Nick Wilde stared at his reflection in the restroom mirror. He wasn't about to it admit to anyone but he was a nervous. First day on the force, first fox on the force. Wow! I wonder if this is how Judy felt her first day. No, she was a go-getter. He knew that the comments of the other officers got to her, even though she hid it, but even then, it was the 'having something to prove' that kept her going full force, and still staying peppy.

He on the other hand, wasn't as worried about proving himself to others; he'd already done that with the Night-Howlers case…

No. He, Nick Wilde, needed to prove to himself, that he could be a good cop.

He gulped. Images of the Jr. Ranger Scouts coming to mind all over again. The cold metal of the muzzle around his mouth, the panic he felt while the other boys towered over him, the hot angry tears that ran down his face as he berated himself for showing his fear to them.

The sound of a toilet flushing snapped him out of his memories. He quickly collected himself and flashed a smooth cool grin to Officer Clawhauser, who came up and started washing his paws.

"You know, Clawhauser… you might want to wipe the multi-colored donut sprinkles from your face before leaving."

Officer Clawhauser glanced at himself in the mirror and laughed! "Oooh! Yeah, I forgot about that, my mom bought me a super huge jumbo donut today for my birthday!"

"Aw, so it's your birthday today, huh?" Nick raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Well. Happy Birthday, Clawhauser."

"Thanks! Oh! How was your first day on force?" Clawhauser asked, while using a paper towel to wipe the sticky sprinkles from his face.

Nick smirked and a low chuckled rumbled forth. "Almost being beat in a race by a sloth, about stung my pride, but we caught him." He winked.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the text on the screen.

Hey! Are you coming?

He smiled and texted back. Sure thing. Give me a sec and I'll meet you by the door.

Nick turned back to Clawhauser and gave him a two fingered salute. "Well, gotta go, Clawhauser. See ya when I clock in tomorrow."

Clawhauser paused in mid scrub and looked up at Nick. "Oh! Yeah, See ya Nick!" He gave a quick wave then went back to trying to remove the sticky sprinkles.

Nick smirked then walked out the restroom door. He casually walked to the precincts' revolving doors, and saw Judy waiting for him. Her back was to him, and she was tapping her foot impatiently.

He stopped where he was and stared for a few seconds. The edges of his face quirked up in a genuine smile.

Judy Hopps. The most tenacious bunny he'd ever met. At first appearance she might come across as a wide–eyed, starry-eyed dreamer, overflowing with naïve optimism. On second appearance you'd realize she had a brain on those little shoulders, and a fighting passion that could bowl you over in a heartbeat… and on a third… On third, you'd realize she had a heart of gold, and cared, really cared about the people she met, about her fellow officers, and her job. All of that passion, optimism, love, and compassion were just a few of the things that comprised and made Judy, Judy.

Nick stood, arms crossed, watching her. She'd saved him…saved his life. Not just in an actual sense but in something much deeper. She pushed for him, fought for him, even though most people pushed him away. She believed that he could be something, would be something, more than the stereotyped predator, something more than a sly shady fox…and that…that meant more to him than she'd ever know.

"Ugh! Nick. Where are you?" Judy said aloud. Her foot tapping picking up to a rapid speed.

He smirked, shook his head and grinned down at the floor. Then he proceeded towards her.

She turned and saw him then. "Nick! What took you so long? We're going to be late!"

"Listen Darlin', You're gonna have to grasp the concept of 'good things come to those who wait.'" He glanced down at her foot. "and wait patiently."

She looked down at her foot, and then shot and annoyed look back at him. Her ear twitched and she let out an even sigh. "Come on. Let's go." She walked forward and pushed on the revolving door.

Nick let out a low chuckled and followed close behind. "Okay, but this time. I drive."

Finnick sat on the small couch he had in the back of his van, watching a sports game on the TV. He flicked channels briefly and was just about to turn it back to the game when there was a pounding on his door. His gaze flicked to the door. Another repeat of quick pounding came.

He hopped to his feet and grabbed the wooden baseball bat he kept nearby. He gripped the bat tight in his right paw and opened the door with this left.

"Who is it!" He yelled out, braced for a fight. He paused and glanced around, no one was there.

"Oooo"

Finnick glanced down, his eyes widened in shock. There right under the back of the van was a basket with a blanket overflowing out, and wrapped inside the blanket was a baby fennec fox.

Finnick's jaw opened slightly in disbelief and his eyes glanced around the alley in slight panic. Who in their right mind would leave a baby here with him!

The baby cooed again, and looked up at him with huge brown eyes. Finnick worked his jaw, then hopped down next to the baby, grumbling to himself, as he proceeded to look for any clue as to where the kid came from.

He found it. His paw caught one of the folds of the blanket and that's when he saw it. A small white note pinned to the blanket. He unpinned it and glanced at it. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar but the thought was thrown from his mind as he felt a tiny hand grab hold of his arm.

The kid was trying to reach for the baseball bat.

"You into sports kid?" He glanced down then arched an eyebrow and went back to the note. "Well, it'll be awhile befo…" He gripped the note hard and stared at what was written.

Finny! I'm in trouble. REALLY, bad trouble. I can't go into the details, but I'm scared. I don't know what they'll do with me, but I wasn't going to let them get my boy! Finny, please, I beg of you, take care of him while I'm gone. Hopefully, I can straighten out this mess and come back for him. His name is Cal. Please, Finny, please, keep my boy safe. He's all I have left. I'm sure you've heard what happened to Ken. I'm sorry for all this, Finny. Tell Call I love him. Tell him Mommy loves him. Thank you, Finny!

From your loving sister, Margie

Finnick's hand dropped to his side, and he sat back on his heels. Margie…in trouble…

He glanced back down at the note, then his gaze wandered back to Cal, who was now attempting to gnaw on his blanket.

Finnick blinked. The he slowly stood, grabbed the basket and gently placed it in the back of his van.

"All right, Cal…looks like you'll be bunkin' with me for a while." He hopped into the back of his van and glanced out the door one last time…searching for any sign of Margie. Then he slammed the door shut.

Author's Notes: Well... what do you think? I went to see the movie two days ago, LOOOOVEED IT, and I started writing yesterday. Should I continue? Yae or nae? Please review and tell me what you think, and if you'd like more! :)

Thank you for reading!

Love,

~OnciePunzie~

P.S. Don't worry, I'm still working on Escaping Wonderland. ;)