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"…So, that's basically everything that's happened since I was attacked," finished Judy while absently playing with the tip of Nick's tail.

"Well, next time you're critically injured by a world-class hitmammal intent on turning you into Julianne fries and need transport out of town to hide out, I'll be sure to let you drive."

"I'm fine, just a little sore. I could've driven if Bogo had let me."

"Lift up your arms, oh indestructible one," replied Nick with a smirk.

Judy huffed and slowly raised an arm until–

"Ow."

Nick gently took Judy's paw in his and, guiding it back to her lap, said, "Told you. You've had a busy few days. How about you let your fox take care of you for a little while?"

"You're not going to sniff me again, are you?"

"Nope."

Rubbing her thumb across Nick's paw, Judy tried, and failed, not to smile as she asked, "Okay, then what does Dr. Fox have in mind that might help little ole' me get better?"

"Hmm, that depends on how bad a shape you're in," replied Nick lifting Judy's paw to his muzzle, "I'd probably start with a fox grooming. They're known throughout the Commonwealth to be quite medicinal."

Gazing into Judy's eyes, Nick gently caressed the back of her paw with his long tongue.

"Eww," whispered Judy, biting back a smile.

Nick rolled his eyes, "Obviously, we must be dealing with a severe head injury."

"Obviously," Judy giggled.

Taking a closer look at his patient, Nick nodded knowingly and said, "I think this calls for some special fox ministrations."

"Special?"

"Uh-huh," and then leaning in, Nick whispered, "Fox nibbles, they cure almost anything."

Touching his lips to Judy's cheek, Nick slowly kissed his way down her neck until, about halfway down, Judy tilted her head, giving her fox full access to the most vulnerable part of her body.

"Mmmm."

Kissing the crook of his bunny's neck, Nick nuzzled into it and softly nipped at her fur.

"Mmmm, Niiick."

Stretching the over-large t-shirt to expose Judy's shoulder, Nick nipped at her fur again as he worked his way toward her arm.

"Better?" whispered Dr. Fox.

"Um," panted Judy, "I, uh… I'm not sure yet. A little more would probably help."

Smirking at his bunny, Nick nibbled his way back to the crook of her neck and then, ever so gently, brushed his fangs along Judy's neck.

Judy moaned. How long had it been since the museum? How long since she'd felt her fox's sharp teeth embrace her neck?

Judy shivered in pleasure.

His teeth, one of the amazing differences between Nick and any buck her mom wanted her to date, something she'd dreamt of feeling again, something she–

Nick slipped a paw under the t-shirt and caressed Judy's back fur with his sharp claws.

"Mmmm…"

With a parting touch from his long tongue, Nick released his prey's neck and whispered, "Feels like a pretty serious injury. How about if I…"

Gently turning Judy's muzzle toward his, Nick focused on her sweet lips and–

*Bam, Bam*

"Judy! Open up. My arms are full."

Lips barely a hair's width apart, the lovers both sighed.

"Hang on," yelled Judy.

"One more minute and…" growled Nick playfully.

"And what?" teased Judy.

"Not telling, you'll just have to wait patiently and see."

"I hear voices, someone open the door."

Nick gave Judy a peck on the lips and then went to let their oblivious chaperone in.

"Nick… Patience and I don't exactly get along," whispered Judy.

Nick winked back and pulled open the door, "Janae, how wonderful. Need a paw with that?"

"Nick? Is everything okay with Judy?"

Taking the double armful of clothes and both bags Janae was carrying out of her arms, Nick replied, "Yup, she's doing great. We were just unpacking her bins and organizing the room."

Janae stepped in front of Nick to survey her littermate's organizational handiwork.

Judy's bag, still tied shut, was sitting on top of two unopened bins that were stacked on the floor in the corner. The dust on the dresser testified to the fact that it was still empty. The small desk was barren of anything except for Judy's phone, and the clock on the nightstand wasn't even plugged in.

Eyes narrowing at how pathetic of a job her sister had done in unpacking, Janae focused on said sister and…

'Mmm-hmm. Organizing, right!'

Judy was sitting casually on the bare mattress, looking as innocent as a newborn kit. A kit whose shirt was pulled halfway down her arm, and fur all mussed up from what had to be a make-out session, 'And her neck fur, it looks like someone was licking it and–'

"Judy."

"Janae."

Nick dropped all the clothes on the bed next to Judy and added, "Janae?"

Janae huffed, "Nick."

Judy folded her arms, "Janae."

Glancing at Nick and then glaring at her littermate, "Judy?"

Nick looked back and forth between the does, and asked, "Girls?"

Janae grabbed Nick by the arm and guided him to the door, "Dinner's in a little bit. You smell like you've been… like you've been moving furniture. Go take a shower, and when you're done, you can help my poor, infirm sister to the dining room."

Nick sniffed his arm, "I don't–"

"Grrrr."

"Yes, ma'am," and then giving Judy a quick smile, Nick left, closing the door behind him.

Janae's foot started tapping.

Judy stared innocently at her littermate.

"Nick! I can hear you breathing out there. Shower. Now."

A soft grumble followed by footsteps receding down the hall wafted in through the door.

"You promised."

"We weren't doing anything."

Janae stomped over to the bed and tugged Judy's t-shirt back in place, "Yet."

"Thbbft."

Pushing the clothes pile out of the way, Janae sat and used her claws to brush down some of the more errant tufts of fur on her littermate's cheek and neck, "I think you owe me for saving you from almost certain temptation."

Judy rolled her eyes, "You're almost as bad as Nick."

"So?"

"Okaaay, I promise I'll be good from now on."

Janae raised a brow.

Judy stood firm for a few breaths and then sagged, "Fine, no crosses count."

"Good."

Turning around, Janae sorted through the clothes pile and said, "I found some of Jackie's old clothes from before she got mated. Nothing from June, though, she took all her old stuff. The bags are some of my old outfits and some underwear."

Judy ran a paw through the clothes, "Overalls, denim, plaid, and a bunch of 4-H t-shirts. I thought we were trying to avoid the farm-girl look."

"Yeah, well, Jackie was Jackie, and you're lucky she outgrew all this stuff before she left."

Judy chuckled, "Fastest mating ceremony ever. She's on her third litter, isn't she?"

"Fourth."

"Clay is a good guy. Jackie seems happy."

"Yeah, she is."

Janae fidgeted for a moment and then, twisting her paws together in her lap, added, "Dalton's invited me over for dinner with his family tonight. I finally get to meet his dad."

"Ooooh, meeting the parents," said Judy with a twinkle.

"Yeah, his grandparents too," mumbled Janae.

"Sounds serious."

"Yeah, do I look okay?"

Judy looked over her littermate. Janae had on a new pair of jeans and a light blue top over a white tee. She'd painted her claws a blush pink, brushed on a touch of highlighter, and finished off her look with a silver charm bracelet.

"I don't know, maybe we should swap outfits. It might be interesting to see how Dalton's parents react to seeing you in this," said Judy waving a paw down her front.

"What, it worked, didn't it? By the way, you didn't tell anyone where you got those clothes, did you?"

Judy shook her head.

"Good. Sit up. We need to get you changed into something else for dinner."

Judy waved toward the clothes pile next to Janae and said, "Hand me a t-shirt and some warm-ups and then help me off with this bralette. I can't believe you ever let anyone see you in this thing."

Loosening a clasp on the bralette, Janae chuckled, "I've never actually worn it. I was afraid everyone would think I'd gone all Amy, and I was prowling around for a buck to bed."

"Thanks. That's basically what Kristy's boyfriend just said to me in the storage room."

"Kristy has a boyfriend?"

"Yup, a ferret named Charlie."

"The same Charlie that's working at Fehler's Hobby shop?"

"Old-bun Fehler, who doesn't trust anyone not a rabbit, hired a predator to work in his store?"

"Yeah, more of your boyfriend's handiwork from the rumors I've heard."

Judy shook her head as she finished changing, "Well, I guess we can ask Sunday night. Kristy's going to invite him and his mom over to meet everyone."

Janae chuckled, "Thanks for the heads-up, I'll be sure to make extra popcorn for when Kristy introduces Charlie to Dad."

Judy's face darkened, and then both girls went silent for a few moments while Judy played with the hem of her shirt, and Janae tried to read her littermate.

"Mom's missed talking with you."

"I miss talking with her too."

"Every day?" asked Janae with a slight smirk.

Judy mock-groaned, "Maybe not every day, but a few times a week would be alright."

"So, what's been going on between you two?"

"Dad, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Yeah, I laid into him after I broke up with Nick. He called me about that article written about how the town treated predators. He asked me what I thought, and I told him."

"You told him, or you like Told Him?"

"I'd had the week from hell at work, and every day I saw Nick and thought about what I'd done to him, I got more miserable. All those years of dealing with Dad's speciest attitudes chasing my predator friends away, and then I pushed Nick away because I was afraid of what the crazies in town might do if they found out about us. I just couldn't take it anymore, so I went off on him."

"And Mom?"

Judy put her face in her paws, "I was so upset with Dad, I– I just stopped talking to her too. She must hate me."

Janae shook her head, "Mom doesn't hate you, she misses you. She just wants to know you're okay."

Sighing, Judy said, "That's what Nick keeps saying."

"Nick's a good guy. Maybe you should listen to him."

"Maybe, but I'm still not ready to talk to Dad."

Petting Judy's head fur, Janae said, "Start with Mom, and go from there."

Janae finished helping Judy change and then checked the time on her phone, "Speaking of dads, I need to get going, or I'll be late meeting Dalton's."

Both girls hugged.

"I'm happy for you guys. Give Dalton a hug for me."

"Thanks," replied Janae brushing more of Judy's neck fur down and then smirking a bit, added, "Check out the red bag. I added a special outfit for later."

"Sure, have fun tonight."

-/-/-

Nick shook his fur dry as best he could hunched over in the bunny-sized stall of the shower he'd just turned off. Boy did he miss his fur dryer, not that he'd been in his new place long enough to have gotten spoiled by having one, but having to embrace his inner contortion artist every time he dried his fur was kind of a pain.

Quickly brushing out a few errant damp patches of fur and then giving his tail a once over, Nick slipped on his shorts, grabbed his towel, and putting his paw on the doorknob… sniffed himself.

Arm, shoulder, and tail. "Harrumph," huffed Nick as he opened the bathroom door pouting to himself, "Mean bunny, I don't smell bad, maybe a little foxy, but–"

"Shame on whoever told you that. I think you smell quite handsome."

Nick froze. All his planning, the mapping out of alternate routes, him adjusting his schedule, every tactic of avoidance he'd come up with was suddenly all for naught. Right now, heart beating fast, fur puffed out, he was like every other prey mammal who'd thought they'd been careful, just before a predator pounced with claws and teeth, and…

"Hi, Amy. What are you doing here?"

Amy stepped closer to her skittish quarry, and putting a paw on his furry chest, said, "I live here, silly. My room's just down the hall. The one with the pink flowers on the door."

Nick stepped back to get out of range of this deadly beast's foul tentacles and replied, "No, it isn't. Your room is three halls over, near the teen section."

Amy smiled, "Hmmm, so you've been keeping an eye on me, have you? You know, if you'd like to come by after dinner, I'd love to show you my etchings."

Nick's eyes went wide at the invitation to his demise from the Venus flytrap of a doe batting her cilia at him, and then, about to make a break for his room, he heard…

"Etchings? Seriously? How lame can you get?'

'…Salvation.'

"Go away, Janae. Nick and I are about to get busy."

"Right," and then pointing at the fox trying to press himself into the wall, Janae said, "Nick, go to your room and get some clothes on. Judy's almost ready for dinner."

Amy stomped her foot, "No fair, why does he get to go to dinner with Jude the Dude, and not me? I saw him first. I should have dibs."

Janae slammed her foot on the ground sending a loud reverb down the hall.

Nick stepped back.

Amy gulped, lowered her head, and let her ears drop.

"Nick," ground out Janae.

Glancing at a subdued Amy and then back to a stone-faced Janae, Nick said, "Yes, ma'am."

Sliding behind his rescuer to leave, he whispered, "Thanks."

Nick quickly made his way to the next hallway, turned, and stopped once he was out of sight of the two does.

"Nick's off-limits, so leave him alone."

"Why? No one's marked him. That means he's fair game for a little fun. Why do you care anyway? You're practically mates with Dalton. How about backing off and letting the rest of us have some fun if we want to."

"He has a girlfriend."

"Not according to what Raven heard. Besides, she's not here, so who cares."

"He's Judy's ZPD partner, and they're working together on an important case."

"So what."

"What do you think Judy will do to you if she finds out what you're up to? Especially if she finds out you interfered with Nick and her solving their case."

Amy glared at her sister, and then being the pouty doe she was, lifted a foot in frustration and–

"Grrrrr."

–gently placed her foot back on the ground.

"Fine," huffed Amy, "I'll give them a few days to solve their stupid case, but then he's all mine."

Hearing Amy's footsteps coming his way, Nick made a beeline for his room.

-/-/-

Judy sighed as she watched the door close, 'Janae's so lucky. It's so cool that Dalton's family all want to meet her.'

Figuring since her main distraction was in the shower, she might as well finish unpacking, well, start unpacking.

Sorting through the clothes pile on the bed, Judy folded the jeans and shirts and made mini stacks out of everything Janae had scavenged.

Loading up the dresser, Judy grabbed the two bags Janae had left and dumped the clear one filled with underwear into the top drawer. Sorting the panties and bras, Judy folded everything and made room for whatever was in the red bag.

"Sweet potato pie, Janae, I don't even know who you are anymore."

Judy pulled a one-piece, red lace negligee out of the bag and, turning it around in her paws, chuckled, "Talk about almost certain temptation, thanks a lot, Sis."

Stuffing the negligee in the back of her underwear drawer, Judy dumped the rest of the bag's less salacious contents in another drawer and started in on her bins.

Dropping her travel bag on the floor, Judy opened the top bin and sorted through all the clothes from high school and college that she couldn't or didn't want to fit in the single suitcase she'd taken to the city a year and a half ago.

Glad she always bought her t-shirts large in school, she found a few that would fit her more fit current self. Most of what she'd stored away were her old concert t-shirts, all but a couple bought in town. Her favorite was from the one live concert she'd gone to, by herself, in college, The Beagles.

Setting aside the t-shirt she'd gotten autographed by Susanna Hoofs, Judy grabbed the other one she'd bought that night and figured it, along with her other, mostly Pop band t-shirts, would be perfect to drive Nick nuts since listening to her playlist always made him crazy.

Digging around for anything else useful, Judy's paw came across the last thing she thought was in this bin, her high school yearbook.

Grabbing the thick book, Judy opened it and started flipping through the pages as she wandered over to her bed and sat down.

Running a finger across a picture of her varsity soccer team, Judy's claw stopped on the three team captains. She'd played varsity all four years, been the best at her position for all of them, but never made captain. A young kit's goal sacrificed in favor of an adult dream.

Turning to the senior picture section, Judy scanned the pages for former classmates. Stopping on Bobby Catmull, she smiled, they'd been such good friends when she was a kit and then–

"Hey, Carrots."

Judy looked up at the muzzle poked through the slightly open door, "Hey Nick, come on in. I was just finishing unpacking."

"Yearbook?"

"Yeah, I found it in the bottom of the bin."

"Ohhh, so that's why the bin was so heavy. How big was your graduation class? Like a hundred thousand? I bet it took forever to pass out diplomas."

"Hardy har har. There wasn't even twelve hundred in my graduating class that year. You should have seen East High, they had over–"

"Uh-huh."

Judy bumped Nick with her shoulder, "No math jokes, laughing hurts."

Nick smirked, "Moi, make a math joke at your expense, never crossed my mind."

Judy rolled her eyes and started to close her yearbook.

"Who's the cougar?" asked Nick, pointing to the picture under Judy's finger.

"Bobby Catmull. He and I were friends when we were in grade school. He was really cool. He could play almost any instrument he picked up. Bobby was in the marching band and did most of the music for the theater department. I heard that after graduation, he became a studio musician, and I think he's even played offstage keyboards for a couple of major bands."

"Really? From Bunnyburrow?" Nick chuckled, "What kind of music does he play?"

Judy smirked as she took on an accent, "Yup, as'in I recall he used to play both kinds, Country and Western."

Nick nodded as he bit back a smile, "I guess I deserved that."

"Yup, one hundred percent."

Judy jumped ahead a few dozen pages and stopped on another predator, this one a jaguar.

"Howie Jaguar, he wanted to be an actuary. I think he's working for one of the big insurance firms in New Yak."

Nick snickered, "A predator that grew up in a town of bunnies, who's good at mmm…"

"What did I say?"

"Mo mamt moks," replied Nick around the soft paw holding his muzzle closed.

"Are you going to behave?"

Nick nodded silently.

Releasing her smart-alecky fox, Judy flipped forward until she stopped on the last picture she wanted to show Nick.

"Sharla Woolston," said Nick pointing to a picture of a ewe before Judy could say anything.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, her and a fox named Gideon Grey run a bakery in town, and theirs is the only place I could find that serves coffee.

Judy tensed up, "Gideon? Sharla's in business with Gideon?"

"Yeah," said Nick, not noticing he had Judy's full attention, "Nice guy, not real chatty, great baker, though. I turned a diner on to his shop, and now I get free blueberry puff pastries whenever I want."

Checking the motion of her paw as it went to touch her cheek, Judy asked, "What about Sharla? Did you guys talk?"

Nick shook his head, "A little, she asked how you've been, and I filled her in some. I kept meaning to swing by and ply her for some Judy secrets, but I haven't gotten around to giving her a call yet."

Relaxing, Judy said, "I'll have to give her a call and warn her about you and your nefarious plan to embarrass me."

Nick took the yearbook out of Judy's paws and closing it, asked, "Sounds like Sharla, Bobby, and Howie were all good friends of yours. How come you haven't talked with any of them in such a long time?"

Judy shrugged.

Setting the book on the floor, Nick reached out and put his paw on Judy's, "Something to do with what you told me down in the pit?"

Turning her paw over and interlacing her fingers in Nick's, she whispered, "It's not a pit."

Nick rubbed Judy's thumb with his.

"Hungry?"

Judy shook her head.

"My bunny not hungry? Now I know something's wrong."

"I'm fine."

"Your ears are droopy."

Not taking the bait, Judy let her thumb brush against Nick's for a pawful of quiet breaths.

Nick thought about pressing Judy with a joke or some of their usual banter, but he could see it in her droopy ears that there was more going on than not being hungry, and it all probably had to do with her mom.

"You look pretty tired. How about I bring back a couple of plates, and we eat in here?"

Judy brightened up, "Yes, please. I am kind of tired."

Untangling himself from Judy, Nick cupped her cheek and said, "I'll be right back."

Making his way to the door, Nick was stopped by a request.

"Would you bring me back some strawberries, please?"

"Sure."

And then, making big eyes at her fox, Judy added, "And a double helping of cucumber salad, if, uh, Mom made some."

"Got it," chuckled Nick closing the door on his not-hungry bunny before he needed a cart to carry her food order back.

-/-/-

Nick joined the end of the buffet line behind the last of the stragglers and kitchen crew. The dining room was already loud with the voices of hundreds of Hopps kits and a few guests. Nick spied Andie sitting next to Lucas on the far side of the big kit's section. Nick smiled, seeing that Andie, still wearing her bandanna, was happily chatting up a few of the older Hopps kits.

Andie nudged Lucas at seeing Nick and then waved and pointed to an empty seat near them. Having found an empty tray next to the almost depleted stack of plates, Nick nodded his thanks and motioned back that he was taking his food to-go tonight.

Loading the tray with two plates and associated utensils, Nick, made his way down the platters and chafing dishes still filled with plenty of food to choose from.

"Mom's looking at you funny," said the doe next to Nick. "Is something wrong? She was acting all weird while we were fixing dinner." And then, waving to a group of dishes that included the cucumber salad Judy had asked for, a plate of strawberry oatmeal bars, and a couple of other treats he'd heard his bunny talk wistfully about while they were on patrol, the doe added, "Mom added, like, four more dishes to dinner last second."

"I don't know," Nick replied as he looked over toward Bonnie.

It was apparent that Bonnie had seen his exchange with Andie because she was staring intently at Nick while one of her ears waved toward the hallway from where Nick had just come.

Nick shook his head slightly and visibly sighed.

Bonnie nodded as her ears dropped down her back, and she sagged in her seat.

Quickly filling Judy's plate with double helpings of all the special dishes that Bonnie had put out, Nick added a bowl of strawberries and a small bowl of blueberries, just in case. Finally putting together a plate for himself, Nick made ready to go.

Looking back at Bonnie, who he was sure had been watching him the whole time, he saw her motion under the table. Lifting the tablecloth out of the way, Nick saw a pack of flavored waters. Picking out a couple of strawberry ones for Judy, Nick set them on the tray and nodded his thanks to Bonnie.

Bonnie sighed, and then with a sad smile on her face, she half-heartedly waved an ear toward Nick in reply.

Ears splayed back against his head, Nick navigated his way out of the main room, away from one broken-hearted doe and toward another.

-/-/-

"Alright," Larry called to his partner, "hit the brakes so I can see if it works."

Marvin pressed down on the pedal and watched the ram through the side view mirror for a signal.

"Okay, okay, it's working," hollered the ram as he covered his eyes with a hoof and turned away.

Coming around to the back of the van, Marvin saw his partner rubbing his eyes and asked, "What's wrong."

"Nothing, it's just kind of intense without the cover on," and then as he snapped the red plastic lens in place, he said, "I grabbed one of those new super bright, low power, LED bulbs. They're way better for the environment than the old-style lights."

"So, does that mean Mr. New Environmentalist plans on getting the exhaust fixed, or maybe the oil leak repaired?"

"Hey, baby-steps, I can't save the whole world all in one day."

Marvin rolled his eyes, "Whatever, as long as the tail light works and White stops yelling at me about it."

"Yeah, and as soon as I finish putting on the new plates, we'll be all set to go."

Marvin picked up a worn license plate off of the top of Larry's tool bag and handed it to his partner, "Commercial plates, where'd you find those?"

Taking the plate and attaching it to the back of the van, Larry replied, "Took them off of some guy's van in the Canyonlands. He died, and his carpet cleaning business went under. I had to wait until his old lady left before I could lift the plates."

Dropping his screwdriver back in his bag, Larry asked, "So, what's the plan from Pink for tonight?"

Marvin shook his head, "White's running this one. He said Pink's sitting this one out, and we're supposed to do the pickup and report back to him directly."

"And the rabbit?"

"White says she'd been taken care of."

"Good. So, what's the play then?"

"White wants two or three young, healthy preds, and at least one of them has to be female."

"Great, and where are we supposed to find young preds that no one's going to notice when they go missing?"

Marvin smiled, "Nowhere tonight, but I've got a lead on the perfect place. I'll know when and where, in the next few days, so be ready to move as soon as I call. Alright?'

"Got it."

-/-/-

Trying to avoid spilling anything as he navigated the corridors, Nick had to shake his head, 'Bonnie looks miserable, and so does Judy. What's a fox to do?' Good question buddy, it's not exactly like you ever figured out how to talk to your mom in between hustles, or treatments, now was it?

Stopping in front of Judy's door, Nick rechecked the tray. All of Judy's favorites. That should perk her up and maybe put her in the mood to talk with her mom. Food always worked wonders for his mood growing up. Every time he'd had a bad day, his mom would cook him a favorite, or fix him a bowl of blueberries, and then after a tussle of his head fur, everything would be right with the world.

At least for a while food worked, up until–

"Don't go there Wilde," Nick whispered to himself, "Remember, emotional bunnies, not foxes."

Shifting the tray to one paw, Nick opened the door to Judy's room and poked his head in, "Hope you got really hungry in the last twenty minutes, because…"

Judy, curled into a cute ball of fuzz, was fast asleep on the bed.

Nick silently padded over to the nightstand, and picking up a small pill jar, set the food tray down in its place. Taking a look at the jar's label, Nick made sure the cap was shut tight and then put the painkillers on the dresser out of the reach of wandering kit paws.

Figuring Judy would be asleep for a little while, Nick shook out the blanket folded on the end of the bed and spread it over his sleeping bunny. Leaning over her, Nick made sure Judy was fully tucked in and then, humming a lullaby he remembered from his dreams, pet Judy's head fur, trying to brush away some of the pain he'd seen on her face earlier.

Judy unconsciously smiled and turned her head until Nick was cupping her cheek, and then as she pressed her cheek into his paw, she started to purr.

Nick gently stroked her cheek with his thumb for more than a few moments and then sighed, "Carrots, if only you knew what you do to me."

Figuring he'd better leave now or he was going to crawl in bed with her, Nick gently slipped a pillow under Judy's head and then double-checked the room.

Nick reached around behind the nightstand and flipped on the room's nightlight. Sure that Judy would be able to see her dinner, now midnight snack, Nick grabbed his own plate and made his way to the door.

Flipping the light off, Nick slipped out of the room, and just before closing the door, he whispered, "Sweet dreams, Judy."

…..

A/N: Chapter 45, Judy on Duty, will post a few days later than normal. Look for it around the 19th.