Authors Notice: Sooo..Heeey! Look what's back..soo..hmmm...to be honest I've had this story finished a while ago, but upon looking on the previous chapters, I wasn't particularly happy with them..mmm..and that's why I've been trying to re-work the later chapters in hopes of improving.

Chapter 16: Overdose

During his time in the academy, Nick was taught many things that a police officer should know: how to handle weaponry, taking down perps, self-defense (though he would spice these moves up with his own style of dirty fighting) and naturally, he had to put all of that to use at any given moment. However, as he stepped into the forgotten crack house, Nick couldn't help feeling that all those lessons had vacated themselves from his mind and moved to Florida.

One issue with having Judy for a partner was that she was so eager and proficient at these things, that it was kind of easy to take a backseat position and simply provide backup. Because of this, now that she was gone, it felt like Nick was out of practice and unsure of what to do.

He had no idea how many were inside the old crackhouse; every corner and every door was a potential spot for an ambush, he had no way of knowing how many were inside the vicinity, how well-armed they were or where they could be holding Judy. Just then, Nick felt a hand on his shoulder, looking back to see Honeys concerned face.

"Hey, you alright Nicky?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah Honey, just trying to process this, that's all," the fox replied, giving his usual cocky grin before moving his gaze towards the staircase. "There's just so many places for blank spots."

"Yeah, and lots of ground to cover." Finnick piped in and wiped his nose. "Do you think we should split up?"

"I'd suggest against that," Honey added, her eyes darting around. "That would make us kinda easy to pick off."

"Yeah, if we were in a horror movie," Finnick added. "But we're armed and got the element of surprise on our side… Unless that piece of shit Midnight sold us out."

Nick thought about what the two said; on one hand Finnick had a point. If they split up they could find Judy faster. But, Honey also had a point, and he'd seen enough movies to know that splitting up was usually a mistake. Biting his lower lip, the fox weighted both pros and cons before looking at his companions with a determined look.

"I think we should split up, the sooner we find Carrots, the faster we can get out of here. We'll keep contact through our cellphones, so that when we find something important, we can update the other about it. Just make sure to mute the sound," he muttered, his gaze moving up against against a staircase nearby. "I'll take the second floor, Fin, you go to the third and Honey, you cover this one. We'll rendezcous here right after doing a sweep."

The two nodded in silence as they prepared their weapons, before going up Nick stopped and looked back at his friends.

"No heroics, you hear me? If you find Judy or run into any trouble, don't go in guns blazing. Just text Clawhauser and tell him to get everything the force can muster to this adress."

"But Nick, if they find you here, they'll arrest you for escaping," Honey said. "You may even have to give up your badge…"

Nick looked at the badger and gave off a long sigh.

"I know… I knew that the moment I decided to run away. But it doesn't matter what happens to me, as long as Judy comes out of this alive."

Honey and Finnick shared a look, before turn their heads back and giving the fox an understanding nod. Nick took a deep breath and then proceeded up the stairs. Honey continued down the corridor of the first floor.

Little did any of them know that their element of surprise weren't even present to begin with, as hidden within a large hole in a nearby wall, was a hidden camera that had already streamed everything to a control room that was located in the basement of the building. There, among the illuminated monitors, was a pair of eyes that watched the trio go their separate paths. The owner of these eyes smiled and began to type a message on his phone, which he shared through a furbook-group, deviously titled "The Rabbiting."

"Gentlemen, it seems we have some guests~" He wrote and incorporated a GIF of a cartoon fly that desperately tried to escape from a spider-net. He then continued: "Please, give show them some hospitality, while I prepare the hostess~"

In the meantime, Judy was desperately trying to pick the lock for the handcuff on her leg, using a metall-spring from the mattress she was sitting on. She mentally cursed the fact that it wasn't as easy as it looked like on MacGyver.
Just then, she heard the locks on the door unlocking. She quickly placed the spring in the back-pocket of her pants shifted into a less conspicuous position. As the door opened, a pair of masked rams stepped into the room, one of them armed with a pump action shotgun; Judy eyed the two with silence and venom. But the two clearly didn't care for those stares, as the one without the shotgun grabbed the chain from the cuffs and pulled Judy closer.

"Seems like your friends arrived ahead of time." The ram murmured, making Judy's eyebrow go up. "So, we're gonna change our plans a wee bit~"

The gears in Judy's head began to turn, wondering who it could be that had managed find her so soon. However, those thoughts were pushed away, as the ram grabbed her shirt and began to pull it up.

"H-Hey! The hell you doing!" Judy exclaimed, trying her best to struggle against it.

The ram didn't respond, as he slipped her shirt over her head, and then grabbed her by her throat and proceed to rip her pants off. He then whistled upon seeing just in her undergarments, his eyes scanning her legs as Judy noticed a hunger in them that didn't like at all.

"Not a bad little bod on this bunny-wabbit, eh Ted?" He spoke to the other ram, and his hoof travelled across her right hip. Judy tensed up, and her instinctively reached for her pants, which had been tossed behind ber.

The other ram, the one called "Ted" gave his colleague a disdainful look.

"We don't have the time for this Bill."

The one called "Bill" gave off a disappointed groan as moved his face closer to Judy's, failing to notice what her was grasping behind her back.

"Too bad… She's all smooth and tiny, like a stuffed toy. I'd wouldn't mind adding some extra stuff-"

Bills disgusting suggestions were halted and replaced with a pained scream as Judy jammed a metal-spring straight into his face. The ram reeled back from her while clutching his right eye, where a thick stream of blood began to ooze and travel down his cheek. Judy hissed in anger,

"Ngh…F-Fucking b-bitch! I-I'll rip your head for this!" The ram snarled, being in too much pain to do anything else.

"Serves you right you disgusting freak," Ted muttered, showing not a shred of sympathy for Bill. "The boss wants her alive and intact for this, so if you decide to go against her orders, you deserve anything you get!"

After saying this, Ted moved forward towards Judy, gazing at her with intense dislike.

"Give us a smile, why don't you? You're gonna be on TV soon."

And before Judy could process this new information, the butt of the shotgun connected with her face. She could only perceive a flash of light before the darkness consumed her.

"F-F-Fucking..p-pred..l..lover.." Bill mumbled to himself, as he carefully tried to remove the spring.

The beeping of the alarm clock was sudden, causing the ocelot's eyes to slowly open. Sitting up, she scanned her surroundings and found herself in someone's bedroom. Her clothes were tossed around the room, and by the looks of it, so were the clothing of somebody else. Turning her head, she noticed a male caracal sleeping next to her; that's when she recalled where she was and what has happened between her and her neighbor. Rubbing her eyes, she mentally chastised herself for letting it go this far.

It had been pleasant enough. Initially Christopher had been a little too careful, as he had noticed more of her bruises the further they went. But after some coaxing and assurances, they had managed to reach a passionate rhythm, which Alexi's hadn't experienced in quite a while. Sure, whenever she had tand itch, she had found ways to scratch it, but this had been different. More… Full-filling one might say.

Looking at him again, she gently stroke his cheek, before carefully getting out of bed. Putting her clothes back on, Alexis was thinking about what she had to do next; there was no way she could continue with her job or stay at this place after this. The best option would be to move to a different location, and tell Christopher that she had simply been caught in the moment. Adjusting her tie, she looked again at how blissfully he slept, bringing a faint smile to the Ocelots muzzle.

"I'm sorry…" She mumbled before leaving the room.

However, as she opened the door and was about to leave the apartment, she found the doorway blocked by another female. Taking a step back, Alexis saw that it was another caracal, looking like she was somewhere in her 30's, her clothing being a simple Burgundy dress and with a bag slumped over her shoulder. Alexis quickly recognized the girl as Christopher's older sister, recalling the picture she had seen of his family.

The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before the girl huffed in surprise and finally spoke.

"Oh..mm…Pardon me, I must be at the wrong door," she said and cracked an apologetic smile. "I could have sworn this was the right apa-"

But then she froze and tilted her head to the side with an amused expression, prompting Alexis to look back and seeing Christopher coming out the bedroom. Mentally she thanked him for putting some pants on, it was a shame that he hadn't put the same effort into finding a shirt.
Rubbing his eyes, he then slipped on his glasses and then instantly meeped. Alexis turned her head back, and noticed a strange little smile on the other female's lips, as well as a glimmer in her eyes.

"Well, it's about time my little brother got a girl at his place," she purred. "He didn't even bother to inform me about this occasion."

"I..I..I didn't know you were gonna come today," Chris stammered and swallowed nervously. "An..and..It's not w-what you think..I..m..she..we..mm…"

"Oh relax, I'm just messing with you," the sister murmured before stepping inside. "Maybe now mom and dad will get off your case."

"Oi, Aafia quit it!" Christopher exclaimed, his cheeks growing hotter from embarrassment.

Aafia giggled, as she looked back at Alexis, before looking back at her younger brother once again.

"So how long have you been dating her?" She asked in their native language. "And why didn't you least tell me? I get mom and dad, but c'mon little bro!"

"I..I..It just..Happened s-so suddenly." Christopher muttered under his breath, as he was struggled to come up with a proper explanation.

"I forgot the keys to my place, your brother was nice enough to let me stay" Alexis spoke out, getting surprised stares, especially from Chris. "I apologize for the misunderstanding or making the wrong impression. I'm Sally Babou by the way."

Aafia blinked, but then smiled as she took Alexi's hand and shook it gently, but was surprised by how firm the Ocelots palm felt.

"Well, pleasure to meet you. I'm Aafia," the female caracal murmured sweetly. "Gotta say, you are quite fluent. You travel or something?"

"Heh, not exactly I just work as a адвокатом (lawyer), so I learned a little bit," the ocelot lied once more, flashing her best friendly smile. "It..mm..Means I'm a lawyer, sorry sometimes I tend to speak in Russian."

"Really now? Kinda rare to see a lawyer living in this part of the city," Aafia noted. "Well, still pleasure to meet you. Not surprised my lil' bro helped you. He's a sweetie like that~"

Blushing deeper, Christopher looked at Alexis and noticed her giving him a quick wink before heading for the door, as she then was stopped by feeling Christopher's hand in her palm. Looking back, she saw him giving a soft smile as he then whispered under his breath.

"T-Thank you..f-for covering for me..and..m..f-for last night," he whispered.

Giving a faint smile back, Alexis nodded.

"Thank you for being such a gentleman. That is very rare these days," she said and then left the apartment.

As soon as she stepped into her flat, the Ocelot slid down against the door as she rubbed her eyes and then punching the door with her bandaged up palm.

"Stupid, sentimental bitch…" She muttered to herself, and then made her way towards her bedroom.

Once inside, she removed her jacket as she pulled out the revolver from the holster (it had been a pure miracle that Chris hadn't noticed it last night). Putting a bullet in it, the ocelot spinned the chamber and then pressed the barrel to her head, feeling her finger press against the trigger. She wanted to pull it, but for some reason, her finger didn't move. Her grip around the gun tightened so hard that her fingers grew pale, but she still couldn't do it. She dropped the gun on the floor and then simply dropped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Stealthily trudging through the old house, Nick kept all of his senses on full alert. However, with the strange mixture of smells that infested this place, it was pretty damn hard to catch Judy's scent or that of the kidnappers. Still, he made sure to keep careful, and as he checked every room he saw the same picture every time: old mattresses stained with whatever fluids imaginable to one's mind, empty bottles, syringes, some broken furniture and boarded up windows. But Nick soldiered on, until his ears twitched to a strange sound coming from around the corner; the fox felt his heart rate grow to a rapid pace.

Okay…calm down you idiot. Control your breathing Nick thought to himself as he crept towards the corner. Just relax…count to five…inhale…count to five and exhale…

As he managed to steady his heart and breathing, he carefully peeked around the corner and noticed two figures moving into one of the rooms on the left. By the look of it, he seemed to have a perfect drop in on them. He probably should've waited for Honey and Finnick; but time felt like it was of the essence, and he needed to find some sort of concrete evidence that his partner was here before he could contact the force, so the fox decided to risk it. Sneaking closer, he then peeked through and saw two rams as they were busy talking about something; just as the fox was ready to pounce out he suddenly felt a cold piece of metal pressed against the back of his head.

"Drop the gun, jail-breaker," said the voice behind Nick, making the fox curse and drop his firearm. "Good boy~"

Looking back, Nick narrowed his eyes as he met face to face with the familiar, fatty frame of a raccoon. Flashing his sharp teeth, the raccoon pulled back the hammer of the pistol, his eyes narrowing.

"Tch….Why am I not surprised, that you'd be here?" Nick growled, as the fox pulled out his pistol and tossed it away as well. "Where is Judy you smug little bastard?"

"Oh, don't you worry, you'll see her soon enough~" Richter purred, as he then whacked Nick on the back of her head. "Though I can't say that said meeting will be a happy one~"

As the vulpine collapsed on the floor, Richter nodded at the two figures, who dragged Nick into the room.

Meanwhile, on the floor above, Finnick was having his own troubles. He had just approached an open from which the fennec had heard some movement. Gritting his teeth, he carefully opened the door. Just as he did a barrage of bullets flew out. The fennec cursed under his breath and jumped the side, waiting for the shooting to stop; for once he was happy about his low stature, as if he had been just a bit taller, his head would've been like Swiss cheese by now. His ears twitched to the sound of empty clips hitting the ground; that was the sign to go. Pulling out one of the flashbang grenades, he pulled out a pin and then tossed the grenade into the room before going back into cover. A loud bang and flash came from the room, followed by yelps of pain; smirking Finnick rushed inside blasting the two thugs away; exhaling he dropped against the flipped over table. He eyed the two dead thugs while the smell of gunpowder and blood entered his nostrils.

"The things I do for this idiot…" Finnick muttered and pulled out his cellphone. He considered this evidence enough, and was about to text Clawhauser when he heard a sound coming from down below. He noticed a quarter-sized hole in the floor nearby and decided to peek through it. "What the hell…?"

Below him, the fennec could see a barely conscious Nick being strapped to an operating table with two rams and a raccoon looming over him, along with a sheep. Blinking several times, Finnick could see his friend starting to come back to his senses while one of the rams produced what was clearly a ZPD tranq pistol, but instead of a common knock out dart,as the sheep loaded it with a transparent dart with that contained a strange, yellow liquid.

"Ngh..T-The hell you bastards planning?!" Nick asked, growling as he tried to break free from his binds, but then noticed the tranq pistol. "Hey, I'd like to let you know that I already had my shots this year."

"Humph..Very funny, you stupid pred," the sheep said, as he pressed Nick's face on the table while aiming at the gun at his shoulder. "Let's see how well you'll crack jokes after this."

Then, Nick felt the liquid getting injected into him.

Looking through the hole in horror, Finnick could first his friend laying still. But then, all of a sudden, the he began to trash around and scream in pain and fury. His fur began to stand up, his claws coming out as he snarled, frothed at the mouth and tried to get loose and attack the people that stood around him.

"Well, well seems like our new formula works better than expected," the ram said. "I think he's quite ready for his hunt."

The other ram placed a muzzle and a leash onto Nick's face. Finnick had enough, sending a panicky message to Clawhauser before rushing down the stairs in order to find Honey. In his mind, the fennec was practically praying to whatever Gods, that Judy was safe and the paramedics could help Nick.