Judy was almost certain that the pig they had pulled over was drunk. When he rolled down his driver's side window, she was absolutely certain. Even from where she was sitting, behind the wheel of the police cruiser a good ten feet behind the pig's car, the sharp scent of alcohol was unmistakable. From where Nick was standing, right next to pig's car, the smell must have been like a liquor store after an earthquake. To his credit, he didn't react, and treated it as though it were a routine stop. "License and registration please, sir," he said, strictly professional.

Judy had already punched in the plate number and was waiting for Nick to relay the driver's information so that she could corroborate. The pig, however, was taking his sweet time rooting through his glove compartment, and patience had never been her strongest suit. Her foot, seemingly of its own accord, started tapping, gently shaking the cruiser. Nick broke his professional demeanor to shoot a small smile back at the car, and realizing what she was doing, Judy stopped.

The pig, meanwhile, had finally finished his search and forced something into Nick's paws. "Here you go, ossifer," he slurred, "Can I go now?"

Nick looked at what he had been handed. "Sir, are you attempting to bribe me? This is money."

"C'mon, I know you wanna take it. Jus' let me go," the pig whined, "You wan' more? Typical-"

The rush of air from a passing truck made it impossible for Judy to hear how his sentence ended, but from the subtle stiffening of Nick's posture she doubted it was anything friendly. But beyond that slight tensing, something she doubted anyone else would have even noticed, Nick kept his calm. "-doesn't matter. I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle, sir," Nick finished, the beginning of his response also cut off.

"Officer Hopps, call for a tow truck, please," he said into his radio.

It was protocol, even though he knew she could hear him. She responded in kind through the radio, "Acknowledged, Officer Wilde. Calling for a tow truck."

She put in the request as Nick efficiently cuffed and led the pig back to the police cruiser. The reality of the situation seemed to have set in for the pig, as he had started a stream of mixed complaints, begging, and cursing on the walk over, but it gradually petered out as he stumbled into the back. Rather than getting back into the passenger seat, Nick leaned into the open window and clapped his paws together. "What say you let me drive back, Carrots?"

Judy hesitated for a second as she thought it through. Normally, she'd refuse to give up the driver's seat, but she could tell that something the pig had said had gotten to him and driving might help him cool off. On the other paw, if she let him drive Nick might think she was doing it out of pity. But he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to. Probably. Unless he was just trying to see if she was pitying him. Getting into his head was difficult at the best of times, but she had to say something. "I thought you'd be eager to get back to the station and end your shift. You know I'm a better driver."

That seemed like a good balance, she thought. She wasn't yielding or outright rejecting. "No, you're a faster driver. And if your driving makes Sleeping Beauty-" he punctuated this with a point to the back of the cruiser, where the pig had passed out and was gently snoring, "-vomit all over the back of the cruiser, you get to clean it up."

Judy could work with that. She imitated Nick's typical half-lidded stare back at him, "So if you make him sick, you'll clean it up? Go ahead and drive, Slick."

Nick chuckled, and Judy allowed herself to relax. Maybe he had just brushed aside the pig's words, and she had simply allowed herself to worry for nothing, projecting her own concerns onto him. "I'll make a hustler out of you yet, Carrots. Fine, I'll do it."

The drive back to the station started quietly, punctuated only by the occasional snore from the back, until it was interrupted by a familiar series of chimes coming out of the glove box. Judy reached in and pulled her phone out, which was displaying a request for MuzzleTime from her parents. "Go ahead, Carrots," Nick said, "Don't worry your parents."

Judy mock-glared at him, "You just want to hear them embarrass me."

Nick put a paw to his chest in an equally mock look of shock, "Do you really think that of me?"

"Yes," she replied, but she accepted the connection anyway.

"Jude!" her father began happily, "It's us! We're just calling to-"

He suddenly stopped and seemed to take in the video that he was seeing, "You're not still on duty, are you? Wait, are you driving? You shouldn't be on the phone while-"

Judy cut him off before he could build up a head of steam. "Nick's driving us back to the station, see? Say hi to my parents, Nick," she said, pointing the phone's camera at her partner.

Nick gave a little wave, but didn't look away from the road. "Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Hopps," he said.

His usual smug grin seemed to have stretched a degree, if that was even possible. "Oh, OK," Judy's father said, apparently greatly relieved.

Judy resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her father's worrying. "But do you have time to talk? Your mother and I wanted to remind you about tonight."

Judy was puzzled at this. Remind her of what? She mentally started going through the birthdays and wedding dates of her family. "About Little Bobby's, Benjamin's, Bella's, and Booker's birthday? I sent them cards a few days ago."

"Oh no, not about that," her father said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"They did get the cards, dear. Big Bobby said that you're Booker's favorite aunt, you know," Judy's mother jumped in.

Judy had hardly any time to reflect on the warm feeling this brought before her father continued. "About tonight! The premiere!"

"The premiere of what?" Judy asked, still lost.

Both of her parents seemed surprised that she still wasn't making the connection. "The TV show!" her mother said.

"With the bunny cop!" her father continued.

Judy did her best to hide her surprise. It was the first she had heard of a show with a bunny cop, but it was kind of flattering. As a kit, she had loved police procedurals, but none of them had ever had a bunny as an officer. The shows that had featured bunnies most prominently when she was growing up were the convoluted soap operas her mother and grandmother enjoyed, dating shows, and warren improvement shows. Maybe a police show with a bunny cop would inspire other bunnies to look beyond farming.

"I'll make sure that I watch it, OK?" Judy said, "But I've got to let you go; we're almost back to the station."

This was technically true, inasmuch as ten city blocks was almost back to the station, but conversations with her parents could last about forever if she never cut them off. After the drawn out goodbyes, Judy looked over at Nick. "Did you know about this show?"

Nick clucked his tongue, and drummed his claws against the steering wheel as he waited for a red light to turn green. "You must not pay attention to commercials on the radio. Or the advertisements on the sides of buses. Or billboards. They've been advertising this everywhere the past few weeks. I mean, look!"

He pointed at a digital billboard showing an advertisement for Chris Pine Marten's new sci fi movie. Judy shot Nick a quizzical glance. "You didn't look fast enough. Give it a minute to change back."

The image of the mustelid's face eventually dissolved and reformed into an image of a pure white rabbit doe standing back to back with a jet black male wolf. He had a police badge clipped to the waistband of his pants and was holding a large gun pointing straight up with both paws, while the doe was holding her badge out to the side with one paw and a small gun straight out away from her chest with the other. Text above the image read "This summer justice is..." and beneath it read "Black and White."

Judy simply gawked at the billboard until the image changed back to Chris Pine Marten. When she looked ahead, she realized that the light had turned green but Nick simply hadn't moved. The driver of the car behind them had apparently decided that honking at a police car wasn't a good idea, even if the police were holding up an intersection. "Nick, the light!" Judy said.

He put the car in motion, and this time Judy was sure that his smirk was wider than normal.

Later that night, back at her tiny apartment, Judy turned on her tiny TV to watch the premiere of Black and White. All I ask, she thought, is that this show isn't terrible. It doesn't even have to be good. Just not terrible. That's not too much to ask, is it?