"So," said the sheep, "It's you."

Nick glanced at Judy, who was looking at him with concern. "You ok?" she mouthed.

The fox didn't reply, but his eyes said, I got this. Turning to the sheep, he said, "Billy! How ya doin? Long time, no see, huh?"

"You're not funny," Bill deadpanned.

"Aww, that's not nice! Come on, what'd I ever do to you?"

The sheep took a step forward. "Some of us don't like having a fox on our police force, Wilde."

Two more sheep stepped up behind Bill.

"Uh, Nick?" Judy whispered, tense.

He couldn't reply; one of the sheep had gagged him. Bill ambled towards him slowly, saying, "You thing that fire was an accident?"

Judy gasped. Surely he wasn't talking about…

"Your precious bunny wasn't supposed to live. Unfortunately, she's a bit less helpless than she looks."

Nick squirmed as another sheep grabbed at Judy. She jumped away just in time, then ran back and kicked the sheep in the gut. He crumpled to the ground as Bill continued his monologue: "And, since our sniper apparently is an idiot, she survived that, too."

"Why go after me, if it's him you don't like?" Judy asked.

"You could ask your fox," the sheep said, lazily kicking Nick in the shin. "I'm sure he knows exactly why."

Nick stared at her helplessly.

An idea formed in Judy's mind. Her voice unwavering, she spoke to the sheep. "So, since you couldn't hurt me—"

"We had to take a more direct approach, yes. Our weasel couldn't come up with decent grounds for his accusation, but what does it matter? We have Officer Wilde right here with us."

"Thank you, Bill," Judy said with a sudden smile. I find myself enlightened."

She glanced at Nick and nodded. Thankfully, he understood. With a twist, he freed himself from the sheep's grasp and kicked him away. Judy held up a pair of handcuffs and asked, "We ready to go? Oh, and where's the otter?"

That night, with Bill behind bars, Nick and Judy sat together on Nick's couch.

"So," prompted Judy, "that was an interesting day."

Nick laughed a little, his eyes droopy. "Sure was, Carrots."

The bunny leaned into his shoulder. "Do you know what he meant?"

Nick frowned. "What?"

"When the sheep said you'd know why he, uh, tried to kill me?"

"Oh." The fox turned away slightly.

"Nick—"

"It was to get at me." He paused. "He figured if something bad happened to you, then I'd give up. Quit the ZPD." He untangled himself from her arms, standing up to walk away.

"But why—"

Nick spun around angrily. "Because he knows I'm in love with you, ok?"

"You—what?"

He sat back down with a sigh. Turning to Judy, he whispered, "You dumb bunny."

And then he kissed her.

Bill the sheep sat handcuffed facing a smug-looking Nick and Judy. "You can't prove anything," he bleated angrily. He would've growled, but, then again, he was a sheep. "It's your word against mine."

"Actually," replied Judy, holding her carrot-shaped pen," it's your word against yours."

Nick grinned, sliding an arm around his bunny's waist.

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart."