Author's Note:

Update:

I've been on FanFiction since 2009. I know what I'm doing.

Fur the most part.

I decided to try a shot at the Nudy ship thing...

Wow... "nudy"... I already don't like where this is going. Haha.

Kidding...

By the way, I don't own Nick and Judy and every other Zootopia character. That's all Disney's.

And the picture belongs to Zen. Not me.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Promotion Day

Judy Hopps' POV:

Let me start off by saying... the promotion was unexpected.

Chief Bogo led both me and Nick into his office and sat us down at the chair. He told us he was proud of our work... before he handed me the tiniest bunny sized firearm I've ever seen. A slightly bigger one for Nick. We both stared at the guns before I took mine first.

"Hopefully... you'll never have to use it, Hopps."

"Yes, chief." I said.

"Excuse me, Chief." Nick cleared his throat. "Are you... sure we should have these?"

The chief made a confused face. "Of course I'm sure. Zootopia has more large animals than any other part of the world. To have a Fox and Bunny protecting the city without weapons is a crime in and of itself."

I smiled. "These are... for Self defense only, right?"

"Yes, of course. Just keep in mind, most of the others in the ZPD don't have need for firearms. They survive on their strength and size alone."

"I understand, sir." I said, standing up. "We won't let you down. Thank you." I hopped off the seat and waited for Nick. "Hey, come on, we have a case, remember?"

Nick sighed, his ears going back as he took the firearm in his paw. He gave a polite nod to Bogo as he climbed down from the seat and followed me out.

I later saw Nick leaning against a wall, looking down at his phone, as if trying to avoid conversation with anybody.

"Officer Hopps." My ear twitched in Clawhouser's direction. "I heard you got promoted! Congrats!" He said with a big smile.

I returned the smile. "Yeah, it's crazy. He gave me and Nick a better chance at defending ourselves. We're not vulnerable anymore."

Clawhouser laughed. "I never thought you were. You probably don't even need the weapon. Haha."

"Well, it's always good to be prepared, right?"

"'Be prepared.'" I heard to my side. It was Nick who said it, but it was rather negative.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"That's the Ranger scout motto." He says, shrugging. "Ha... I suppose they never carried guns."

I started to feel some useless tension on the subject so I changed it. "You texting someone?"

"Yeah, an old friend named Stan..." He sighed, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Come on, let's go. I'll wait in the animobile." He made his way out of the building.

Nick was starting to worry me. I turned to Clawhouser. "We do need to go. I'll buzz you if we need anything."

"Go get 'em Hopps!" He hollered.

The vehicle roared to life and we were on the prowl.

"Okay, in order to find a predator, you gotta think like a predator." I said to Nick. I pursed my lips. "Hmm... where would a predator try to hide..." I turned to Nick for any possible asnwers. He was just staring out his window.

I rolled my eyes. "Nick, what's your deal? You've been quiet ever since the promotion."

"I never asked for that promotion." Nick said, looking down at his waistline where the firearm was wrapped around him. "I mean, look at this thing. I feel like a monster carrying this."

"You're not a monster, Nick."

"Then WHY do I have to wear it? I already can defend myself just fine."

"It also helps as a warning. You don't have to fire it. You don't even have to take it out. Nobody said you HAD to use it."

"Buffalo Bill said so." Nick retorted.

I turned to him. "Nick, please... if you really don't like it just pretend it's not there."

Nick's eyes widened, "CARROTS!" He yelled.

I turned back to the road and saw a red light with pedestrians crossing. I yelped and slammed on the breaks. It flung both of us forward an inch or two under the seatbelts. Looking back at me were some rather angry faces of several types of animals. My ears drooped and I sighed heavily. "We... are given tools to help us. If we use them for the wrong reasons then YES... that makes us monsters."

Right after I said that I saw something strange... something I don't think I've ever seen before...

Two animals... a Zebra and a jaguar... but they weren't just walking together, they were holding paws... or rather, hoof in paw... and when they were crossing, I could see their eyes light up as they looked at each other, and exchanged conversation. When they reached the other side, I saw an elephant scoff at them, and another animal nudged the Zebra harshly as they passed by. The zebra got irked but the Jaguire put her paw on his cheek... and then...

KISSED HIM?!

I felt like I was going to vomit. I turned away immediately. That is just... ugh! I can't believe that!

"Carrots." Nick spoke.

I looked at him. "Did you not see that! That's gotta be the most... ack! Blach!"

Nick rolled his eyes, "It's a green light." He gestured to the light in front of us... I suddenly felt foolish and I placed my foot back on the gas pedal, sighing.

"See what?" He finally asked.

"Nothing." I said. "Forget it."

Nick shrugged. "Okay."

It was awkwardly quiet after that.

But, there was a different feeling in the air. I couldn't put my paw on it...

"Maybe I should drive." Nick suddenly joked.

I smirked. "That'll be a sight. I've never seen you drive." I then realized... I've never seen Nick drive. "Why don't you drive?"

"Why don't birds use cars? ... Because they can fly."

"That has nothing to do with-"

"I guess you'll never know." He smiled at me, his ears perked up and his green eyed expression made me doubt if he'd EVER tell me.

Oh well... a cop has her ways.

By the way... We never found the killer that night.

I opened the doors to the ZPD after 11 PM... tired and hungry. "We... found... NOTHING." I said.

Clawhouser's shift was ending as well, and he was getting ready to leave. "Awww." He reached into his box and tossed me a doughnut. "You guys need anything? Coffee?"

I caught it. "Nah, Thanks."

We clocked out for the night, and went to the locker room to change into our normal clothes.

"You really think I got my license revoked, eh?" Nick asked me.

"It's the ONLY logical explanation." I responded, standing behind my locker door, using it to conceal myself as I changed. "But, I always have the computer system to check your background."

Nick walked over to me as I was putting on my jacket. "Ya know, we could handle this the EASY way... or the hard way."

"Or another day." I said. "Or never." I closed the locker door. "Frankly, I can go on living without ever knowing." I gave him a cheeky grin and walked out the door.

Nick looked confused. "Then... why did he have this conversation?"

"Good question!" I yelled back.

As I was dropping Nick back off to his van he opened the door than stopped... turning back to me. "Ya know, I have to confess something."

"Ah HA! You DID get your license revoked!"

"Oh, you wish." He responded closing the door and sitting back in the seat, crossing his legs. "Actually... it's something else."

My ears lowered a little. "Oh... okay. What's up?"

Nick chuckled. "I actually DID see the couple earlier today... and I should've recorded your reaction." He took out the carrot pen from his pocket.

My ears lowered more, and I made a bit of an angry face. "That's not funny, Nick."

"Not to you." He chuckled, clicking the pen's button. "That's not funny, Nick." He laughed. "Oh, I gotta keep that one."

I facepawed myself. "You done? I'm sure Mr. Tiny pants is waiting inside for you."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you jealous?"

"Wha- No! Get out of here!" I kicked his leg with my right foot. "I gotta get home too, ya know."

Smirking he opened the door. "Alright, Carrots. Alright." As he stepped out of the vehicle he saluted me. "Goodnight, Officer Hopps."

I gave him the best smile I could and tried to be cheerful. "Gooooood Niiiight."

The door closed. He knocked on the van door a secret knock and it opened... I drove off before anything else happened.

On the drive back, I didn't realize just HOW much time I've spent with Nick in the car with me... countless... and the time I've spent alone in this car... maybe... 2 or 3 hours total.

I sighed... it felt different when he wasn't here. It felt... much lonlier.

I admit, I missed him already... even when it was quiet, his presence still emanated some sort of energy that I now lacked.

Boy... I sure am tired. I'm missing someone after mere seconds of him being gone, jeez... give me a break. All I need right now is sleep.

Heading back to my place, I parked The Animobile and went inside.

As usual, the yaks next door were bantering at their usual volume, and I had trained myself to sleep like a rock.

My phone buzzed right as I was going to bed. I looked at it. It was from that darn fox.

That's not funny, Carrots. It said

I smirked, rolled my eyes, rolled over, and passed out.

Night world.

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P.S.

"Nudy Wopps"... that's just a joke. It's gonna be "Wildehopps" from now on.