Author's Note: Oops! Apparently a lot of you want a sneak peek into what's happening to the characters of my story "after the end", so how about several chapters explaining things like that? The timeline of these will be up until ten years after the series is over. I hope you enjoy!

Gideon Grey had a pretty good life. Why, just a year or so after Judy and Nick's wedding, which had made him tear up a little bit, he met his own special vixen. She was a red fox by the name of Veronica Denn, and to him she was prettier than a freshly-picked plum. They were wed and had children soon after. Two twins named James and John, and a little girl named Esther.

Once they were married, Veronica proved to be somewhat of a naggy wife. Gideon didn't know whether it was because he himself was so soft that he let her nag him, or if it was because he was soft that she nagged him. Either way, he did love her and she was sweet to him, as long as he was doing everything right.

Though of course sometimes it was hard to know what exactly "everything right" was; Gideon felt like it could change at any time.

Gideon remained the best pastry chef in the tri-burrows. He was quite humble about it and claimed there was no secret to his success, just good old-fashioned care and attention, and the produce from the Hopps' farm didn't hurt either. Though interviewers didn't often like writing stories about Gideon because he was kind of boring in his incredible humility, the editors of their publications would demand their stories, because Gideon had his fans. His fans were of course hungry for his pies, and the secrets thereof.

"How do you feel about being the top pastry chef in the tri-burrows?" The most popular question, of course.

"Aw, I ain't really that good, am I?" Gideon's answer was always humble and joined with a scratch to the back of his head. "There's really nothin' I do that's that special, anyhow. Just make pies n' cakes n' cookies n' stuff. Gladja like 'em."

"Do you feel like you'll retire any time soon?" This was a question that was levied at him quite often as well. Gideon would always just gently swipe a paw before he answered.

"I love bakin'," he'd begin, "It ain't really that stressful, it's relaxin', easy on the body. Heck, I figure I might as well be makin' pies 'till they put me in the ground."

Rather surprisingly, twelve or so years after the Hopps' marriage, there was a plot brewing to do just that. A small jealous fluffle of baker bunnies that was tired of losing every single bake-off to Gideon Grey banded together and decided to send him a message. The message was in the form of a really rotten pie shoved into his mailbox, with a note inside.

[RELEASE YOUR BAKING SECRETS AND RECIPES TO THE PUBLIC OR YOU WONT LIVE TO SEE THE NEXT FAIR] The message read. Gideon was terrified when he read the message, but he did notice that an apostrophe was missing in "won't". Didn't they teach kits anything in school these days?

Gideon of course was quite distressed and ready to give away his secrets and methods at the drop of a hat. His wife, naturally, scolded him heavily for this. "It ain't... nothin' I do ain't that special, Veronica! It ain't worth my pride before my life!"

"You think they won't just kill you anyway?" Veronica snapped. "You have to get the authorities involved, Gid! This ain't no jokin' matter!"

Fortunately for Gideon, and unfortunately for his enemies, the Bunnyburrow Sheriff's Department had a couple of rising stars. They were actually two of Judy's oldest cousins, a couple of cream-and-white bunnies that were slightly taller than her and both looked nearly precisely like each other, despite one being female and one being male. Their names were Peter and Carol Hopps.

Peter and Carol had quickly rose to notoriety in Bunnyburrow for their bad-buns, no-nonsense attitude. Though just a couple of bunnies, they had begun to strike fear into the hearts of small-time crooks all over Bunnyburrow. For their relentless efforts, their chief, Edward Hoofhands, had given them both rather ironic nicknames:

Peaches and Cream.

Rather than be insulted, the two Hopps gladly accepted their new monikers and refused to be called anything else on the job. Cream's interrogation technique was said to be terrifying. Her gritty and husky voice could make grown rabbit bucks pellet themselves. Peaches was taciturn and never said very much of anything, but he became legendary for his shooting skills. They said if you put a gun in his hand, whether it shot darts, stun charges, or rubber bullets, he'd never miss. At least, he would claim that. None of the criminals he put away had the fluff to claim otherwise.

"Looks like ol' Gideon Grey has gotten himself into a bit of trouble," Cream said, slinging a case file over to Peaches and sitting on his desk. Peaches read it, grunting, reclined back in his chair. "Don't sit right with me."

"Uh-uh," Peaches shook his head, his voice even more gravely than his sister's. "Ain't right. Innit a conflict a' interest, though? The Hopps n' the Greys is thicker'n soup."

"We're doin' the case anyway, Peaches," Cream said stonily. "Ain't our fault our uncle signed 'im on."

"Yes ma'am," Peaches got up and went to get their cruiser.

Peaches and Cream never, ever smiled on the job, or betrayed anything but contempt for the world around them. When they traced the rotten fruit of the warning pie to a pig's farm, the pig squealed literally and figuratively after only five minutes with Cream. The two greeted the culprits, planning their take-down of Gideon Grey, in an otherwise empty hay silo.

"Nobody move," Peaches warned. When everyone in the room did, Peaches was able to put his frighteningly quick tranquilizer dart reloading skill to good use, whipping them out one after another from a belt slung diagonally across his uniform. For her part, Cream did also hit her target with one. Peaches chewed on the straw he often had in his mouth.

"Sleepin' like kits," Cream remarked, but still, no smile. The two gave each other an emotionless high-five, and the unconscious bunnies were piled into their cruiser.

Other than that incident, Gideon Grey's life went by fairly peacefully. As his kits grew into adults, they started to become a bit restless. Esther wanted some land of her own, and the twins were fairly good with their hands, but weren't showing their fathers' talent for baking.

Little did the Grey family know that they would be getting a surprise fairly soon.