? I always thought that I'm just one of the masses to him. So why would he choose me, out of all animals?

"Carrots?" he said again, almost beggingly, bringing me back down to earth, remembering that I had to answer him.

"I'm on my way. Just hold on. Whatever it is, we'll work it out," I said, thinking that, even though it is like almost 3 am, I would not let him down. Even after all the emotional pain he caused you? a little voice in the back of my head asked me, but I ignored it. "See you soon."

I would not leave my partner-, no I would not leave my friend alone in the darkness.

After the Night Howler case I promised myself something.

That I would never, ever let Nick down.

No matter the cost.

Wow, someone really cares, huh? So how far will Judy really be willing to go for Nick? I guess you'll have to find out the hard way. I hope you liked my puns XD. The two songs are actual Jazz songs, because I love Jazz. The first one is called Fly me to the moon, by Frank Sinatra and the second one Ain't' Misbehaven', by Fats Waller. Not sure if Frank actually wrote it, but I don't think so. Same with Fats's song. Well, this one is WAY longer than the previous one, but I like it. It's fun to write. But also fun to read REVIEWS! So please leave them for me. It keeps me MOTIVATED.

So goodbye until next time, all you beautiful people of the internet!