Here is an idea for a story that has been floating around in my head for awhile. This story will be based on the characters appearing in Zootopia made by Disney and BBC TV show Sherlock. In this story Nick and Judy will take up the role of Watson. As for why I made Sherlock a fox well that will be made clear in a later chapter and just so you know I was originally going to include john in this story but it seemed that I would have to many characters around also Nick and Judy will not be together in this story (unless I have a massive change of heart). I just prefer to see them as best friends (however that doesn't mean there won't be any cute moments between them. This is my first fanfic so no flames please. Starts 5 months before the events of Zootopia

Chapter 1: Mr Sherlock Holmes

December 11th 2015 12:15pm

"What do you mean there is no ruddy car!" Stuart Patterson, A 50 year old beaver asked with a slightly raised voice. He had just got out of a meeting in the city centre of Zootopia talking to his wife to arrange for some transport for him to come home.

"My brother had to take the car to the rain forest district, I'm sorry." his on the other end answered. "Look can't you just get a cab?"

"I never get cabs." Stuart stated. It was true, he never liked cabs because they were usually driven by a mammal bigger then him which always made him feel smaller then he was, "You know how I feel about them."

"Well you will just have to it is your only option." she said hanging up

Stuart sighed, putting his phone back in his pocket and began to make his way to the exit of the building.

It was 13 hours later that the Zootopia police department found the body of Stuart Patterson at the top floor of an abandoned building in Tundra Town. He was lying on his side and his whole body stiff and had foam leaking from the corner of his mouth and small traces of poison on his finger tips.

The next month Stuart's widow stood up in front of his friends and other family members including their two children who were, like her in tears, swallowing the lump in her throat she began to give the eulogy at her husbands funeral "My husband was always happy and lived life to the full. He loved his family and his work and that he should have taken his own life in this way is a mystery and a shock to all who knew him."

February 22nd 2016 10:45pm

Two jaguars in there teens were running along side the road through the rain forest district withe rain pouring down onto them. James Phillimore and his friend Douglas had just come out of the movie theatre after seeing the new movie Deadpoodle at a 8:10pm session. Only Douglas had brought his umbrella In the event that it rained and James was regretting that he hadn't brought his. It was then that the sound of an approaching car made the pair turn their heads. James sighed in relief at the sight of a taxi.

"Taxi, Taxi!" James shouted out to the oncoming cab waving his arms trying to get the driver to stop. But the driver payed him no mind and continued driving.

James growled in frustration and turned back to his friend who was holding his umbrella over his head, "You go on, I'm going back."

Douglas frowned in confusion "What?"

"I am just going back to the store beside the theatre." James clarified "They were selling umbrellas there." He then turned and began to back to the theatre.

"You can share mine." Douglas said gesturing to his umbrella.

"Just go, I'll catch up." James shouted and ran back in the opposite.

Douglas sighed as he waited by a cab he had called a little further down the road. Five minutes turned into eight and James still had not come back from the shop with his umbrella. he waited another 5 minutes before the cab driver had lost his patience and drove off. He tried to call out for him to stop but he was already out of ear shot. Douglas sighed, he turned once more in the direction that James had gone before walking in the opposite.

Much later that night James Phillimore was sitting in the Zootopia Athletics centre drenched to the bone, with hot tears streaming down his face. He was holding a canister containing a single pill. Still crying he unscrewed the lid and tipped the pill into his other open paw and placed it into his mouth. He then closed his eyes as he brought his teeth down onto the pill and began to chew and swallow.

May 25th 2016

Philip Drake, a lion in his forties was waiting impatiently for his friends Beth and Iris to finish up their dancing. They had all gone to a birthday party together and Beth had been kind enough to drive them there, But now he was getting rather impatient. He then saw a deer walking towards who he recognised as Iris.

"Is Beth still dancing?" he said irritated

"If you call it that." the Doe replied dryly.

"Did you get the car keys off her?" he asked.

Iris reached into her pocket and dangled the keys in front of him, "Got them out of her bag." She then placed the keys back into her pocket and turned back to the dance floor to see if there was any indication that their friend wanted to go home. But as the searched through the crowd they found no sign of her "Hey where has she gone?"

Beth Davenport, a springbok in her mid forties reached her car and began to fumble for the car keys in her handbag. but as she pushed her wallet her phone and other items out of the way she could not find her car keys anywhere. She sighed, she was going to have to tell Philip and Iris that she had lost her car keys at the party. How was she going to get home now?

Two days later

Sally Donovan, a panther in her mid thirties and a Sergeant in the Zootopia Police department sat beside Detective Inspector Lestrade. Behind them were the photographs of the three victims; Stuart Patterson, James Phillimore and the most recent one. They were both sitting in front of a large number of journalists and news reporters as they prepared to deliver the news of the death of Beth Davenport. "The body of Beth Davenport, was found at 5:30am in the morning at a warehouse in the outskirts of Sahara Square. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles, those of Stuart Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but, Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now."

Many of the news reporters had their hands raised in the air. Lestrade then pointed towards a weasel in the middle of the crowd.

The weasel then lowered his paw "Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?"

The wolf cleared his throat before speaking "Well, they all took the same poison. They were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior indication-."

"But you can't have serial suicides." the weasel interjected.

"Well, apparently you can." Lestrade stated.

"These three people, there's nothing that links them?" the weasel questioned.

"There's no link we've found yet," Lestrade answered "but we're looking for it. There has to be one."

As soon as he had finished his sentence, a series of beeps that echoed through the room. quickly everyone realised that it was coming from their mobile phones. After pulling out her own phone Sally glanced at its screen and opened her text messages and her most recent one Contained only one word: Wrong. When she looked up she noticed that nearly every reporter in the room was looking at the screen of their phone. She then placed her phone on the table in front of her and addressed the crowd, "If you've all got texts, please ignore them."

"It just says Wrong." another reporter in the crowd pointed out.

"Yeah, well just ignore that" She stated "If there are no more questions, I'm going to bring this session to an end."

A badger in the crowd raised his paw "If they're suicides, what are you investigating?"

"As I say, these suicides are clearly linked," Lestrade explained "Look, It's an unusual situation, we've got our best people investigating."

The sentence was followed by another series of beeps with every one receiving the same text they had earlier.

"Says wrong again." the badger stated.

Sally sighed, "One more question." she shouted.

A small rabbit up the front raised her paw and began to speak "Is there any chance that these are murders?" she asked "And if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?"

Lestrade gave a nervous smile, "I know that you like writing about these but, these do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The poison was clearly self-administered."

"Yes, but if they are murders," the rabbit continued "How do people keep themselves safe?"

"Well, don't commit suicide." the wolf stated bluntly. The rabbit up the front seemed to shrink into her chair at that comment and Sally muttered something inaudible under her breath.

"Obviously," he continued "This is a frightening time for people but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be."

The wolf's final statement was followed by yet another series of beeps from the phones of the reporters in the room each displaying the same word: Wrong. There was a brief pause before Lestrade's own phone chimed and displayed a different message: Any further developments you know where to find me. SH.

Lestrade sighed, "Thank you" he said. He then stood up and grabbed his coat and walked out of the room.

Sally came up beside him, "You've got to stop him doing that," Sally said obviously annoyed "He's making us look like, idiots."

Lestrade then turned to face her, "Well if you can tell me how he does it I will stop him."

3 Days Later

Nicholas Wilde and Judy Hopps sat at there regular meeting place in their casual clothes with their police badges attached to there belts, at a local cafe where they discussed the cases they received from Chief Bogo but today they weren't discussing any cases for work. Today they were just hanging out and talking as best friends. Judy sat at one end of the table reading an issue of the The Daily Mammal while Nick at the other end of the table staring at the TV mounted on the wall a few feet away.

"Seems odd doesn't it Nick?" Judy said while looking at the Newspaper. "All these suicides in the news. They all seem too similar for it to be a coincidence don't you think."

Nick took a moment to glance away from the TV and look at the article in the paper to which Judy was referring, quietly muttering and shrugged, "I don't know Judy and even if I thought differently we couldn't investigate it because that wolf Lestrade…whats his name has got it. Anyway how is the apartment hunt going Carrots?"

Judy sighed "Not well. Its hard to find a decent place to live that is also affordable. What about you?"

"Not well either, I'm afraid. Now that my old roommate is moving out I won't be able to afford the rent now, even with all the money I made puling scams."

"Couldn't Harry help you pay it?" Judy asked.

Nick scoffed "Yeah, like that is going to happen."

Judy simply nodded. She knew Nick had a difficult relationship with his sibling, and decided to leave it at that.

"So…" Nick said trying to get off the subject "Hows the blog going Carrots?" Since Nick had joined the force he had learned that Judy had started a blog online since their first case together. She had written up her account of how they solved the night howler case (though had she edited out the part of him admitting to tax dodging), and some other cases she had solved before and after he joined the police force as her partner.

Before Judy could answer a familiar voice called out "Judy". She turned to face whoever it was none other than Mike Stanford. Mike was rabbit in his 50s and friend of her fathers that had occasionally came down to Bunny burrow in the summer when she was a child. Judy had always liked him because he had always encouraged her to pursue her dream of becoming cop, much to her fathers annoyance. She had been meaning to track him down since she first arrived in Zootopia but with everything from meeting Nick to the Nighthowler case it just slipped out of mind.

"Oh, hello Mike." Judy said getting up to hug the rabbit which Mike returned. "Its Nice to see you"

"It's Nice to see you to Judy. Look at you you certainly have gotten taller."

"Are you still at Barks Hospital then?" Judy asked

"Yeah," he replied "I am Teaching now. What about you I heard from your father that you joined the force."

"Yep I sure have." Judy said proudly

Nick cleared his throat and Judy turned to look at him apologetically "Oh sorry, Nick. Mike this is my partner Nick Wilde." she said introducing.

Nick stood up and shook hands with the rabbit. "Nice to meet you sir."

"Nice to meet you as well," the rabbit replied "You keeping Judy out of trouble?"

Nick smiled slyly "Oh I try, but little Carrots here always seems to find trouble sooner or later."

Judy groaned slightly and punched Nick in the shoulder "Knock it off Nick"

"Anyway what are you two doing here today?" Mike asked.

"Discussing living arrangements," Judy explained "We both seem to be having

"Aren't they paying you two enough?" Mike asked

"No, No. It's not that. It's that my apartment is rather small and I am trying to find another one that is bigger and affordable for me."

"And my old flatmate is moving out and I can't afford the rent on my own." Nick said

"You two could always just share an apartment?" Mike asked

"Well…" Judy said "I did think of that at first but there doesn't seem to be many apartments that would be suitable. They have either been to big and expensive or to small."

Mike was silent for a few moments, "Well you two could always get a third flat mate." Mike suggested.

Nick scoffed slightly at the idea "Yeah, come on we're both cops. I don't think anyone would like the idea of having two flat mates that could arrest him or her at a moments notice."

"I agree with Nick," Judy said "Who would want us for flatmates."

After Judy had finished Mike chuckled slightly, "Whats so funny?" Judy asked

"You two are the second and third mammals to say that to me today." Mike said.

Judy's eyes narrowed "Who was the first?"

Sherlock Holmes unzipped the the bodybag played out on the table in front of him to reveal the body of a recently deceased pig. He bent down slightly and gave the body a sniff. "How fresh?" he asked.

"Just came in," Said Molly Hooper, a female otter who worked at Barks Hospital "67, Natural causes. He used to work here. I knew him, he was nice."

Sherlock then zipped the bag back up and turned back to Molly "Fine. We'll start with the Wooden Cane"

"Will you be needing anything else?" Molly asked.

"No, I will be fine." he replied reaching into a bag pulling out a long wooden cane and began to stroke it before bringing the cane down full force on to the bodybag (with the recently deceased pig still inside).

Molly could do nothing but stand back and wince every time the cane struck the corpse of the dead pig. When he did finally stop she approached rather nervously "So…Bad day was it?" she said laughing nervously.

He then took out his notebook and began to to scribble notes whilst talking, "I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes, a lions alibi depends on it. Text me."

Molly nodded, "Um listen I…uh," she began to speak, "I was-"

"You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before." He said suddenly turning to face her, noticing the new tinge of pink around her mouth.

"Uh…I refreshed it a bit." she replied

He nodded slightly "Sorry, you were saying."

"I was wondering if you would like to get coffee?" she asked rather embarrassed.

"Black, two sugars please. I'll be upstairs." Sherlock replied quickly before speeding out the door before he could hear Molly's awkward okay voiced.

Mike hadn't really told them much about the mammal they were going to meet as they drove to Barks hospital. In fact he seemed to be deliberately withholding information about him…or her as if they were some big surprise.

After reaching Barks hospital Mike led Nick and Judy through the building until they reached a forensic laboratory and opened the door. The lab was filled with many of the tools that one would expect to find in a forensic lab from microscopes to test tubes, and other materials that Nick and Judy couldn't name but had seen in the labs found at the ZPD building. After they had entered they noticed who was presumably the mammal Mike was talking about working at the table in front of them.

The fox they saw working at the table, wore a simple black suit and white shirt underneath it. His orange fur was a little darker then Nicks. The most notable difference between him and Nick in appearance was the fur on his ears. While Nicks seemed to be a brownish colour, his was black. He briefly looked up at them at the sound of the door opening but then looked straight back down to his work.

"Not a bad place here huh, Carrots?" Nick said. "I don't even think the forensic labs at precinct one have this state of the art equipment." Judy couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Mike can I borrow your phone?" The unnamed fox asked not really paying attention Nick and Judy who standing beside him, "There's no signal on mine."

"And what's wrong with the landline?" Mike asked

"I prefer to text." he responded

Mike began to search his pockets before groaning "Sorry, I must have left it in the car."

Nick suddenly reached into his pockets and pulled out his phone "Here," Nick said, holding out his paw "Use mine"

The fox turned to face him "Oh," he said slightly surprised, as he got up and took the phone out of his out stretched paw "Thank you."

"This is my friend Judy, and her partner Nick." Mike said gesturing to the both of them.

The fox then began to move his thumbs across the screen to the text to it recipient "Podunk or Bunnyborrow?" he said suddenly.

Judy blinked "What?"

He turned his head back down to face her "The carrot farm where you grew up? Was it in Podunk or Bunnyburrow?"

"Um, Bunnyburrow," she said "How did you know that?"

Before he could answer her the door opened and a rather tall otter that was a a few inches taller than Judy came in carrying a mug of coffee walked towards him "Ah, Molly! Coffee, thank you." he then took the mug from her and frowned "What happened to the lipstick?"

"Ah…It wasn't working for me." She answered.

"Really, I thought it was a big improvement," the fox replied and began to walk back to his workspace sipping his coffee, "your mouth seems to small now."

The otter beside Judy blinked slightly before muttering an "okay" and walked out the door

"How do you two feel about the violin?" he asked

"What?" Nick asked

"I play the Violin when I am thinking, and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you two?" he asked "Potential flatmates should know the worst about one another."

Nick turned towards Mike who was watching the scene with mild amusement. "Did you tell him about us?"

"Not a word" he replied still smiling.

"Then who said any thing about flat mates?" Judy asked

"I did," the fox replied who appeared to be getting ready to leave as he began to clean up his work space and put on a scarf and long black trench coat "I told Mike this morning I must be a difficult mammal to find a flat mate for. Now here he is just after lunch with a friend and her partner on the police force who are most likely looking for a new place to live as well. Wasn't a difficult leap."

"How did you know we were on the Force?" Nick asked, but the fox didn't seem to be paying attention.

"I have got my eye on a nice little place in the city centre together us three should be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening, six o'clock. Sorry I've got to go. I think I left my cane in the mortuary." He then began to make his way to the exit of the room.

"Is that it?" Judy asked.

"Is that what?" The fox asked, turning back from the door.

"We've only just met and tomorrow Nick, you and I are going to look at a flat." Judy said.

The fox stared at her blankly "Problem?" he asked

"Me and Nick don't know a thing about you, we don't know where we are meeting and most importantly we don't even know your name." Judy stated flatly.

The fox smiled "I know your partner, Nick has an older brother who is worried about him but won't go to him for help so he pay for his apartment because he doesn't approve of him, possibly because he is an alcoholic and I know that you grew up on carrot farm in Bunny Burrow, that you were clawed by a predator when you were about nine years old that led you to carry repellent until you met Nick who showed that not all predators are what they are made out to be. That's enough to be getting on with don't you think?" he said before turning to walk out of the lab.

Judy and Nick just stared at one another. They had known this fox for barely four minutes and he had already correctly guessed many correct things about them. How had he done that they were both thinking and most importantly who was this guy. Before they could ponder that any further the fox's head came back through the door "The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the Address is 221B Barker street." He then clicked his tongue before wishing them a good afternoon and sliding back out the door leaving Nick and Judy alone with Mike.

"Yep," Mike said quietly "he's always like that."

And there is the first chapter. Please don't expect regular updates since I am at University so please be considerate of that fact. Not sure when the next chapter will be released but it will definitely be awhile, The next chapter will most likely be longer then this one however, I do have the first season roughly outlined as to where to end the chapters though so hopefully it won't be to long. I also know what some of the other characters are going to be as animals. I also have ideas for some other stories as well so if you enjoyed this keep an eye out for my others. Hope you all enjoyed the start. If there are any mistakes please let me know. See you next time. Next chapter, Chapter 2 The Science of Deduction