Nick drove slowly down the street toward the bus stop that Judy always took to work, looking down each alley as he drove by. He knew it was a long shot, but he was quickly running out of options. He pulled out his phone and dialed Judy's number yet again and got her voicemail yet again. Concern was starting grow inside him as he drove closer to the bus stop.

With leads running thin, Nick pulled over to the side of the road and dialed the number for Judy's parents. He listened to the phone ring for several seconds when he heard the sound of someone picking up on the other end of the line.

"Yello!" he heard the voice say on the other end of line. "This is Stu Hopps, how can I help you!"

"Yes, Mr. Hopps, this is Officer Nick Wilde with the Zootopia Police Department," Nick began.

"Oh, yeah. Judy's partner, right?" Stu asked.

"Yes, I am. I was wondering..." Nick started.

"Oh, how is she doing? We haven't talked to her this week yet!" Stu interrupted. Realization hit Nick with Stu's statement.

"So, you haven't heard anything from her today?" he asked.

"No, can't say that I have," Stu answered. "Why? Did something happen to her?"

"No! No, nothing like that," Nick lied. "I'm sure it's nothing. I'll talk to you later." With that, Nick hung up the phone before Stu could say anything else. He wanted to end the conversation before it became awkward. Judy had mentioned how much her parents worried and Nick didn't want to add any fuel to the fire.

Nick ran his paw through the fur on top of his head, trying to collect his thoughts that were quickly running out of control.

"Carrots, where did you go?" he asked out loud, as if Judy could somehow hear him. Nick followed every scrap of a lead he could find, which was admittedly not much. He spent all day searching every inch of Judy's route to work, with no luck. Judy had apparently vanished without a trace.

As his shift came to an end, Nick pulled his police cruiser into its parking spot at the precinct. Nick walked through the door and moved to his desk. He logged into the system and began filing a missing person's report. It would take more than one fox to Judy now and the longer she was gone, the less likely it would be that anyone actually found her.

Nick was putting the finishing touches on the report when he felt the presence of someone walking up behind him.

"No luck, Officer Wilde?" Nick heard Chief Bogo's low voice say. He could hear the sadness in the buffalo's voice.

"None, sir," Nick said as he turned in his chair. He wanted to think of some joke to say, but for once in his life, none came.

"Well, finish your report and then get some sleep, Wilde," Bogo said as he turned to leave. Sleep would prove to be far easier said than done. Nick tossed and turned, his mind racing with places he should have looked and people he should have asked.

Nick walked into the precinct the next morning with a large cup of coffee in his left paw. He instinctively moved toward the bench next to the door, only to look up at the last second and realize the bench was once again empty. Nick turned and headed straight toward the bullpen for the morning roll call.

Bogo once again went through the morning routine. The only difference was his mention of the missing person's report for Officer Judy Hopps. Nick could feel the tensions rise throughout the room at the mention of Judy's disappearance. The other officers took cases concerning one their own quite personally.

Yet again, all other officers were given assignments, leaving Nick and Bogo alone. The large buffalo walked up to Nick and towered over the small fox.

"Nick, I know how much you want to look for Judy," he said. "But we have other officers on that case now. Today, you're going to be on speed patrol in the outskirts of Sahara Square. Just take it easy today." As much as he wanted to continue his own search, Nick couldn't argue. He was too tired.

Nick walked out to his cruiser and drove to his first patrol location and parked his car. As each car drove past, Nick repeated the speed readout from radar out loud.

"35..."

"33..."

"37..."

Suddenly a car shot past Nick's position. He didn't even have to look at the radar to know it was going far too fast. A glance at radar confirmed the vehicle was traveling at well over sixty miles per hour. Nick flipped on the lights and started his pursuit. Luckily, the driver of the vehicle noticed Nick trailing him and slowed to a stop along the side of the road. Nick pulled to stop several yards behind him.

"Officer Nick Wilde conducting 11-95 on 5th Street just north of Moore Street," he called over the radio. He exited the vehicle and began walking toward the car, notepad in hand. Just as he walked up to the car, the window started to roll down. The face of a gray goat looked Nick in the eye.

"What can I do for you today, officer?" he asked in a calm tone.

"Do you know how fast you were going back there sir?" Nick asked, raising his notepad and clicking the pen.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Kinda zoned out there..." The goat responded.

"Well, you were going sixty-seven in a thirty-five zone, sir. I need to see your licence and registration," Nick asked flatly. He was in no mood to deal with all the formality of a routine traffic stop. As the goat reached into the glove box for the required documents, Nick's eyes noted what appeared to be movement in the back seat.

Nick kept his eyes on that area of the car even as the goat turned and handed Nick his licence and registration. Nick looked over the document and was just about to walk back to his cruiser to verify the information when the movement caught his eye once again.

"Sir, could you please step out of the car?" Nick asked, though it was more of a command. The goat let out an annoyed sigh.

"Why?" the goat asked with anger starting to grow in his voice. "On what grounds?" Nick was about to answer when he saw more movement from the back seat and now could clearly make it out as struggling. He quickly backed away from the car several steps and drew his sidearm, keeping it pointed at the ground.

"Sir, place your hooves on the wheel and don't move." With his free hand, Nick reached for the radio on his belt. "This is Officer Wilde, requesting assistance for a possible 2-07: 5th Street just north of Moore Street." As he spoke, he saw the goat's hooves start to move out of sight. He raised his sidearm slightly.

"Sir, keep your hooves where I can see them." Nick kept the goat still until another squad car pulled up to the scene. Officers Delgato and Fangmeyer stepped out and moved toward the suspects car, opening the door and pulling the driver out. Nick moved toward the car as the other officers placed the goat in handcuffs. He slowly opened the back door.

"Carrots?"