'Shes been talking for an hour now...'

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz ...

'She might as well have started with the story of Adam and Eve, and just work her way back! Thats how long this story has taken and she hasn't even gotten to the part about WHY AND HOW she got into my house!'

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!

'HOW LONG AS THAT FLY BEEN HERE FOR!?'

The flying pest circled around the bunny cop's head, taunting her with its annoying sound. It had been playing its damned little game for almost a full minute now, and Judy was getting sick of it. On a normal day, she would have gone about with rolling up a newspaper and leaping from the couch to swat at the fly, only to promptly miss it by a mile, but today was different. With a very soft, growl like sound, Judy lept off of the couch and set both of her paws onto the coffee table before her, just as the fly and buzzed by again. This really began to grate on her nerves, but not as much as her unexpected guest was.

"And then I- going somewhere, ma'am? I was just in the middle of-!" Nichole was cut off promptly by a wave of her son's hand.

"Its just a fly, mom. Let Judy handle it and then you can go back to retelling the story of how you broke into her house." Nick mused, taking a magazine off of the table and rolling it up for Judy. "Isn't that right, carrots?"

"Yes." Judy replied, giving her a friend a thankful look as he freed her from the almost torture that was listening to this droning story. "You stupid, buzzing thing!"

The fly took off, but suddenly landed on the nearby lamp and sat, as if trying to act like an open target for the scornful bunny. She snuck up quietly behind it, and suddenly swung at it again, but instead of squashing the thing, she hit a lamp. The lamp spun like a top on the table, but quickly landed on its flattened base and stilled once more. Ignoring it, Judy took off after the fly once again, leaving the two foxes to wait in the livingroom as she ran around her small apartment with the magazine in hand still.

"She sure has a temper." Nichole muttered, folding her arms over her chest.

"Who? Carrots? Nah." Nick smirked, turning to his bunny friend once again.

"YOU WILL NOT BEAT ME!" She shouted, just as Nick finished up his sentence, his cocky smirk falling suddenly.

"Hey, Carrots?" Nick started, but stopped and ducked when the newspaper was swung at him, only to miss him and strike the lamp once again. "What the heck!?"

The tacky lamp that Nick had given Judy that she kept around for a good laugh, did not escape death, and was now shattered upon the living room floor. Amidst the mess of broken glass, Judy looked up at her friend with innocent eyes as she promptly dropped the rolled up magazine and whistled innocently.

"I'm going to turn around and assume you didn't do that and that the fly is dead now." The fox finished his statement, then promptly swiveled around on his heels and faced the other direction.

Judy slapped a paw over her face and groaned softly into it for a short while before releasing it and tromping over to Nick, who she promptly grabbed by his tie and yanked him into the other room, the fly and Nichole ignored by her.

"Nick, could I talk to you privately for a second?" Judy asked, despite already dragging the fox away.

"About how you went savage on a fly and murdered that innocent lamp?" Nick joked, only to stop when Judy glared at him.

"Not funny." She snapped, all but shoving him into the bathroom and following him in.

"I was just kidding... Seriously, whats up?" Nick asked, folding his arms over his chest in a similar fashion to how his mother had earlier.

"Nick... Its not that I don't like you mom- I mean, I did just meet her and everything, but-" Judy was cut off by a wave of the fox's arm, doing a windmill like motion over her face.

"Carrots, I already know what you're going to say. Let me just tell you that 1.) My mom talks forever, and trust me, you never get used to it, 2.)-"

"Now I see where you get it from..." Judy muttered faster than she could think.

"Whats that supposed to mean!? I don't talk-" It was Judy's turn to cut off the fox.

"This coming from the guy who ADMITTED to felony tax evasion to a COP!" Judy shot back, clenching her fists as she spoke.

"Would you let me finish just one sentence!?" Nick yelled a little louder than he would have liked.

"If I did that then we'd be in this bathroom forever!"

"Why are you getting so tail hurt over this? Usually you're so "Sunshine and roses" around new people. I thought you wouldn't mind." Nick pointed out, only to realize his mistake and wince in anticipation for the grief Judy was about to give him for it.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm just a little confused and stressed out about YOUR MOM suddenly BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE, during work." Judy admitted with a little shrug. "And since you just admitted that you were the one that invited her, then you should be the one to explain things in simple words to me."

"But I thought I talk forever like my mom." Nick reminded her, earning a sharp kick to the shin. "OW!"

"Keep it short. I know how to kill you, hide your body, and make it look like an accident!" Judy yelped, but then took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Fine... So, maybe my mom doesn't know about the whole "Con-artist since 12" thing, and when she called me the other day, I KINDA, maybe, sorta, that is to say- told her a bit of a different story than what really happened in the last few months-?" Nick stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Geez, I really wish I was in the fly's position right now..."

"So what did you tell her?" Judy sighed, rubbing her face with both paws. "And when did you plan on telling me about it?"

"I may have told her that you were my wife, and never." Nick admitted with a slow nod of the head. "I didn't want to tell you. I knew you would get mad."

"Oh, I'm not mad, Nick." Judy began, taking a deep breath.

"Oh, oh good. I thought you would be ma-"

"MAD DOESN'T BEGIN TO COVER IT!" Judy yelped, suddenly smacking at her friend angrily.

"Okay. Okay no, that just... Doesn't really hurt me." Nick sighed, gently pushing Judy away from his person. "Come on. Its only for a few hours. Then she'll leave and you can kill me for it."

"Oh, trust me. I plan to kill you!" Judy growled, though it more so came out as a very aggressive purr.

"Perfect! You fit the wife role perfectly!" Nick joked, suddenly turning to leave the bathroom, turning to look at Judy over his shoulder as he did.

"I never said that I would play along with this!" Judy called after him.

"Oh yes you will. Because if you don't, then we'll be stuck here explaining the last few years of my life to my mom instead of working." Nick challenged, watching as Judy's ears fell. "Its called a hustle, sweetheart."

"I feel like I should know that by now." Judy muttered, following after Nick tiredly.

"I'll get it printed on a coffee cup, hun." Nick laughed, suddenly zipping out of the bathroom door.

"You'll get it printed on your headstone when this is over!"

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