A.N How many weeks has it been?! Has it been a month?! SUPER LATE UPDATE. The story's not dead, simply in a coma.

10:23 AM | Chief's Office | Precinct One

Judy couldn't believe it. The chief was sending her home, for a week! She stood up from the chair, and looked at the chief with shocked and red puffy eyes. She states her objection.

"B-but chief! I've already gone through a vacation last week. You can't possibly-"

"I can, and I will." The chief said sternly. He sighed and held his hooves together. "Hopps, you are in absolute no condition at all, to be working. I refuse to see my finest officers as an emotional wreck. For that, you're going in a time off."

"But chief-"

"Please, Hopps."

"Chief, who'll take care of the case?"

"Wilde, will. You're not the only fine officer in the building. He'll be working with Wolford and Fangmeyer." The chief explained, with a dull, and professional voice. He was serious. Judy just jumped down, and went out the office. The chief sighed to himself, as he rubs his eyes in stress. He wasn't the only one with stress in the office. Outside, Judy crossed her arms, and puffed, as she walks to her office, to prepare her stuff. Once she was inside, she saw Nick, reviewing the case files, looking quite tired. Judy sat on her own chair.

"Hey, Nick?" Judy called out. Nick looked at her with a confused expression. "Listen, chief told me to take the week off, and only me." She sighed. Nick looked at her with a frown, but not directly for her, for the command his boss gave Judy. Nick sighed with contempt, and pats Judy on the back. Judy left a smile, as she puts the case files between her laptop, and gets up to leave. The moment Judy left the room, Nick bashed the table with anger, leaving a small crack on on the glass. He covered his eyes in stress, and sighed. With everything he has done to Judy, he should at least work on the case, and that's what he's gonna do.

Grand Pangolin Arms | 11:32 AM

What to do, what to do? The repeating question in Judy's little mind was boringly torturing her. She sat up, looking around her apartment for something to do. Anything at all, even staring at a speck of dust.

'Eleven-thirty...' She then brought out her phone, and looked through her contact list, seeing Nick at the top of the most frequently called. She tapped the call button, and waited for a response, and said response was a series of beeps, stating nobody was at the other end. She tried again, and this time an automated voice greeted her with a monotonous voice.

"The number you are trying to call, is currently unavailable. Please try again."

Judy sighed, and put her phone down. It was supposed to be lunch break, and she wonders what's going on with her? Out of nowhere, her phone rang, filling her sensitive ears with the usual digital tone. She answered the call without hesitation. Maybe it was Nick? Maybe he was-

"Love!" Oh... "Do you have any plans for tonight?" The usual, annoying, snarky, cocky voice asked her.

"Well, no-"

"Good! Let's meet up at Falegin's Royal Restaurant, Rainforest District, at 8 PM, alright?"

"Now, hold on just a minute!" Judy protested.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"Listen, Percy. I'm on a week off, and I'm planning to use the time to work, so..."

"A week off is a week ofd, Sugar. Indulge with me! There's champagne." Percy said in an excited voice, as if Judy was an alcoholic.

"I don't drink alcohol."

"There's root beer?"

"I don't even like root beer."

"Just come over! Seeya." Percy snapped, as he drops the call. Judy sat blankly with an annoyed face, dropping the phone to the mattress. She sighed and lied back down on the bed, looking at the files with a questioning face. She sighed, as she mustered up the energy to stand up, and grab the files. As she arranges them, she had a single thought;

'I wonder what Nick is doing?'

Marie Apartments | Happytown | 11:32

In the seemingly calm abandoned building of Marie Apartments, one could hear a phone ringing, and a faint scream of pain inside. Inside said apartment, is a bloodied jackal, a bloodied police baton, choking said jackal, and a smirking, devilish fox.

"Well? Are you gonna tell, or I'll just snap your neck?" Nick said in a dark voice.

"P-please! Don't!" The jackal screamed with a gargling voice.

"Jeez, Fred. It's super easy to open and move your mouth as you release your vocal chords to say the truth."

"Alright! Alright! A guy who works for him goes to The Fizzy Rose! Always around 7!" He choked. He breathes heavily, as Nick lets go of the struggling animal.

"See? That wasn't too hard." Nick smirked. The jackal didn't appear to given up, when he pulled out a taser. Nick reacted quickly, by choking him once again, and snapping his neck. The jackal went limp, as he crashes onto the ground. Nick smiled triumph over his body. Looking at his baton, it was drenched in blood for repeatedly battering him. He sighed, and went to look for a sink around the building. He stared with a blank face, as the water flows down the baton.

"Criminals with objections these days... That's actually kind of ironic." He laughed.

Fibly and Gerry's office| Precinct One

In a smoke infested office lies Richard Fibly, and Dan Gerrys, looking through the files of Henry Browntail's killer. Dan shook his head from the complexity of this killer. Whoever he was, he's a mastermind. Dan banged the table in frustration.

"What's up?" Richard asked.

"Well, OBVIOUSLY we're nowhere near the killer!" He sighed. "I'm grabbing coffee."

"It's not yet lunch break!" Richard protested.

"You know I'm going to object." Dan commented. "Take care of the rest of the files, will you? Boss wouldn't like a dead end tunnel." Dan said, as he exits the door, along with Richard shaking his head to his partner's stubbornness.

O'Buck Inc. | Emerald Building | Savanna Central

Percy sat idle in his office, as he looked through reports of his 'special' employees. He sighed in anxiety, and kept the papers in his filing cabinet. Looking at the time, he called out on his phone.

"Hey, uh... Keith? Which of my suits are available?" Percy asked through his office phone.

"The Rosemary, and the Xialing Grand."

"What about the Bordouix?" Percy asked.

"Err, still in the washing sir, at the Private Clothes Service."

"Oh, okay— wait, what?! Why are they washing it?"

"Uhm... it kind of fell off its display, and landed on the wet floor... ehehehe." Keith said in a nervous voice.

"Good job! And, oh! Even better; you gave it to an amateur washer!"

"They're a top quality service, sir. I told them to take very good care of it."

"I need that by 7 sharp."

"B-but sir! They said it would take them at least 9 hours for it to be in top notch condition."

"W-why?!"

"Remember the taking good care of it, part?"

"Well, I'll just have to get it myself, then!"

"But sir—"

"No objections. Tell them to hurry it up." Percy commanded, as he drops his office phone, and rubbed his eyes in frustration. 'Did he really dare object on me?'

A.N I had to release something! Shorter chapter, lamer content. Sorry for disappointing you. Next chapter will be up in one to two weeks or I'll punch myself.