"Detective, huh? Guess it has a nice ring to it."

his hair.

his smile.

he popped into your head, didn’t he?

Too much on her plate, that was the initial conundrum, trying to sort out what to believe and what to dismiss. It wasn’t an easy task amid the convoluted information she’d received, the truth getting lost somewhere in the chaos. Still, she wanted to believe only half of what she’d seen. Perhaps there was an innocent explanation, but her mind kept wandering back to evidence she’d found to suggest otherwise, stirring a sickening feeling in her gut, like a meal that just didn’t sit right. Suspicion only entertained her thoughts as the mystery deepened. However, she knew that only he could tell her the truth and she was bound to find it out, one way or another. 

Upon inserting her key into the lock, she found the apartment door already open. Of course that meant Nick was home. Why did that thought scare her for a moment? Why did she feel desire to turn tail and find a hotel in which to spend the night? Taking a deep breath, the bunny crossed the threshold. There was nothing to fear, she convinced herself, not until she got answers. 

“Nick?” Her voice seemed hollow in the entryway. “You here? I’m hoping so because the door was unlocked… Why is it so dark in here?”

CSI Zootopia

THE OPENING TO GABBY DOUGLAS’ GYMNASTIC’S ROUTINE WAS “TRY EVERYTHING!!!”

Type 1: their phone background is of themselves

Type 2: their phone background is of their significant other

Type 3: their phone background is of themselves and their partner; a couple

Type 4: their phone background is of a couple, usually fanart of an otp or a show couple

Type 5: their phone background is of their favourite character

Type 6: their phone background is some really fancy art or quirky/minimalistic kind of thing

Type 7: their phone background is of their pet

Type 8: their phone background is of their family or friends

“A minute is all the time in the world for me, kiddo” he stated confidently, taking out his glock before radioing his men “We’ve been given the greenlight, boys. Zach, take the guy on the wall, Sheik, windows, Andre… Yeaaah, pick whatever, I’ll be on the front door. We only have one minute to clean the pool so keep this clean, leave the girl for the fuzz though.” he ordered with a bit of a chuckle by the end.

When Victor finally got the confirmation of their orders, the vulpine drew his glock and scurried towards the entrance of the warehouse swiftly and as silently as possible. 

Once he was there, the vulpine gave a nod towards Nick to signal the timer before shooting the doorknob and rushing in.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash and seven shots could be heard as well as a loud scream from what seemed to be a little girl. Ten more seconds later, Victor came out of the warehouse, walking towards Nick as if he was just having an evening stroll.

“I’m not gonna lie, I am impressed,” the younger fox said as Victor approached, coming out of the building. “Now get your guys out of there and as far from the scene as possible. IA’s going to be up my ass, so we’ll need an alibi. You wait for me in the SUV, alright? I’ll call this in, move in on the ‘probable cause’ justification, clear the building, and then meet you here. What happened was we were sitting in your vehicle, watching the building, when a group of masked creatures stormed the facility. Several shots were fired, however forensics will show that none of the shots were mine. You keep your wits about you and we’ll get out of this situation without so much as a slap on the wrist.”

He velcroed on a tactical vest and retrieved a shotgun to breach the building with from the rear of his personal vehicle, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed the station. They picked up on the second ring, and Nick explained the situation in urgent, concise terms, “This is Detective Nick Wilde, Intelligence, reporting multiple shots fired in a location believed to be the whereabouts of a missing person. Responding officers be advised, officer on scene is plainclothes.“ 

To play up the role, he approached the door cautiously, checking all sectors as he was the only one to do it for him. Normally, with a partner, one would get a slight amount of cover by two sets of eyes and weapons scanning the possible sectors and corners, however, this time it came down to the sly fox by his lonesome. With a firmly-placed kick, he knocked the already-shot out door in and shouldered the shotgun. “ZPD!” He called out and entered. 

Nodding to her partner, she steeled herself to the task given her and roared up out of the place they’d been parked, spraying dirt and rocks in the wake. It was obviously going to be anything but routine when they arrived and Judy knew she had been trained for this sort of situation, but that didn’t mean she was ready to face it head on. In a best case scenario no one would get hurt, that was not the case here. Other than keeping her eyes on the road, Judy wasn’t one for much conversation, given the gravity of everything and before she knew it, they had arrived on the scene. 

Chaos was the most fitting word to describe the school, panic seizing both students and teachers alike as many had gathered in the parking lot as they pulled up. Beyond the door to the high school, nothing more was known, the location of the shooter or shooters cloaked in mystery. There were rumors flying through the faculty and student body gathered on the street, hearsay about where one had seen the perpetrator or another one had witnessed a gruesome scene that video games and movies hadn’t prepared them for, Judy’s heart aching for each and every one of the innocent lives shattered by the event. The press had begun to gather as well, making more of a circus out of the almost war-like conditions. 

Violet eyes, trying not to show fear, turned to her partner. “Hand me the vest and a gun and let’s assess the situation.” There was a little more confidence in her voice than in her stance, a nervous shudder running the length of her frame. “Are we going in or waiting for backup to handle this mob out here?” No one else could be allowed to enter the school and they needed quality control, barriers, if mainly to keep the prying press out of the line of fire. Was she ready to enter that building? The large front doors loomed like an unwelcoming beacon to a layer of hell no creature should set foot beyond. However, Judy knew there could be more casualties inside and breaking into that hell was the only way to save lives and bring an end to the whole tragedy. 

Before the car even skidded to a stop, Nick had forced his door open and stepped onto the black pavement of the parking lot. He promptly proceeded to the rear and opened the hatch. Vest slapped on and assault rifle strap slung around his shoulder, he prepared a light utility belt so that he could communicate with the other units coming onsite. Likewise, he prepared a smaller belt for the rabbit, who was currently keeping a watch on the scene developing before them. The fox tossed the vest to Judy first, then handed over her rifle and belt. “We don’t have time,” he hastily responded. “Backup will deal with the mob, and the press knows what to do. If they enter it’s their funeral. We’re first responders, let’s move,” he said, and took point, moving towards the oak front doors.

A large, diverse group of young students huddled together near a wall outside the front doors, separated by species, years, social class level, and amount of blood-soaked clothing they bore. But they were all alike in the same horrified and shocked expression on their faces. Nick paused before entering the school, allowing Judy to stack up on him, but his main reason was to triage some information. “Did you get a look at the shooter?! What do they look like?” He asked the students with a tone of panicked urgency.

“Dark.”

“Clad in dark.”

“Black clothes.”

“M-mask.”

She took a small step forward, the zipties in her pocket coming to the fore front of her mind, “How old are you, Shifty? Too old to be playing innocent, but sure, I’ll spell it out for you.” It was more for her sake at this point – if she could drive the knife in deeper she would, over and over until this idiot got the clear picture, “What they did was in self defense too, fox. You talk a lot of shit like you know what you’re talking about, so how’s this – probable cause. You heard of that one in your penny detective novels? Reason one: your collar is gone. It’s the one thing keeping everyone else safe from you preds going savage. Why would you take off your collar unless you were going to do something crooked? So if you wanna play the morality card let’s play the morality card – by killing you we save thousands of strangers whose lives are far beyond a no good bastard of a fox. Who knows who you’re gonna steal and swindle from next? Who knows how many bunnies or other small prey mammals you’ve gutted – for self defense, sure. ” 

She felt uncomfortable, because his comments hit close to home on some occasions. This fox had no right questioning her morals. Judy shook it off best as she could; he wanted to get into her head so she’d let her guard down. Never trust a shifty fox, “You shot down two prey, predator.” She shot back cruelly, standing still with her gun trained to the vulpine, though her form was a buzz with energy, ready to snap towards action as soon as the need arose, “I am serving and I am protecting innocents. Who knows just how many more you’ve killed in your fucked up delusions? You got what you deserved. I’ve never met you before; do you honestly think I’d lower myself to rub elbows with one of my natural predators?”