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"Alright, here's where you live."

Nick groaned as he put his head on the ZPD's main tactical planning room table and wished some sort of low-level plague upon his mother for getting him into this mess. And then, sighing into the tabletop, he made sure the gods knew he was talking about chipped claw polish or burning some toast, nothing too serious.

"Yes, Carrots, that's where I live."

"Good, because I have to live there too, and we need to map out everything we might need in the next week and verify that it's within a ten-minute radius of our place."

Nick raised his head and watched Judy add another push pin to the map circle surrounding his apartment building.

"Why?"

"We have too much to do this week, and we can't stay stuck at home, so I drew this circle around the apartment to represent how far away we can travel together and still be able to get back in under the allotted ten-minute warning call timeframe."

"Can't we just stay in and have dinner delivered while we play video games and watch bad movies?"

Judy put her paws on her hips and glared at Nick.

Nick put his head back on the table and said, "Having a live-in fake girlfriend is going to suck."

*sniff*

Nick's ears twitched as he realized the planning session seemed to have been paused.

*sniff sniff sigh*

Nick turned his head enough to see Judy, ears droopy, face pouty, eyes closed, shoulders slack, and her wringing her paws together.

*sniff*

"What's wrong?" asked Nick.

"Nothing."

"Please, I'm sorry," said Nick, getting up and pulling Judy into a hug. "I know you're just trying to help, and I was being a jerk. I swear I'll pay attention to all your plans."

"Promise?" said Judy, sniffling some more.

"I promise."

"And you'll help me paint?" she asked, hugging Nick back.

Nick nodded.

"And new curtains and blinds?"

Nick almost groaned but nodded instead.

"We need to put up some shelves in the bedroom for my stuff, and the kitchen pantry needs to be reorganized."

Nick broke the hug, and now looking at a smirking bunny, he said, "You're not serious. We only have to pretend to be boyfriend-girlfriend for a week, which isn't long enough to necessitate a real 'girlfriend is moving in rehab' of my bachelor pad."

Judy's face shifted back into a pout, "But after we're finished hustling your grandmother, I still get to come over for bad movie nights, right?"

"Of course, that'll never change."

"So, aren't I worth shelves and a reorganized pantry?"

Nick huffed, "You won't win. I'm a fox. I'm way tougher than a bunny."

Judy's lower lip trembled, and her head tilted to the side while her eyes went big, and such a pretty violet color they were, too, then her eyes started to tear up, and her nose twitched ever, ever so cutely and—

"Stop, please stop. I can't take the look. You win. New shelves, and we can do the pantry. And if you promise not to do that again, I'll put one of those massaging spray heads in the shower."

Judy fist pumped, "Yes! Never diss the bunny look!"

Nick's eyes narrowed.

Judy held up her paw with the pinky finger extended. "Pinky swear, and you have a deal."

Nick shook his head, seeing as Judy's other paw was behind her back for some reason, but he hooked pinkies with her anyway and said, "Fine." Then, sitting back on the table's edge and waving a paw for Judy to continue her planning session, Nick hoped with all his heart that no new furniture would become part of this plan.

…..

With Judy's planning meeting having consumed their last break, the two partners had no choice but to arrange their foot patrol route so it ended near Judy's apartment, giving them enough time to clean out her place, get to his, and be done before the Grandma clock started ticking.

Unfortunately, the updated patrol route had to be input into the system by Clawhauser.

Which was really hard for him to do with his paws scrunched up under his cheeks, his eyes wide, and the rest of him making cooing sounds.

"I can't believe you two are moving in together. That's so wonderful! I can't wait to tell everyone. They'll all be so excited for you."

"I won't," grunted McHorn, walking by the three of them at Clawhauser's desk.

"Technically, Carrots moved into my place months ago. At least according to what my mom told my grandma."

"Ben, no blabbing this all over. Nick and I are just best friends, and I'm helping out his mother."

Nick raised a finger, "If we're just best friends, then that means we're really just roommates, and you owe me back rent. Tell me when you moved in, and I'll figure out how much you owe me."

Judy harrumphed.

"Fine, I'll convert what you owe me into belly rubs, and you can pay me back that way."

Judy pulled Nick closer via his tie and said, "Don't forget we still haven't divvied up the chores yet."

Nick raised a paw, "I can make sure the TV gets watched."

Judy shook her head… slowly.

"Or maybe not."

"Good answer."

…..

Arriving at Judy's place, Nick set a box down just inside the door and surveyed the room and how much stuff he would be hauling across town to his place.

"I'm figuring ten minutes max, and all your stuff is packed."

"What about your stuff?" asked Judy. "I refuse to touch any of the ties you left here, they're way too ugly."

Grabbing his ties and slacks off the hanger rack and emptying the bottom drawer of Judy's built-in dresser of his t-shirts, running shorts, boxers, a couple of nice collared short-sleeved shirts, and putting all his toiletries into a bag, Nick looked around and asked, "Where's the t-shirt you wouldn't let me wear out Saturday night?"

"Eww, you wore that Friday night and all day Saturday. No way was I going to be seen with you in that two-day dirty, ridiculous t-shirt."

"'Howard the Duck' is part of the MCU as much as the Hulk, Thor, or the rest, and besides, we didn't do anything Saturday that counts as dirty, so worst case, it was semi-clean."

"You mean semi-dirty."

"55-45, so mostly clean. Where is it?"

"Over there on the bed."

Padding over, Nick lifted the crumpled-up t-shirt with his claw tips, sniffed, and, making a gagging motion with his other paw, said, "This smells a lot like bunny. You didn't sleep in it, did you?"

Judy scrunched her muzzle up, shook her head, huffed, and, putting her paws on her hips, said, emphatically and with no room for debate, "Maybe."

Nick raised a brow.

"My pajamas were dirty, and I was too tired to do laundry last night, so I grabbed whatever I could find lying around and used that."

Nick shook his head, "Okay, but it's yours until you wash it. I don't want your bunny cooties getting on any of my stuff."

Grabbing the shirt out of Nick's paw, Judy stuck her tongue out, cutely, and then stuffed it in the moving box.

"Anything else?"

"Nope," said Judy. "I rented this place furnished, all my nice clothes, and a lot of everything else is already at your place, so… I guess this is it."

"Do you need to tell your landlady that you'll be gone for a while, or does she even care?"

Judy shrugged, "As long as she gets her rent, she doesn't care. And I'm paid up through next week when we're supposed to talk about my lease renewal and how much my rent is going up."

"Okay, then. Done and done. Operation Grandma Hustle is a go."

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A/N: As a heads up, my ffnet account is still in email alert limbo, so I'm checking, but if I miss a comment or pm, that's what's going on.