Darkness, dissolving into a bright light. Silence, replaced by the chatting voices of her siblings. And the grogginess of waking up from unconsciousness. These were the things that Judy was intimately familiar with. Being a country bunny and having a family as large as hers meant that each of the children got unto his fair share of trouble. The future cop doe even more so, since she dedicated a lot of time to prepare herself for the upcoming career.

But this time it was not the case. Even though she did not feel the usual dull throbbing in her head that accompanied her after getting her head meet some hard surface, Judy did not care to see this as a good sign at the moment. She tried to move, but could not. Something prevented her from opening her eyes and no sound reached the bunny's ears. Thrown off by the situation she found herself in, Judy panicked. Her body started thrashing around, trying to free itself out of the boundaries set by the invisible foe, her instincts screaming of danger and imminent death, heart beating a staccato. It took an insurmountable effort to will herself to start calming down before she wasted all the strength she had.

Finally, Judy took control of her faculties, willing her pulse to return back to norm (or as close as possible). Focusing on her breathing and turning on her cop mode, Judy tried to assess her situation. So, she knew she was completely awake and aware. But no stimulant reached her eyes or ears, and it definitely was not because of her own malfunctioning. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, ears blocked by some kind of plug ins, and she herself was tied to a chair. Not in a sloppy manner too, but rather thoroughly and professionally. Each leg was bound to a separate leg, while her arms were kept apart by a metal tube, tied to the chair's backrest. Worst thing so far were the plastic binders used. Judy could not reach them with her teeth, and had no hope of tearing them, since those things were sturdy enough to survive a wolf's struggle. A mere bunny was no match for the modern technology. But technology was not at fault here, and the cop doe knew it. Behind it was a mind, devious and cunning enough to lure her in and tie her up with out leaving a single chance at getting out. A shudder ran down her spine. Whoever was behind this, he definitely did not intend this as a simple get together. She was a hostage. And being someone as visible as she was... This someone wanted to play something big.

Wait, if that is true, how did you get out of that? - this time the salad was not enough to keep Francine's mouth occupied. The withering glare she got from her colleagues and the sound of one bunny foot thumping on the leg of a chair were the only things that met her question. Even though she was among the biggest mammals around the Precinct, it seemed that her curiosity was even larger. That was part of what

made her such a good cop. She never stopped asking questions, no matter how insignificant, unimportant, unrelated or obviously to be answered a bit sooner they were. Which made her a good cop. And a lousy listener.

Um, right. Zipping up. - the elephant made a motion of doing just that with her trunk and waved at Judy to continue. Giving the big cop a two fingered "I watch you" gesture, just for good measure, bunny doe went on.

Judy didn't know how many time have passed since she left her car. Tomorrow was supposed to be her day off and she had a call scheduled with her parents. They would probably freak out again and start pestering Nick about their wayward daughter (they finally came to terms with the covers she made in her life, but that didn't stop them from grumbling) until he promised to check on her. Which is when he would not find her in her apartment, ask the concierge when did she leave, receive the answer that she didn't even return and freak out himself. Knowing his extensive contact list, Judy was sure that her disappearance would be noted soon, by the usual standards anyways. The real question was whether it would be soon enough. And how fast they could track her.

So caught up in her thoughts was the bunny, that the removal of one of the earplugs startled her. The cop tensed up, preparing for the worst. Even though she didn't have a single clue as to what this " worst" was.

- I am here to help, so make no sudden moments, bunny, or I might hurt you. - the voice was a hushed whisper, so Judy doubted she would be able to deduce anything out of it. In any case that was not her priority right now. Whoever it was, they proposed help. So she silently nodded. Judy's gesture was followed by a flurry of activity. The other earplug was removed, followed by the blindfold (not that it helped much since the room wasn't lit) and gag. The bunny cop sat silent and unmoving through it. Then came the turn of those shackles binding her appendages to the uncomfortable chair. This is where Judy understood why she was told not to move.

In Zootopia it was illegal to sharpen one's claws, horns and other hard protrusions of any kind, or case them in any substance that would increase their cutting or piercing ability. And what Judy felt was definitely a claw, one from a canine, since feline species tended to have narrower and smother ones. Usually the tough plastic could easily stand an unsharpened claw, and the bunny mentally prepared for a war of tugs, but the binder gave out almost without resistance. As did the other three. Finally free, Judy almost leapt out of her chair, but was stopped by a large paw over her shoulder holding her down. Once more words reached her sensitive hearing in a barely audible whisper.

- Hold the rope and I will get you out of this room. - With this, a thick rope was trusted into her paws and Judy heard a small creak of the wooden floor panels as a much larger presence has jumped. Half a minute passed and the cop felt her end of the rope being pulled several times. Bracing, she pulled on her end, and it started dragging her up. Holding tight, Judy finally saw a hole in what apparently was her holding cell's ceiling.

- So that's how he got in. - One mystery solved, it was time to move on to several others.

A/N: Well. Now that the battle pass for TI7 has expired, I can officially return from the land of the digital to the land of the analogue. Not really though. I am being stranded at a new work (yeah, being in a credit risk management department of a bank in Eastern Europe is one hell of a fun ride, especially where it has to be rebuilt from an almost literal scratch), occupied by a ton of much more interesting and developed Zootopia fanfics here, and the search for perfect anchor earphones. And I happened to visit a concert by Amin Amarth in my city. The are awesome! Visit their show

I am writing from a phone (K10000pro rules em all! I don't have to care how long I write any more. And it is freaking huge and quadratish, which is zer gut.) so any typos blame on the AI that is replacing my perfectly correct writing with his failures to master the writing proficiency.

Anyways, I am still naming chapters after songs. But this story will no longer be inspired by them. I started it to try and feel out how would my muse behave and I had a revelation sometime ago as to what I really want and need to do. I am finishing this story first though. Or I never will.

I won't say that the next update will be soon (look where that took us last time).

So. Listen to OFDP - No sudden movements, and metal on with your lives.