I seem to remember seeing a request somewhere for a mash-up of Zootopia and Hot Fuzz. I've been flexing my writing muscles for the last few days and I reckon I can tackle this. I watched both movies today just to make sure I had as much information as I could and had a rough overview of plotlines. Some things I'll refer to pretty directly, others I'll have to change in order to make the worlds fit. Hope you enjoy!

EDIT: Cover art used with permission of the amazing Littleivy25, who can be found on DeviantArt-dot-com!

"Wilde, Hopps; my office."

Judith Eileen Hopps, first rabbit officer of the Zootopia Police Department, perked her grey ears up at the sound of her chief's deep voice rumble through the air. Her partner, Nicholas Piberius Wilde, also perked up slightly at the summons. The pair shared a questioning glance before hopping down from their oversized chairs and making their way across the bullpen, dodging the occasional fellow officer. With colleagues over twice and sometimes three times their mass moving around they were used to it.

Nick opened the door for Judy, allowing her to enter the dim office that belonged to Chief Bogo. The ornery cape buffalo sat at his desk already, hooves steepled in front of his muzzle. Nick shut the door softly and the pair hopped up with as much dignity as they could into more oversized seats.

The room was silent for a few moments as Bogo observed the duo. Hopps was alert, ears at full-sail and pointed directly at him, while Wilde was slouching back in feigned casualness. His face betrayed nothing, but the tip of his tail flicked with a steady tempo that spoke volumes about the amount of attention he was paying. Nothing would slip him by while he was in this room. Good.

"Officer Judy Hopps," Bogo began, flipping open a manilla-coloured folder on the desk in front of him with deliberate slowness. He adjusted the small golden-framed eyeglasses he wore and started reading aloud. "Graduated Valedictorian of her class with the Zootopia Police Academy. Surpassed all of her peers in spite of concerns about her being a rabbit. Showed a distinct aptitude in adaptivity to our multi-climate environs here in Zootopia Central and supplemented her learning with extra-curricular activities that included, amongst other things, two of the three paw-to-paw combat styles offered in the Academy, offensive driving, urban pacification and," he said, pausing to raise his gaze and look at the blushing yet proud female officer over the frames of his spectacles, "managed to find time to become Notary of the Academy's Mammal Inclusion Program. All in all, one of our best graduates and despite a bumpy start, one of our best officers."

Bogo shifted his eyes once more, now giving Nick his full attention as he flipped Judy's folder closed and retrieved another. "Officer Nick Wilde, graduated Valedictorian of his class with the ZPA. Surpassed all of his peers in spite of concerns about him being a fox with a rap sheet of minor offences as long as his tail and a history of 'hustling the streets'. Showed exceptional aptitude in the Tundra-Town and Savannah Central environs, even beyond that of Officer Hopps, and supplemented his learning with additional classes in marksmanship, non-violent pacification and hostage negotiation. The only blemish to an otherwise perfect record is a single report advising your tutors had a suspicion that you were responsible for some vandalism, specifically that you had bleached-and-dyed the rest of your classmates' PT gear a particularly vulgar shade of green. The reason for the suspicions being levelled solely at you, Wilde, is because you didn't suffer the same attention."

Bogo closed the folder and removed his glasses, fixing Nick with a look that made it clear that he was unamused by what he had just read. Nick had the good graces to offer a nervous and fleeting smile as his only reaction.

"I have called you in today for a few reasons." Bogo said, leaning back slightly. You are by most accounts two of the most gifted students to have ever graduated from the Police Academy. You are both dedicated, and even discounting the fact you are partners, your records are almost identical for numbers of arrests, cases solved and commendations. The two of you have been injured in the line of duty on several occasions, broken bones and such; Wilde is the only one to have suffered malicious injury when he was stabbed in the paw last year by, of all things, someone dressed as the Hogfather at Christmas. I would like to congratulate you both. You've done good work here; very good work."

"Thank you, Chief" the smaller mammals replied, almost perfectly in unison. Bogo leaned forward again, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his snout to help relieve the headache he was about to get.

"That is why," he said, "you are being transferred."

The silence was deafening. Judy's ear-tips wilted slightly as her eyes went wide, her mouth shrinking from a gentle smile to an expression of confusion. Wilde remained slouched, but the fur of his tail bristled and the twitch ceased. Bogo remained impassive as Wilde shuffled forward, rolling his shoulders as if he was working up to a fight and cocking his head at a slight angle.

"Could you repeat that, Chief? Just the last couple of words there; darnedest thing, I could have sworn you said we're being transferred." Nick said, his voice low but carefully neutral. Bogo would have felt calmer being on the bomb squad again.

"I did indeed say that, Officer Wilde. You and Officer Hopps are being transferred to another location. Before you become unreasonable," he said, holding a hoof out to delay the outburst about to come from the doe-rabbit whose eyes had begun to water and nose had begun to twitch. "I would like to point out that this is not a permanent assignment, nor is it because we are unhappy with you. Do you realise that in the two years and seven months since Wilde became an officer, the two of you have yet to take a sick-day that wasn't mandatory following an injury, and you both never take holiday? The two of you are here every working day unless there is something physically stopping you, and even then I happen to know that you visit each other to discuss the details of cases. The two of you are the most dedicated officers I have ever had working under me. You have less days off per year than I do. That is why I am reassigning you to another precinct for a while; you're overworking yourselves."

Bogo took stock of the situation. Wilde's pupils moved rapidly, searching his face for any tells or indications of untruths while the cogs could almost be seen and heard ticking away under the rust-red fur of his forehead as he considered what had been said. Hopps' tears refused to fall, although her nose still twitched and her ears had fallen limp behind her head. The rabbit too was thinking, mulling over the facts as presented and most assuredly reaching the conclusion that Bogo had told them the truth.

The buffalo huffed a breath out, removing his glasses and setting them down gently on the personnel files in front of him. He allowed the pair to process for a few moments more. The sounds of his precinct were muffled, distant through the walls and door of his office and gave a momentary reprieve from the situation. It was lively out there today, more-so than usual at any rate.

Judy finally met his gaze and almost whispered her question; the inevitable one he had known was coming and he had even asked himself. "Why can't we just stay here, chief? We could take time off if you want, reduce our hours?"

"I'm sorry, Hopps. This came from above; the two of you are raising concerns. The press have noticed you are barely away from work and there have been rumours we're making you work harder than anyone else because of your species. Staff Psychologists have even come down claiming that you're pushing yourselves hard because you think you need to work harder than any other mammal here in order to get the same recognition. We've had concerns about your social lives raised by fellow officers who've noticed you're never taking time for anything else, and quite frankly I agree. When was the last time you did something completely unrelated to the ZPD?" Bogo said. He knew the answer before either could even deny it; even when they ended their shifts, they'd usually spend some time together at the bar or their respective apartments and discuss cases and leads. "The only concession we can make is that you will still be functioning officers, you would just be in a much quieter location with a significantly decreased caseload. At this point if we gave you time off and enforced it, we wouldn't see either of you for a couple of months, so this way you get to unwind a little, still get paid and use some of the banked holiday time by running four-day weeks; maybe even three-day weeks."

"Where are we being sent to?" Nick asked. Bogo cracked a small smile as Hopps sent a death-glare at the fox that looked as though it wouldn't have been out of place on an angry lion.

"You're not just going to accept this are you?" Judy hissed, still glaring. If looks could cause injury, Wilde's fur would burn off if this went on any longer.

"Of course not, Carrots. I just want to know."

Bogo cleared his throat, gaining their attention back before giving his answer. "You are being assigned to a rural precinct. Bunnyburrow is not an option given that there is a slim potential for favour being shown to the local denizens as you are from there, Hopps; we both know that you wouldn't do it, but it's still something we had to factor in to the equation. You would both be living and working in the county of Bushel Fields; a slightly urbanised town square, some convenience stores and quaint surroundings. I won't lie, it's surrounded by fields and it's in the middle of nowhere. Their crime records are extremely low so you would be mainly earning your keep through community outreaches and the odd patrol more than anything else, but it would be a good change of pace for you both."

"I see," said Nick. "If you don't mind, Chief, I'd quite like to speak to the boss about this."

"You want me to get the Commissioner down here?" Bogo asked.

"Yep."

"And you, Hopps?"

The rabbit shifted, clearly uncomfortable. She nodded quickly.

Bogo clicked his intercom and asked the receptionist on duty, an antelope by the name of Lucy, to ask the Commissioner to visit his office. The trio had waited no more than a handful of minutes before the door to Bogo's office opened and all three of them stood as Commissioner Timothy Allard entered. Allard, a silver-furred wolf in his fifties, was resplendent in his dress uniform trimmed with medals and brocade. He took Bogo's chair, the buffalo stepping aside, and gestured for Nick and Judy to settle again.

"Good to see you both. I take it you're not happy with this decision." Allard said. "Believe me, it was not a decision made lightly. Truth be told, the two of you have just been making us look bad. No time off, concerns being raised inside and out of the ZPD? I nearly just insisted on you being made to take three months off solid but the shrinks convinced me you'd drive yourselves, and me, nuts if I did. So, here we are. It's not negotiable; you're going to Bushel Fields for a couple of months to get R&R and that's that."

Nick and Judy boggled at the declaration. Nick, for his part, had wanted to discuss the matter, to see if an accord could be reached or a compromise negotiated but Allard had ridden rough-shod over that possibility. Judy was on the verge of tears again and the sight of it caused a lump to raise in his throat that choked off the growl that was building before it even started. Nick smirked. "Well, sir, there's one thing you haven't considered." he said, smugly.

"Oh?" Allard replied, his head cocking at an odd angle and his ears twitching slightly.

"Yep." Nick said, standing with purpose and striding to the door. "What the rest of the team think of all this!"

Nick pulled the door open sharply and his face fell. A paper banner with letters as tall as Judy herself had been stretched across the bullpen's far wall, spelling out 'Good luck' in glitter and saccharine sweetness. Their fellow officers, their friends, had a cake laid out on Bogo's podium for them and a small stack of wrapped gifts. A small cheer went up from the assembled officers and Nick realised his and Judy's fates were sealed.

They were going to Bushel Fields.