Chapter Summary
It is not guns, knives, claws, teeth, or muscle that take out the most officers in Zootopia, it's cold hard Detrot steel.
Chapter Notes
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
Two years on patrol, Judy Hopps had not gotten her shield. At a cool twenty-six years, she was a career hare with aspirations and expectations. Plans changed, and she rather liked patrol. She knew the neighborhoods, the regulars, there were opportunities. Precinct 1's various SWAT teams were all welcoming. It was not a joke, that one could call her the most accredited rabbit on the force...and now, she was learning the ropes of High Risk Warrants and Emergency Response. There were a lot of things a rabbit could do that was useful to a SWAT commander. Mostly it involved crawling into deep dark holes with a drill and fiber optic camera.
Judy flashed her lights, a some old granny wolf driving with her blinkers on. A quick warning and maybe a welfare check. Where were her thoughts? Ah, yes. It surprised her when it was Nick who decided to take a position with not Robbery-Anicide, Intelligence, or hell even Vice. No, he had been snatched up by Special Fraud. Made sense, he had spent most of his adult life skirting the technicalities. He knew things that qualified him for a CPA and Business Law degree. He was not so much a puzzle solver, as he knew how to make them. He would do good there.
A promise to reunite as partners in two years was outstanding between them, stepping stones. Career stepping stones. On the way to Major Cases, it was their shared root after all.
Hard of hearing wolf, off to the pharmacy. She's a little shaky, and full of vinegar. Judy can't not maybe take her in. License is expired, and this granny is no where near the pharmacy. She steps away to check Yowl. Place has been closed for a year. Maybe it's time to get the EMT and a social worker down here. Eyes on her phone, she doesn't see what happens next. She doesn't see the bright yellow Lambo driven by a frat bro of a deer, messing with his doefriend. A bit of shirt caught on his antlers.
Her dash cam does, it records without hesitation or bias. As she stands at the corner of a old huge sedan, the kind of fuck off gas guzzler no one drives any more, she doesn't see the Lambo going eighty come into frame. There is no time, no chance, as the two ton steel brick slams into her and sends her flying. The thing screeches and there is a elderly cry, the Lambo gets onto the sidewalk and the granny's rear fender is smashed in.
There is barely a pause before phones come up and the Lambo speeds off, missing most of its left side.
Officer Hopps is down, struggling to rise, paws clamoring for a radio as bystanders start to gather. A few taking pictures or video as the rabbit on the ground struggles to breath. She is still alive, she is still alive. She struggles with her vest, her chest. It is to her credit, that she had been seen, as 911 calls flood in. About her. Some cop smashed by a hit and run driver. It is too her luck, that a med student is near, still in scrubs from their class at a nearby teaching hospital. Ribs and bones are broken, skin and fur lost, all Judy Hopps knows is pain before everything goes dark.
She will wake up in Saint Peter's Teaching Hospital, her chest and hips in casts, and no memory of what happened to bring her there.
It is just as well. Judy Hopps is a rabbit with aspirations and expectations, and she has a promise to keep.