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A/N: On Clawhauser's playlist: Shakira, Waka Waka (This Time For Africa) May 2010, Epic Records.

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"When you fail, let up, ah ah," sang Clawhauser as he gyrated to one of Gazelle's old songs, "And if you fail, let up, hey hey…"

"Find a shower, Clawhauser. You'll sound better," laughed McHorn as he walked by the reception desk.

Ignoring the rhino, Ben kept practicing his dance moves until he saw an incoming call and had to pause the song.

"Hello, ZPD, how can I help you?"

"My neighbor's electric has gone out again."

"Ma'am, this is the Police Department. You need to call the Zootopia Public Works office for electric utility problems. If you'd like, I can give you the number to the shift supervisor, he's a bit of a grizzled old grizzly bear, but I'm sure he'd be able to help you. His number is–"

"I'm gonna miss my soaps!" came another voice through the phone.

"Elvira, please," was the muffled reply followed by, "I'm sorry, I know the number to the ZPW. Our real problem is we can't find our landlord, Mr. Critterly. We've been leaving him messages since yesterday, and he hasn't responded."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but there's not a lot we can do if he's only been gone for a day. Does he live there in your building? Have you tried knocking on his door?"

"Yes, of course I did. And when I was pounding on his door, it swung open, so I left him a nasty note inside his apartment, too.

Clawhauser replied, "Does he normally leave his room unlocked?"

"I need my electric!"

"No, that's what I mean, somethings up. Please, would you send someone over to take a look before Elvira starts to hyperventilate? "

Clawhauser sighed, "Alright, what's your address?"

…..

Bogo came storming out of his office, snorting and stomping down the stairs to the lobby. Pausing on the last step, he glared at every mammal in the lobby as if he wanted to wring someone's neck but couldn't decide who was worthy of his wrath.

Spying Higgins talking with Clawhauser at the reception desk, Bogo pounded his way over to where the two, suddenly nervous, mammals stood frozen.

"Bag."

Clawhauser looked confused at his boss' outstretched hoof, "Sir?"

"Your bag, I want it now."

Clawhauser grabbed his cloth lunch sack, dumped out three smaller bags of doughnuts, and handed it to Bogo.

"Wait here," and then pointing at the hippo, "Higgins, with me."

Bogo stomped over to the female's locker room and yelled as he pounded on the door, "Male coming in!"

Pulling open the door, he led Higgins into the center of the room and stopped.

"What the hell, sir?" voiced a white-tailed doe.

"Yeah," added a wolverine covering herself with her paws.

Looking around at all the locker name tags and not finding his target, Bogo lost his patience and growled out, "Where is Hopps' locker?"

Nodding to the bag in his hoof, Garrison smirked, "What? Did you finally can that little pelt lover? About time, she's as bad as that thief of a partner–"

Bogo's face contorted in rage as he jerked Garrison up by her shirt and barked out, "Where the hell is her locker? Now!"

Smirk erased from her muzzle, Garrison nervously pointed to the far corner of the locker room and choked out, "O-over th-there."

Bogo dropped the jaguar in a heap on the floor and then looked over to see another officer, dressed only in a towel, pointing to a space behind a post.

"T-there, sir."

Stomping his way over to the secluded spot, Bogo stopped and glared when he saw, "What the hell?"

Bogo's knuckles cracked as the muscles in his arms made ready to punch a hole in the wall. 'How does this happen?'

"Higgins?!"

"I'm sorry sir, I had no idea."

Kneeling in front of what looked like an old rummage sale cabinet nailed to the wall, Bogo opened up the wooden doors and quickly cleaned out Hopps' makeshift locker by stuffing everything into the bag Clawhauser had donated.

"Sir, what are you doing? What's going on with Hopps?"

Standing, Bogo brushed off Higgins as he surveyed the now silent locker room and then stomped over to where Garrison was still on the floor. Towering over the trembling jaguar, Bogo ground out, "Parking duty, two weeks."

"B–"

"One word, and it's two months."

Garrison pinned her ears back and, flattening herself on the floor, nodded.

Pushing open the locker room door, Bogo continued over to the male's locker room. Motioning for Higgins to stay with him, Bogo said, "I have something I need to take care of. While I'm out, you're in charge."

Opening the door, Bogo yelled, "Make a hole!" warning anyone in his way to move or be trampled.

Bogo went to the back of the locker room to where, tucked away in a corner, was a door that most thought was a utility closet. It wasn't. Unlocking a specially secured storage locker he rarely accessed, Bogo pulled out an oversized duffle bag, stuffed Hopps' gear into a side compartment, and then threw the heavy bag over his shoulder.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"It's personal, move."

Higgins stepped out of the way of his pissed-off boss and fell in behind him as he made his way out of the locker room. Almost to the door, Bogo stopped, "What in the hell is that?"

Pointing to a graffiti covered locker with the remains of a small wooden step piled in front of it, Bogo turned, grabbed the back of Higgin's shirt, and pushing the hippo's muzzle toward Wilde's defaced locker, growled out, "I want that cleaned up! And I want the bloody tails of those responsible on my desk by tomorrow. Understand."

"Y-yes, sir."

Ramming the locker room door open with his shoulder, Bogo yelled toward the reception desk, "Clawhauser, with me."

Standing in the locker room's ruined doorway, Higgins watched the raging bull that was his boss stomp his way to the garage, Clawhauser in tow.

*Crack*

Higgins jumped as the door gave up ever being able to close again.

Adding new door hinges to his ongoing facilities repair request, Higgins shook his head and then made his way to the now empty reception desk. 'What the hell, first Bogo cleans out Hopps' locker, and then he grabs his duffle and storms out of the building so pissed off steam was practically shooting out of his nostrils.

'Something's going on.'

Leaning against the desk, Higgins looked back toward the garage, 'And what in the hell is Bogo so worried about that he needs his duffle?'

The radio on Clawhauser's desk came alive, "Jackson to Clawhauser, come in please, over."

Higgins picked up the microphone, "Jackson, this is Higgins, Clawhauser's not here. What do you need?"

"Sir, Clawhauser sent me to the Grand Pangolin Arms to check in with the landlord. The guy's not here right now. What do you want me to do?"

"I don't… damn it, he went with Bogo… hang on." Holding the microphone against his chest, Higgins was about to tell Jackson to forget about whatever Clawhauser wanted him to do. He didn't have time to deal with this; something was up with Hopps, Bogo was on the warpath, and then he remembered…

"Hey, Jackson, isn't that Hopps' place?"

"Wait one," Higgins heard the clatter of claws on tile and then, "Yeah, her name is on one of the mailboxes. Why?"

"Go up and check on her, and give me a call back."

"Can't you just call her?"

"Jackson!" Higgins barked out.

"Okay, yes sir. One rabbit health check, coming up. Jackson out."

…..

Plopping down, Janae said, "Whatcha doing, Nick?"

Startled, Nick's phone slipped out of his fingers and landed on the park bench next to the stealthy rabbit that had just hopped into his afternoon. "Nothing, just finishing my lunch break. Speaking of, how'd lunch go with Dalton, stir up any flames that needed dousing?"

"Maybe," and then swiping Nick's phone from the bench, she waved it in front of him, "How about you? The way you were looking at your phone, I figured you were checking out risqué pictures of last night's blueberry pie."

"Ah, no, as sinful as that dessert was, and as much as it deserved its own X-rated movie, I was looking at some pictures Judy sent me. She worked the Zoolympic Torch Relay this morning and took pictures of some of the celebrities that were there."

"Oooh, cool," swiping the phone screen, Janae brought up a picture of, "Gazelle!"

Rolling his eyes, Nick replied, "Yes, Gazelle was there."

"Oh, look, Sylvester Stallion, Bruce Woollis, Jean-Claude Van Ramme, and…" swiping rapidly through the pictures, oohing and ahhing, Janae quickly got to the end of the photographs Judy had taken this morning and then swiping one more time, asked, "What's this a picture of?"

Nick, unfolding his arms and getting out of his 'defense against fan-girl' posture, leaned over to see which picture Janae was looking at.

"Oh, that's of Judy and me at the Gazelle concert last year. It was the big one she did right after Bellwether was arrested."

"Judy looks like she's having fun."

"Yup, she even got me to dance."

"And this one?"

"Judy took that of us at the Rainforest Falls. And this one is us eating lunch at the top, and here I snuck one of her watching the falls from the river below."

Janae flipped through dozens of pictures of Nick and Judy visiting sites all around Zootopia, including more than a pawful taken at a distance showing the two of them posing with their arms around each other.

Swiping again, Janae awed, "You look so handsome."

Nick nodded, "Thanks, Judy took that right after my Academy graduation ceremony. I don't know if she ever told you, but she visited me every weekend she could, called most other nights too."

Closing his eyes and remembering what the ZPA was like, especially for a fox, Nick sighed, "There were a few really bad days when I wanted to quit, and I mean real bad days. It would have been so easy to pack my bags, give the place a well-deserved finger, and just walk away. But then Judy would call or visit, and just like that, she'd give me that extra push to keep on going.

"She's something else. I've never met anyone like her before."

Reaching over and swiping to the next picture, Nick smiled as he remembered how nice it had been sitting for this one. Of course, it helped that Judy never found out he'd added an extra full minute to the camera's delay timer.

"Judy took me to dinner that night to celebrate. This is us outside the restaurant."

Janae cooed as she looked at a picture of Judy sitting in Nick's lap, his tail wrapped around her legs, his arms around her waist, and him sitting on the edge of a colorfully lit fountain.

"You guys look so happy together."

"Yeah."

Janae was about to hand Nick his phone back when she realized something about all the pictures she'd just flipped through and asked, "Do you have any pictures of that vixen you talked about?"

Still thinking about his time with Judy that night, Nick replied, "What vixen?"

"Your girl in the city, you know, the one you talked about when Raven asked you all those crazy questions? Do you have any pictures of her?"

"Oh, her. Yeah, no, uh, no pictures, she's kind of shy, doesn't like her picture taken so, no pictures."

Janae tilted her head in disbelief and gave Nick a 'seriously' look, "You've got like, a hundred pictures of Judy, and not a single one of your girlfriend?"

Nick plastered an innocent look on his muzzle and shrugged, "Sorry."

Narrowing her eyes, Janae tried to stare the truth out of the fox and then, about to give up, she slowly lifted Nick's phone up as if she were going to give it back, and… dialed a number instead and yelled, "Judy, this is Janae, Nick said you should send me a picture of his girlfriend– Argh, stop it! Ow, you meanie!"

Lifting the now liberated phone to his ear, Nick was about to say something when Janae grumbled cutely, "She didn't answer. It went straight to voicemail."

Nick nodded at the pouting bunny and said into the phone, "Carrots, give me a call when you get this, and you can ignore Janae's message."

"Harrumph."

…..

"Sir?" McHorn asked.

Feeling a severe headache coming on, Higgins replied, "What?"

"I just heard that Bogo grabbed his duffle and left. What's going on?"

"I have no idea, but I've never seen him like that before."

McHorn looked toward the garage, "And Clawhauser?"

"I don't know."

"Sir?" came a voice from a polar bear, rushing across the lobby.

"Not now, Andersen."

Skidding to a stop, the bear replied, "Sir, I think you need to hear this."

Taking a deep breath, Higgins looked up, "Fine, but it better be important."

"Yes, sir. I just got a call from one of my CIs in Tundra Town. Two limos of Mr. Big's enforcers just loaded up and tore out of the Big compound, and sir, as soon as they left, the compound went into full lockdown. Extra guards, lights, barricades, the whole works."

Higgins' muzzle dropped open, "What in the holy hell…"

Looking between McHorn and Andersen, he didn't know what to think. "Have you guys heard something I haven't? Hopps, the Chief, now Mr. Big."

Both officers shook their heads, "No, sir."

"Damn, something's going on, and whatever it is, it's bad." Rubbing his forehead, Higgins groaned. "Our people are spread out all over town because of the Torch Relay, and now this."

Nodding to himself, Higgins motioned McHorn in close and whispered, "Get with your buddies at TUSK and have them gear up and be ready to move if we need them. Okay."

"Yes, sir," McHorn said as he turned to go.

"Quietly, McHorn. I don't want the media catching wind of any of this."

Waving Andersen away, Higgins went around to the other side of the reception desk and started opening drawers looking for some industrial strength Tigrenol. Finding only Clawhauser's various stashes of snacks, Higgins opened a different door and was rummaging when the radio squawked.

"Lieutenant Higgins, come in, over."

Reaching up from behind the desk, Higgins hit the button on the microphone base and said, "Higgins here," and then released the mic and continued to search through another drawer for some pain killers.

"Sir, it's Jackson, I'm in Hopps' apartment. She's not here, but the door was unlocked, and I found part of one of her dresses all slashed up on the floor, and sir, I'm not sure with all the Musk Mask everywhere, but I think it's spattered with–"

A spotted paw slammed down on the microphone cutting off the report as the paw's owner yelled, "Jackson! Clear this channel immediately."

"Clawhauser? Look, I'm in Hopps' place, and I found–"

"I said, clear this channel! Bag whatever you found and report to me, and only me, immediately! Clawhauser out."

Higgins stood up, a crushed jar of pills in his hoof, and then seeing an angry cheetah glaring at him, he let the pills drop and asked, "What?"

…..

Nick felt his phone vibrate. Carefully pulling the phone out so as not to disturb any of the kits watching the movie, he checked Finn's text, 'Damn.'

Extricating himself from the large bunny pile, Nick went and whispered to Janae that he had to make a call, and then made his way out of the media room.

After Janae's voicemail to Judy, Nick had tried calling her a few times during the rest of his shift, direct to voicemail every time. Nick tried texting, no response. Nick even tried calling Pawson a couple of times, he wasn't answering either. Frustrated and a little worried, actually more than a little worried, he'd finally called Finn and asked him to check his apartment to make sure Judy was okay.

"What do you mean she's not there?"

"Like I said, your Bunny-girl's not here. I see her clothes all over, and her stuff's in your bathroom, her luggage is here too.

"By the way, are you sure you want her living with you? She's kind of messy."

Nick growled, "Finn…"

"Sorry, look, maybe she's still at work, late shift, or something."

"No, her shift was supposed to be over at one. She told me she and Pawson were pulling early duty to cover the Torch Relay."

"Okay, so, what do you want me to do?"

Rubbing his neck, Nick walked around the porch a little and then leaned against a post, "Something's not right, I don't know."

"How about you call your cop buddies at the precinct."

"Yeah, right, like any of them would listen to a pelt that 'has a bad feeling' about his partner from two hundred miles away."

"You know, imprinting on someone will do that to ya'."

"Finn, not now."

"Just saying."

"Look, leave a note for her to call, and then get the word out to the community. If anyone sees her, or anything out of the ordinary, have them let you know."

"Out of the ordinary?"

"Yeah, like I said, something's not right, and I don't know what it is."

…..

"Mr. Brown?"

"Yes, White, sit, would you like something to eat?" Waving at his waitress, Brown sat smiling until she'd brought over two glasses of fine champagne.

"To the Mule."

Looking around, White didn't see anyone within earshot, but, "Sir… Wouldn't you rather talk about this at the lab?"

"Relax a little, White. The rabbit is dead. Clawed to death, just the way I wanted."

"Really? I haven't seen any reports about Hopps on the news. When did he ice her, and where's her body?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. My informant told me that the ZPD found her shredded clothing at the scene, and they immediately put a lid on anything to do with the rabbit." Chuckling at his victory, White added, "They must have been pissing their pants afraid of what happened because they even put TUSK on standby alert."

Rubbing his hooves together, Brown gloated, "Glorious, simply glorious. I couldn't have asked for a better response."

"Your informant told you all this? What about the Mule? Didn't you ask him to send you a confirmation once he finished the job?"

"I don't need it. I transferred the final payment, and if I don't ever hear from that crazy bastard again, I'm good with that.

"The rabbit's dead." Lifting his glass, Brown reached across the table, clinked White's glass with his own, and said, "Now, do your job and find me some new test subjects. Orange wants two or three and at least one female, and I want them acquired within a week. I want the formula tested and ready for when the ZPD breaks the news about Hopps."

White, leaving his champagne untouched, stood up, "Yes, sir."

"And White, don't ever make me have to clean up another one of your messes again."