(A/N: I know, I know, this is late, sorry. I intended to have this out yesterday, but I had to take care of something and didn't get around to it. But we're back now with the next chapter. So, who's ready for Nick and Judy to pull a... Nick and Judy? You know what I mean, they're gonna do their thing, so let's get to it.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is just a novelization of a fan-film. All credit for the story and its original characters belongs to Mauricio Velazco/Browntable.
Chapter 4: Investigating
"All-righty, let's see the case file!" Judy exclaimed eagerly as Clawhauser handed her the folder with the information.
She opened to the first page to see the information that had been gathered. As Bogo had stated, she saw the names Alex Lopez and Jyasi Myrthil were listed as the officers who had been assigned the case. The address was the one Mr. Shell had given them, and it clearly indicated that it was a home invasion/robbery where Mrs. Sun Shell had been assaulted, resulting in unidentifiable claw marks from the attack. There were no witnesses and no evidence.
"Ok," she read out loud to herself as she ran her finger over the writing on the page, "it says Mrs. Shell was attacked at her home here in Sahara Square. Aaaand known associates, yada-yada-yada… Shelter…"
She trailed off as her finger landed on the picture of a familiar face and she raised an eyebrow in interest as she recognized the rabbit in the photo.
"And Mr. Walker?" she commented curiously. She glanced at the cheetah. "She knew Miles Walker?"
Clawhauser appeared thoughtful. "From what I heard, Lopez and Myrthil say via radio, it was that she worked for Miles Walker as an architect."
"Architect?" Judy repeated with interest. "That's a different profession, don't you think?"
The cheetah just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you and Officer Wilde should go ask him."
Judy glanced at the picture of Miles again. "Office lady to architect. You're right."
It seemed that fortune favored her. If Mrs. Shell worked for Miles, then perhaps he would be able to provide some insight on what had happened. It certainly couldn't hurt to ask. Despite Nick's suspicions, Miles really seemed eager to help the homeless with his shelter. She just hoped he would also be able to help them solve this newest case.
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They had actually caught Miles in the middle of his workout routine. He was currently in the middle of beating a sandbag hanging from the ceiling, but he still made time to see them, and was quite eager to offer his assistance when he found out who the cop duo was there for.
"Mrs. Shell was a fantastic architect that helped me figure out how to build the new homeless shelter I'll be opening soon," he explained to them as he steadied the sandbag.
A short distance away, Nick and Judy stood as they took his statement. Nick stoically looked on with hooded eyes while Judy considered this bit of news.
"New shelter?" she repeated thoughtfully.
Miles' fist flew out with a grunt, striking the sandbag and causing it to swing. It swung slightly, but he didn't seem to have put much effort into the blow as he let out a depressed sigh and hung his head.
"Well, it's a shame to hear she's hospitalized," he said in concern as he steadied the sandbag once more. "Who'd do such a thing?"
"We were hoping that you'd answer that question, Mr. Walker," Nick commented.
Judy gave her fellow rabbit a pointed look. "You don't know anyone that didn't like her?"
Miles glanced back at her, looking surprised. "I worked with the lady, but I never knew anyone that didn't like her," he replied, vouching for what Mr. Shell had said about his wife's character. He turned away from the sandbag and made his way over to them. "No, in fact, I once considered appointing her as my assistant mayor. Well, if I were elected mayor."
Nick gave him a skeptical look. From his experience, no matter how nice someone was, there was always somebody in their life that didn't like them. It was just plain suspicious for there not to be, even if that animal was a kind old lady.
"You can't recall one single person that might have wanted to harm her in any way?" he asked, his voice dripping skepticism.
Miles ran a hand over his head and looked away sadly. "No, I'm sorry." He glanced back at them and his face suddenly lit up as he appeared impressed. "Though I must say, you two are as good as I'd heard on the news! You interrogate very well. Keep up the good work, both of you." He headed back over to the sandbag, pausing to flash Judy a smile. "Especially you beautiful."
Cutting his eyes at him, Nick watched as Miles walked away, and couldn't help but feel like Miles had deliberately tried to change the topic in order to bring the conversation to an end. It seemed a little suspicious in the way it flowed.
Or maybe he was being biased again, not liking the way Miles had complimented Judy. A surge of jealousy ran through, making him wonder if he simply wanted to think that what Miles had said came across as suspicious. Perhaps he really didn't know anything and Mrs. Shell was just a sweet old armadillo in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he was just being stupid and jealous with his suspicions because Miles was obviously interested in Judy, and he didn't like it.
He glanced at his partner to see her reaction to Miles' compliment. He couldn't read her expression to tell what she was thinking, but she seemed satisfied with the rabbit's answers and didn't seem to share his suspicions.
"Thank you, Miles," she said to him, her voice giving away nothing. "That'll be all."
For some reason, her lack of flattery to Miles' compliment made Nick smile, and his mood instantly brightened. Glad they were finished here, he held out his arm towards the door, unable to resist teasing her.
"After you, beautiful," he told her, intentionally using the same compliment as Miles.
She giggled as she accepted his offer and waltz past him, all smiles.
From there, it was a day filled with investigating and following different leads. Miles had been a dead end, but there were more leads to be followed, and by the time the clock struck 5:00, they had arrived at Sahara Square, deciding to personally check out the scene of the crime.
They weren't alone in their investigation though, as they found both Officers Lopez and Myrthil already there, and neither looked happy to see the two of them as they entered the lobby.
"Hopps, Wilde, wh-what are you…?" Lopez, a wolf, stammered, looking both annoyed and flabbergasted at their presence. "What in the world are you two doing here?"
Nick smugly crossed his arms as he approached his fellow officers and shook his finger at them. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's our crime scene now too."
The leopard of the duo gave him a look that was both annoyed and skeptical. "Says who?"
"I call bull," Lopez grunted, sounding equally as frustrated.
Nick didn't miss a beat, nor did the smirk leave his face. "Close, but no dice, it's a buffalo! And his name is Chief Bogo. He let us have a little look-see into the crime scene you've got going on here."
But Lopez wasn't buying it. "Sorry, that's not happening." He glanced at the rabbit amongst them. "Judy, is he… is he being serious right now, or is this just another hilarious prank?"
Judy couldn't help but smile, though nowhere near as smugly as Nick. "Not his time, it's serious. We know the victim's husband personally, so…" she glanced beyond them, "we'd like to go in there."
"You'd like to…" Lopez stammered, glancing at Myrthil for backup, but the leopard just stood there holding his coffee, and he turned back to Nick with a scoff. "Look, we finished the case file already. We sent it over to be documented." He pointed a finger into the fox's face as way of showing his displeasure and punctuating his claim. "The case is ours!"
But Nick didn't budge, he just continued to stare at the wolf expectantly. Lopez looked from him to Judy to Myrthil, but neither seemed willing to support or argue with him. He clearly grew frustrated and decided to try a different tactic.
"I…" he grumbled. "Let's see what the chief has to say about this."
Nick cut his eyes at him. "Are you seriously going to call Bogo?"
"Watch me," Lopez growled.
Judy glanced at Nick. She would rather not involve the chief since they were technically going behind the chief's back by getting involved in this case. Bogo had specifically asked for them not to make a mess of things, and getting into an argument with fellow officers in public over a case they shouldn't be on would probably fall under the category of messy. Still, she always enjoyed watching Nick work his tactics.
"I wouldn't," Nick argued back, not looking the least bit intimidated.
"Why?" Lopez demanded.
Coming to her partner's aid, Judy gave the wolf a questioning look meant to make him reconsider. "You're really gonna call Chief Bogo for something this small? You're probably just gonna piss him off. And when Bogo's pissed off… Well…" she glanced at Myrthil as he took a sip of his coffee, trying to get her point across to him as well, "that means you get the absolute worst assignment next week."
While they were both feeding their fellow officers a load of utter nonsense in trying to prevent them from calling their boss, there was also truth in what they were saying. Bogo was very busy and didn't like to be bothered over unimportant things. And those who got on his bad side usually did receive the worst assignments when they came in. Both Lopez and Myrthil knew this, and the latter glanced at his partner.
"You're really gonna disturb him right now?" Nick asked, laying it on just a little too thick. "He's probably doing something extremely important. He's probably in the middle of some important case. Something so important that no one should disturb him."
He said this, but for some reason he imagined Bogo performing yoga to a video of a shrew showing him what kind of stretches to do. Judy, however, was worried that Nick was pushing it with how much he was exaggerating, but then she began to wonder why she ever doubted him as Lopez seemed to concede and turned away with a shrug.
"Ok, fine, we're leaving anyway," he grumbled and walked past them, still looking irritated. "You can go, if you can get through the flood."
Judy's eyebrows rose. "Flood?" This was the first she had heard of that.
"Pipe broke," Myrthil explained simply. "The entire floors are flooded. Good thing the rooms are sealed tight; water can't go in. Only the best in this country club."
Lopez glanced at Nick with an arrogant smirk as he and Myrthil headed out. "So, yeah, pretty sure foxes don't swim."
Nick threw him a dirty look; he could swim just fine, and didn't like the implication. "Oh, we do! And we'll get in that room, Lopez!" Or so he said, but once their fellow officers were out of earshot, he leaned down towards Judy and whispered, "We can get in, right?"
A good question, but based on what Myrthil had said, there was something she thought they could try. "You know what, I have an idea. Come on."
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"Lovely plan, Judy," Nick grumbled unhappily. "I definitely intended on getting tetanus today."
His voice echoed down the airduct as they crawled through the dark, cramped, dusty space, as per Judy's idea. Up ahead of him, she couldn't help but smile at his discomfort as she glanced back at him.
"Oh, suck it up, you big baby," she told him jokingly. "It's not that bad."
He didn't respond, but she could hear him muttering under his breath as they crept along, eventually coming to a vent above their destination. Judy smugly paused next to it and turned as Nick caught up to her.
"Aaaand we're here," she announced.
He gave her a "know-it-all" look, but was smiling as if impressed. Judy chose not to say anything as she pulled the vent open and hopped down, and they both found themselves at the scene of the crime, the room Mrs. Shell had been assaulted in.
Just as the report stated, there was a broken window right in front of them. Judy looked up at it as she approached while Nick glanced around the room curiously.
"Ok, I'll bite," he told her, "I don't know what we're looking for."
Judy's gaze went from the big hole in the window to the shattered glass on the floor. "Any clue as to why she'd be robbed or assaulted. Whoever attacked her could be a homeless animal; you'd never know." She glanced around the room, trying to visualize the scene of the crime when it happened, practically seeing Mrs. Shell bloody and beaten body as she lay unconscious on the floor. "Maybe she's written down notes that would help us figure out why she was attacked and robbed. Maybe she knows something that she shouldn't."
As Nick walked through the room, he thought back to their talk with Miles as he remembered the thoughts that had been running through his head. Now that he had taken some time to cool off from getting frustrated with the rabbit openly flirting with Judy, he could think more rationally, and he reluctantly admitted that he really may have been being biased and that there may not have been anything more to Mrs. Shell's assault than her being in the wrong place at the wrong time when the break-in had occurred.
"You know, it was a robbery," he unnecessarily pointed out. "Animals can get hurt when there's a robbery, Judy."
She didn't seem to be paying attention though as she opened up what appeared to be a file containing blueprints. "These are plans for a building. A new building."
Which checked out with what Miles said with Mrs. Shell being an architect for him. All the same, Nick opened up a drawer and began going through it. "Looking for a lead is gonna be a little hard a–" He cut himself off as he suddenly spotted Mrs. Shell's ID card lying on the table. "Judy, her ID!"
Judy flashed him a well-done smile before turning to look back through the drawer she had been rummaging through before suddenly drawing back in shock. "OH, MY GOD!"
"What, what is it!?" Nick exclaimed worriedly.
Judy reached in and pulled out a green record case with a big black letter X on the cover and held it up to him. "'X' by Ed Deeran!"
Her shocked expression became a smug look of playful teasing, and the worry Nick had felt suddenly vanished as he relaxed, letting out a scoff upon realizing that this was her getting some very long overdue revenge for the prank he had pulled on her when they were snooping around in Mr. Big's limo with the CDs of The Velvety Pipes of Jerry Vole.
"But on a record player," Judy continued jokingly, following up with what he'd said about the CDs as she put the record back and headed back over to the broken window. "Who listens to records anymore?"
"Ok," Nick replied as he joined her by the broken pile of glass, "one… it's 'Multiple', not 'X', and, two, even I buy records, ok… And then I sell them." He crossed his arms as she squatted down beside him to examine the broken glass. "Look, the ID certainly belongs to Mrs. Shell–"
"Fur!" Judy suddenly exclaimed.
"What?"
Judy's face lit up with delight as she picked up some white fur from off the floor. "Holy mackerel! Yes! There's fur here from… ah… uh…" She looked at Nick bashfully as he smiled down at her in both amazement and amusement. "I can't recognize it."
He let out laugh as he knelt down beside her. "Do you hear yourself? 'Holy mackerel'. 'Sweet cheese and crackers'. 'By stars and garters'. Really?"
She smirked at him as she playfully poked him in the chest. "Oh, please. What about you saying, 'it's called a hustle, sweetheart'?"
He just playfully cut his eyes at her. "You've used that more times than I have."
She blinked at him as all the different instances she did indeed steal his line from him ran through her head. The time they took down Bellwether, the time they took down one of Mr. Big's polar bear bodyguards who had been skimming money off the crime boss', even the time she had interrupted him in the middle of saying the line when they had taken down a cougar who had been running a drug operation.
By the look on Nick's face, he knew he had her, and she rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Aaaaanyway, I'm getting this for evidence," she told him as she tucked the fur into an evidence bag and slipped it into her pocket before returning her attention to the glass again.
"The window's broken," she noted, "most of the glass is on the inside."
Snapping back into work mode, Nick added his own impute. "If Mrs. Shell was in her apartment the entire time, as she wasn't working, then whoever broke in would have seen her." He gestured to the broken window. "Meaning that our perpetrator didn't care and busted through the window. This could mean two things." He crossed his arms in thought. "One, the suspect's goal was to just take whatever he could find, and he didn't care who he hurt along the way, including Mrs. Shell here. Or two, his goal was to hurt Mrs. Shell, and then he took things to make it look like a robbery."
He glanced at Judy to see that she had joined him by his side and was giving him a proud look. She smiled warmly at him and playfully punched his shoulder. "Wow! Look at you, big-shot cop! You're actually useful for once, Nick. I'm proud of you."
He stepped away from her, smugly adjusting his tie. "Ah, shucks, you're right. I should pat myself on the back, and when I get back to the ZPD, Bogo's gonna give me a gold star!"
She chuckled at his playful antics, but then he was right back to work mode, and he gave her a serious look as he got to the part that was really bothering him. "But here's the thing, if our perp was really here to steal something, then why go through all the trouble of stealing from this apartment?" He motioned to the window. "If there's a window right here, and Mrs. Shell is in the living room, then he would have seen her."
"Maybe our robber was looking for something," Judy suggested, and Nick glanced back at her thoughtfully. "If there are plenty of other apartments, then someone must have heard something."
They shared a look, both of them thinking the same thing. It was time to question some of the residents, and they decided to start with the receptionist.
"Well, hello there," Judy greeted the llama sitting in the lobby as he nonchalantly read a book. "Officer Judy Hopps, ZPD."
Smirking playfully, Nick offered the llama a bow. "And I'm her boy-toy."
Had they been anywhere else, she would have given him an elbow in the ribs for that comment, but instead she kept her attention on the receptionist. "We just wanted to know if anyone here saw what happened to Mrs. Shell."
The llama gave an uncaring shrug. "I didn't see nothin', and the only one who saw anything was some sloth, and he doesn't even belong here. He's a guest that comes whenever he wants. He's allowed to because our members can bring a maximum of two guests over." He held up a brochure and handed it to them. "If you want to become a member, I suggest you look at these–"
"No, no, no," Judy interrupted, waving her arms. "That won't be necessary. Would you happen to know if the sloth is still here?"
The llama put down the brochure and seemed to be trying to remember. "I… well… He left 15 minutes ago."
Which meant he couldn't have gotten far. "What is the sloth's name?"
"He's called a, err, Flash?"
Judy's face lit up as she recognized the name and she turned to Nick excitedly. "Hundred-Yard Dash!"
With a new lead, they both rushed out of the country club. Nick began looking around frantically, knowing just how fast his sloth friend could be if he managed to get behind the wheel of a car; the guy had literally become a case of reckless driving that he and Judy had to crack down on before.
"Ok," he said, trying to think of all the places Flash might have gone, "where could he be? The DMZ? The s–"
"Nick!" Judy interrupted.
He turned to her, wondering if she had an idea, but then saw her standing next to the sloth in question, no less than 10 feet away.
"Oh," he muttered in relief, glad that their job had just become that much easier, and made his way over to the two of them. "Should we take him to the station?"
The smile suddenly left Judy's face as she glanced around him and her eyes widened. "Can we?"
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's, uh…?"
He trailed off as he realized what the problem was a moment later. In place of where their vehicle had been parked was now nothing but an empty space.
"Where'd our car go?" Judy asked in bewilderment.
Nick rubbed a hand over his face in frustration, knowing right away what had happened. "Lopez and Myrthil," he grumbled, unable to believe their fellow officers could be so childish. "One left with the car they arrived in, the other with ours."
Judy looked annoyed at first too, seemingly sharing his sentiments, but then her face lit up with an idea. "There's only one solution!"
Nick immediately knew where she was going with this, and he didn't like it. "Don't say public trans–"
"Public transportation!"
Nick just slapped a hand over his head and groaned while Judy stood there looking entirely too smug. "I hate life."
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The train departed at 6:15 on the dot, and Nick, Judy, and Flash were along for the ride, one of them looking very unhappy as he nonchalantly hung onto the tail of the hippo standing next to him for support as if it were a standee; the hippo either didn't mind or didn't notice.
While both Nick and Flash seemed to be staring off into space, Judy was taking careful note of her surroundings. And for the past several minutes, her attention had been on two animals in particular, an otter and an arctic fox, both wearing matching suits, standing a short distance away amongst the crowd. It was hard to tell since they were both wearing sunglasses, but they seemed to be looking right at the three of them; they were most definitely facing their direction, and had been for some time.
Judy got the distinct feeling that they were watching them, and she didn't need to be a cop to figure that out; they weren't even bothering to try to be discreet about it. And even though Nick seemed to not be paying attention, he had apparently notice them as well, and leaned in to whisper to her.
"Judy," he said in a hushed voice, keeping his eye on the otter and fox now too, "is there something odd going on, or am I the only one?"
She leaned in towards him and lowered her voice as well. "Are you talking about those two bodyguard-looking punks who've been staring at us for the past five minutes?"
He cut his eyes at her and nodded at another passenger that was asleep in a nearby seat. "No, I'm talking about that pig that hasn't stopped drooling on his phone for the past five minutes. Of course I'm talking about the two stalkers!"
She glared at him. "Well, how am I supposed to know what you're talking about when you're all like, 'Is there something odd going on'?"
He seemed to find her imitation of him amusing as he followed up with, "We're partners, we're supposed to think alike."
She stared at him blankly for a few moments, unable to tell if he was joking or not. "That is… thee most idiotic thing I've ever heard."
"Oh, I just love it when you talk dirty to me."
"Oh, shut up." She leaned in closer and lowered her voice again. "We need to seriously analyze what's going on."
She glanced back at the two stalkers and found them gone. Judy blinked, baffled by their sudden departure. "Where'd they go?"
Nick suddenly looked uneasy. "This is not good…"
He could say that again. She can't believe she had made such a rookie mistake as to take her eyes off the two of them. But the question still remained, where had they gone? The train was so crowded that it should have been practically impossible to go anywhere. If they knew how to disappear like that in such an enclosed space, and so quickly without being noticed, then that meant that they were likely professionals. Professionals of what, she wasn't sure, but it probably wasn't anything good.
Her thoughts proved to be accurate as Nick was suddenly tackled from behind by the arctic fox. Before she could even react though, she felt the otter grab her from behind, one of his arms going around her neck in a choke hold and the other wrapping around and bending back one of her arms. Yes, definitely professionals.
As Judy stumbled back in the otter's hold, Nick was slammed into the wall. He recovered quickly though and threw a punch as the arctic fox came at him. Judy, meanwhile, used her still free arm to slam her elbow into the otter's face and break out of his hold, then turned around and drove her fist into his face. The otter seemed dazed for a moment, and Judy rose her fists, ready to fight. When he came at her again, she went on the attack, punching him square in the chest.
The commotion wasn't unnoticed, but as much smaller animals in a cramped space, surrounded by much larger animals that could barely move, no one could really see what was happening. Even the elephant right next to them could only glance down so far as he asked, "Hey, what's going on down there?"
He could apparently see enough though, for as the arctic fox approached Nick, ready to continue the fight, the elephant's foot shot out, kicking him away from Nick, who blinked at the unexpected help and gave the elephant a thumbs up. "Oh. Hey, thanks for that."
But fighting in such a confined space was still no easy feat, especially when it was apparent that the arctic fox and otter didn't care who else got hurt if they were willing to attack them out in the open like this. What more, if they were going after them like this now, it was likely because they were with Flash, meaning keeping him safe was their primary concern, and Nick rushed to his friend's side, calling for Judy to come along.
Reaching the same conclusion, Judy abandoned the fight with the otter the moment the opportunity presented itself, using the larger animals for cover. They began making their way through the train, maneuvering around the other animals and squeezing through the tight spaces. The otter pursued them, and once the arctic fox recovered from the elephant's kick, he followed after them as well.
They made their way to the end of the car, their pursuers still following as they squeezed past the larger animals. With no other choice in the matter, Judy opened the door, and they stepped outside. But, much to her dismay, when she tried to open the door to the next car, she found it locked. And why wouldn't it be? No one was supposed to be out here like this.
She began looking around for an alternate escape route, and her gaze moved to the top of the train. It would be dangerous, but it looked like it might be their only chance to escape. They couldn't risk the safety of Flash and the other passengers by taking on their attackers, so the only choice was to continue to flee the only way they could. This meant that there was nowhere to go but up, and so it was with great reluctance that she climbed up and onto the top of the train.
Turning around, she helped the much slower Flash climb up after her as Nick helped from behind the sloth. She hoped that neither of their attackers would follow them up here, but no such luck, as the arctic fox immediately began climbing up after them,
"Alright everybody, stay low," Nick unnecessarily told them as they carefully walked across the top of the train, the wind blowing wildly around them. "Ok? Stay low!"
Clearly, their attacker wasn't as concerned with his own life, and the arctic fox quickly caught up. This time, it was Nick who found himself in a choke hold, and Judy gasped as she turned to him fearfully. "Nick!"
There was no sign of the otter though, having opted not to follow his partner and quarry outside. Instead, he remained inside the train, and his gaze landed on the train's chain-pull for emergency stops. And as he approached it, Judy pulled her gun from its holster, pointing it at the arctic fox choking out her partner. It only fired tranquilizers, but still, she didn't want to risk hitting Nick and sending him falling from the train.
"Let him go, right now!" she demanded.
The arctic fox's gaze landed on her, but he didn't release Nick. He did move them closer though, holding out his other hand as if to make a grab for Judy's weapon once he got close enough. Nick struggled in his hold, but was unable to break the arctic fox's grip.
"Get your paws off him!" Judy shouted, trying to keep her hand steady as she struggled to aim amongst the rumbling train and heavy wind. "Do it!"
He ignored her and continued moving closer, still seemingly without any concern for his own life. Still, Judy didn't take the shot, unable to properly keep her aim on the arctic fox with all this wind and the moving train. She couldn't risk hitting Nick.
Meanwhile, inside the train, the otter had climbed up towards the emergency stop and was reaching for the chain-pull. He grabbed hold of it and pulled it down, activating the train's breaks, and it began screeching to a sudden halt. The sudden stop caused those on top to topple over. Flash in particular went flying over the side of the train. Fortunately, they had been crossing over a bridge at the time, and he ended up splashing down into the water below.
Judy, Nick, and the arctic fox fell over as well, but they were able to remain on the train. The fall, however, broke the arctic fox's hold on Nick, allowing him to get free, and he immediately called out, "Judy, move!"
"I'm on it!" she cried, jumping up and charging at their attacker.
Nick stayed down as the arctic fox stumbled to his feet and made to grab Nick again. Judy jumped over Nick and kicked out, striking the arctic fox in the chest. The impact knocked him back and he went tumble over the side of the train, with Judy falling right along with him.
A flash of panic ran through Nick as he saw her fall. He lunged after her, not hesitating to go flying over the side of the train. He reached for her as they fell, grabbed hold of her and wrapping his arms around her protectively right before they hit the water together.
(A/N: Well, things took a rapid turn. Looks like Nick and Judy';s investigation didn't exactly go over well. Could that mean they were onto something, or was the attack unrelated to the investigation and the opportunity just presented itself? Either way, we got to have a few new characters be introduced, and the return of a fan-favorite; everyone loves Flash. Hope he's ok. Nick and Judy too. Stay tuned to see what happens to them next. Oh, and if you want to actually see this chapter and the last two play out, check the link below by replacing the DOTs with actual periods.)
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