Hello everyone!

Author here. Just wanted to let you know, the touchpad on my laptop is not working correctly and all my editing has to be done with my keyboard, so updates on this story may be slow coming. I'll try to update as much as possible. Also, I'm bad at coming up with cases, so what did you think of this case? Once this story is done, I might stop writing about Zootopia and start a whole new series with a new OC. If you want me to continue with Foxy, be sure you let me know that, too. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Wolf woke up before the sun rose and smiled to see Foxy still fast asleep with the cat cuddling her tail, which was lightly wrapped around it. He sat down in the living area and turned on the TV frowning when he saw the reporter talking about the attacks...again. He sighed and was about to say something when the reporter changed her tone.

"Thankfully, the all-mammal city if Zootopia sent their best government agent to help the good guys and the police department track down what's happening!" A picture of Foxy appeared behind Tiffany. "According to the Global Security Department, Special Agent Wilde is first in the ranks and has solved numerous cold cases in her career. We wish the best for her and those who help her. Good luck, Agent!" Wolf smiled. She deserved this recognition.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when his cell phone went off. He answered not even caring to look at the caller ID. "Yellow, Wolf speaking."

"Wolf as in Moe Wolf from Los Angeles?" Wolf went quiet.

"Um, may I ask who's speaking?"

"It's okay. I'm Foxy's boyfriend. My name's Jack."

"So, you're a jackrabbit and named Jack?"

"My parents weren't creative, okay?"

"Why are you calling and how did you get this number?"

"Hm, I'm usually the one asking questions. If you must know, I researched all of you very thoroughly before I let Foxy even think about accepting the job. I care a lot about her, and she cares about me. I just need you to promise me one thing."

"Okay, shoot."

"Promise me you'll do your best to keep her protected. I honestly don't care if you find her attractive and want to push a relationship, just promise me you'll keep her safe. Usually, I take that role, but I'm not there now and definitely won't be there later."

Wolf looked back at the sleeping fox, still breathing deep in the morning glow. "I promise, I'll do my best. She has more to live for than I ever did."

"Thank you, Wolf. I trust you." The next second, a slamming sound was heard on Jack's line and some kind of comment was shouted. "I told you to quit calling me Stripes! I need to go. Nice to talk to you, Wolf. Oh, no, that's even worse. Stripes in fine." The line cut off and Wolf smiled. Their lives were very similar. Crazy family, different species relationships, at least one snarky fox. Then again, there was no rabbit in the good guys. Maybe they needed one. Jack sounded less like a rabbit and more like a professional spy.

He was shaken out of his thoughts again by another ring and answered. "Hello. Wolf here."

"Hey there, Wolf. It's Diane. I was wondering if you and Foxy wanted to join me for breakfast and now it's in a place we've never been to before."

"Sure, soon as she wakes up."

"Who you talking to?" Wolf almost jumped out of his skin when Foxy suddenly appeared right behind him still holding and petting the cat.

"Uh, we'll be there shortly. Just text me the address." Wolf mumbled, then hung up. "You up for breakfast?"

"I will never say no to free food." Wolf could then see she was already in her day clothes with her fur cleanly brushed.

"When did you get ready?"

"When you were lost in thought. You just stared into space for about five minutes, and I can get ready for the day in three. Well, breakfast? She said she wanted you there, too."

"Yeah, let's go."

Diane chose a place known for waffles and they all decided to order a normal Belgian waffle with maple syrup. "So, what's Zootopia like?" Diane asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Well, it's a lot like LA, but all the residents are animals. I didn't even know humans existed until I came here."

"Any family?" Wolf asked.

"Yeah, I have a red fox dad, an adoptive bunny mom, and an adopted little sister named Avery. She's the light of my life. What about you guys?"

Wolf frowned. "Both of my parents were shot by cops when I was about ten. I lived with Snake and his family, and we both moved out when we were eighteen."

Diane sighed. "Dad went to the store and never came back when I was six. Mom loved me, but she died of cancer a year later. I spent my remaining childhood in the foster care system."

"Wow. That's terrible. That's why Wolf became a criminal?"

"I wasn't the only one." Wolf said, then leaned in and whispered only loud enough for Foxy to hear. "Diane was the Crimson Paw."

Foxy's mouth dropped open. "What? But I thought that was..."

"That was the last hustle I pulled. I had to make Marmalade look like a criminal to get him put away. He almost got off Scott-free."

Foxy smiled. "And everyone still thinks foxes are the sly ones. People should look at wolves and jackrabbits."

"Oh, yeah, your boyfriend called."

Foxy paused. "He did?"

"He wanted me to promise I would look after you and keep you safe. He also told me his name. Kind of ironic, huh?"

"His parents weren't creative. They also didn't care what happened to him. He lived in a barn for most of his childhood. He had to resort to stealing just to keep himself alive."

"So, he's a reformed criminal, too."

"Not exactly. You stole for thrill. He stole because he had to. His parents were abusive, no one would hire him because he constantly looked like he crawled out of a junkyard, no one even tried to help. He met a vixen named Skye and she helped him get back on his feet, but that took a long time. He's still not completely healed. No one even saw him smile until he met me."

"I don't think he ever will be." Diane spoke up. "It sounds like something you don't bounce back from."

"What about you?" Wolf asked. "Any trouble in your past?"

"Not your kind." Foxy said. "I was born with no father and my mom loved me but sold me to a polar bear at two. I worked in a factory in the middle of a tundra until I was eight and after I was rescued, I was kidnapped by a rabbit pretending to be Jack that used me as leverage to kill my biological dad. Jack stopped that from happening, but it was so scary. Things are better now. I have a great partner, I have two loving parents since dad married a bunny and she adopted me, I have a little sister, I have a really important job."

"Sounds like you managed to turn a hard past into a positive future." Diane commented.

Foxy nodded. "I try. The one thing I learned in training was how to use my emotions as drive to keep moving forward instead of staying stuck in the past. The past is over, it's gone. The future is all I have." Wolf wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a comforting way.

"You have us, too. A group of friends who will stay by your side, no matter what. It's not often the guys get close with someone so fast. It usually takes months before they get comfortable. With you, instant friends. I've never seen that before. And here I was worried about what you would think of us."

"You guys haven't even seen me in action yet." Foxy commented. "Hey, after breakfast, I'll show you some of my skills. It would be best if you know what I can do."

"I'd like to show what we can do, as well." Wolf said. "Unfortunately, we need some kind of disaster."

Foxy shrugged. "We'll get there." That was when the food came, and Foxy was staring at a waffle the size of her head. "Am I supposed to finish this?"

Once the three finished breakfast, they all walked to the public park and Foxy stood in front of Diane. "Throw a left hook at me." Diane did and Foxy caught her paw delivering a hard right-hand punch. Diane covered her cheek, then looked at Foxy.

"You're fast." She uncovered her cheek and gave a smirk. "Let's see how fast." The two foxes engaged in a martial arts battle, usually with Diane attacking and Foxy blocking and delivering one back. Both managed to land some hits, but both were still holding up. Foxy backed up until she was against a tree, then made a fake expression of out-of-ideas. Diane smirked and threw a punch, but Foxy ducked making Diane's knuckles come in contact with the tree. While she was making sure her paw was okay, Foxy climbed the tree until she was well over Diane's head and started throwing sticks and leaves down. Once Diane decided to try to climb the tree after her, Foxy jumped from the branches to the branches of another tree, then hid in the leaves and waited until Diane appeared in the other, then climbed higher and jumped back using her momentum to give Diane a hard kick to the back while holding a branch above her. Diane fell out and landed hard but gracefully, then used a marble statue of some man to get back in the tree and lunged for Foxy, but she dropped out of the tree seconds before impact leaving Diane to loose her focus and come crashing out of the tree, landing on her front right in front of her. "Okay, forfeit, you win." Diane said, accepting a paw from Foxy and dusting off her uniform. "If I was in my jumpsuit and maybe hadn't underestimated you so much, you would have been toast."

"Look on the bright side. No need to worry about us losing a fight."

Wolf walked up to them applauding. "Well, I was surprised. After Diane beat all those prison guards, I thought she would never lose."

"It was a combination of underestimation and the element of surprise." Foxy explained. "You want to wait until the last second to make a dodge or a move, so the opponent has no time to reciprocate."

"I'll remember that." Diane said. "You would have made an amazing thief, though."

"Race you to the courthouse?"

"You're on!" The two took off at the same time leaving wolf to watch them.

"I guess I'll get the car."

By the time Wolf got to the courthouse, both foxes were already there accusing each other of cheating, since both arrived at the same time and Chief Luggins was just watching with a smile on her face. "Okay, girls. You're both pretty, but it's time to work now." Wolf said. "What are your next plans, Foxy?"

"I'd like to talk to some of the animals that attacked to see if they remember anything."

"We already talked to most of them." the Chief pointed out.

"You did or animals did?" Foxy asked and the Chief's expression changed to one of realization.

"My goodness, I'm an idiot! Of course they would be more forthcoming with their own species!"

"Hey, you're not an idiot. You have limited resources. Are any of them foxes?"

Half an hour later, Foxy was in an interrogation room sitting in front of a grey fox, who was staring at his cuffed paws and picking at his claws. "You know I already explained everything I know to the cops."

"Do I look like a cop to you?"

The fox looked her up and down. "Well, no, but looks can be deceiving."

Foxy sighed. "Look, Mr. Sines. I can't lie and say I'm a reporter or anything, but I can tell you I'm here to find out what's going on and help out you and anyone else who was unfortunate enough to get caught in the crosshairs. If you don't want to talk to me, fine. I can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped."

The fox sighed. "You're attractive, so I guess I could explain one more time. I was walking along minding my own business when I hear this high pitched murmur. The next thing I know, I'm standing in a field in front of this guy talking on a cell phone."

"What did he look like?"

"Big, beefy white man, dark brown hair. He told everyone we were all part of a city-wide experiment, one that might change the course of history. I don't think anyone took it seriously, we all just rolled our eyes and left. A few weeks later, I was getting a latte at a coffee shop and I heard that same murmur. The next thing I know, I'm in handcuffs getting dragged to a police car and some guy I didn't even know was being loaded into an ambulance. That's literally all I know."

Foxy nodded writing down his story on a notepad. "A high-pitched murmur." She looked back up. "I believe you when you say you had no idea what you were doing. I think someone is using sound waves to control you."

The fox was confused. "You are different than the cops. I should also tell you...wait, do you hear that?" Both perked up their ears. There was some sound, but it was very faint to Foxy. Then, the fox's pupils dilated, and he started growling.

"Mr. Sines?"

All Foxy got in response was a louder growl as the fox broke the handcuffs and lunged towards her. Foxy yelped as she was pushed backwards with the fox snapping at her face while pinning her paws over her head. Various officers rushed in the room, but the murmur stopped soon as he was pulled off. He looked around dazed, then saw Foxy being helped up by another officer. "Wh-what happened?"

"Thank you for your time, I need to go." Foxy hurriedly said and the fox's eyes widened.

"Wait! Did I attack you?! I'm sorry!" The door closed and Foxy took a second to catch her breath. The Chief ran to her and started looking her over.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, I'm just a little rattled. But he did give me an important piece of info."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"A fox of his size should not have been able to break steel cuffs. Someone is not only controlling animals, but somehow enhancing their natural abilities."

Misty rubbed her head. "Wow. This just keeps getting more confusing."

"You're telling me. But now I have a really bad feeling I know who the target is."

"You do?"

"The mastermind didn't attack again until I was in the room. I think the target is me. That's why he didn't target the guys. He didn't want the whole department coming. He wanted to make sure I would come. Alone. That also explains why Zootopia wasn't attacked. Too many animals to try to control there." She looked back at the Chief. "The mastermind is done hiding his plans. He wants me down for the count because I know everything. It's only a matter of time before I find out who is behind this and once I do that, the whole operation is over."

Misty gasped. "We have to get you somewhere safe. Frazzle these cameras and let's get you out of here."

"It only works on one at a time, but I have an idea. What resources are at my disposal?"

"Whatever you need."

The only working camera recorded fifteen police cruisers leaving the station in a line, driving in all directions until they all went down an alley with no cameras where one more cruiser was parked and joined the group while the third one from the end broke off and drove into the pipe going back to the hideout. "That was smart." the officer driving spoke up. Foxy was huddled in the floorboard in the backseat making sure she was hidden from the windows. "No way they would know which one you were in."

Foxy stared at the ground. "Thanks for the ride." She walked in the hideout and plopped on the couch, covering her face with her paws. Staying inside was essential to a target, but it was her least favorite part.

She looked up when she felt fur on her paw and saw the same cat rubbing against her side. She sighed. "You know how I feel, don't you?" The cat meowed and curled up on her lap. "Yeah. I'm scared, too. You never know how it feels to be a target until you are one." The cat meowed again. "What? You can hear the waves? But...you were here...stuck...you couldn't follow...you're a genius!" Foxy took out her untraceable cell and called Jack.

A tired voice answered. "Savage."

"Jack, where is Meow?"

"Who?"

"Dr. Julias Meow, where is he?"

"Still locked up. Why?"

"I need you to check."

"Okay. Give me a few minutes." The line cut off and Foxy waited, then picked the cell back up at a ring. "Foxy, he's gone. Do you think he's after you?"

"I think he's conspiring with a human that doesn't like animals. The only animals not affected were the pets, that were locked up in homes and couldn't follow. The anthropomorphic animals were the only ones taken over."

"What does that mean?"

"I was brought here on purpose. They're trying to get me out of the way, so animals no longer have a place in the world other than pets because this city is counting on me. I can't stay hiding; I have to keep going."

"No, you stay where you are..."

"They have no plans to stop in L.A. If I stay out of their way, they're free to move on. I have to keep going."

A sigh came from the other side. "I know I can't change your mind. Just do one thing; stay close to Wolf. He promised he would protect you."

"You have my word. I miss you, silly rabbit."

"I miss you, too. Happy Birthday, Foxy." Foxy stiffened. She completely forgot about her birthday. She turned on the TV to a show marathon and watched until it got dark, then put the cat down, got ready, and went to bed. She had no idea how to solve the case, but she had to keep trying.

Across the city, a dark-haired man hung up his cell phone with a sigh. They needed that fox gone and now they had no idea where she was. He waited for a few seconds, then picked his phone back up at another ring. "You have one chance left. Be sure you take it."