(Some time later)

The morning at ZPD HQ felt the same way as it was for Nick. The only difference was an unexpected greeting when he was opening the door.

"Hey, hellooo?"

Nick turned around upon hearing that familiar voice in an unfamiliar uniform.

"Heeey, it's Officer Hopps," Nick greeted the bunny as he held the door open.

"Aw, thanks, you don't have to," Judy then hopped in, "Doors like this aren't an issue for me."

"Well, if you say so," Nick then noticed a rather large paper bag in Judy's paw, "You're probably the second cop I know who carry their breakfast, lunch and dinner to the office."

"Oh, actually," Judy rummaged the bag and pulled out a boxed pastry, "For you."

"Oh, thanks," Nick picked the box, and the smell was familiar.

"Just this morning my buddy Finnick, maybe you know the fennec, paid a visit congratulating me for my first day of being a cop. And guess what? He bought some pastries for celebration from Gideon, enough to probably feed me until next year," Judy then chuckled in tandem with Nick, "So maybe you can help polish that off."

"Uh-huh," Nick smirked, then turned towards Ben who was eating his cereals, "Hi, Bogo."

"Oh, hellooooo, Wilde. Oh, and hello, Hopps."

Judy watched in amusement as Ben shoved his cereal aside without spilling anything, chortling when Nick whispered "He's a pro at that" to her. She then perked up when seeing Ben offer some donuts.

"First day on the job, right, Hopps? Here's an initiation snack."

"Don't worry, just take one," Nick nudged Judy, and she sheepishly picked one before Nick did the same.

"So, how does it feel, Wilde, now that you're no longer the smallest officer in town?" Ben resumed munching his cereal. Judy chuckled at remembering the fact that she's smaller than Nick.

"Well, no big deal, I guess," Nick guffawed, "I mean, it's not like there's a medal of honor for being a small cop."

"That reminds me, Nick," Judy whispered, "He's the first one?"

"Yeah, Bogo here pretty much only eats in the office," and Ben just laughed at Nick's explanation to Judy.

"Aw, Hopps, the food at the canteen aren't so shabby, you can give 'em a try later," Ben explained, before stopping as he looked at the clock, "Oh, roll call's gonnabe soon, you guys better hurry."

"We're on it," Nick then hasted to the bullpen, beckoning Judy to follow him, "Let's go."

Nick entered the bullpen to see a familiar atmosphere. Johnson beat Andersen in arm-wrestling this morning, and the lion high-fived an adjacent Jackson as if to celebrate. Wolford threw a quick glance at the two small officers before resuming his humming as if not noticing. Nick then gestured Judy to climb his usual seat before following suit, and the two saw McHorn sitting just beside them.

"Oh, hey, you're that Hopps bunny, right?" McHorn threw a greeting before offering a fist-bump, "Welcome to ZPD."

"Thanks, and oh, you're McHorn," Judy returned the fist-bump, "Nice to see you again."

Before Judy spoke another word, Higgins entered the bullpen bellowing his usual "Atten-hut!" which prompted the officers to stand up and chant the ZPD anthem. Nick took a sly pleasure upon seeing Judy's slightly perplexed expression. Eventually Chief Clawhauser entered the scene.

"All right, that's enough. Sit."

Nick felt a sudden bump on his right, and realized Judy had followed that order, disappearing from sight as a result.

"Small cops like us don't sit, Carrots," Nick hoisted Judy back up, and she only offered back a sheepish smile.

"First thing first before I deal the assignments for today, we need to address the elephant in the room."

All eyes shot straight to Trunkaby.

"Happy birthday, Francine."

The bullpen erupted into cheers and high-fives as the officers congratulated Trunkaby.

"We also have some new recruits with us, so once you're done with your work you can say hi to them."

"Hi, all," Judy reflexively threw her paw in the air.

"You haven't got permission to speak yet, Hopps, shut up."

The entire bullpen giggled as Judy snickered bashfully and Nick playfully jabbed her.

"Okay, assignments," Chief Clawhauser then start sorting the dockets in his paws, "Officers Delgato, Fangmeyer, Grizzoli, Sahara SWAT. Officers Andersen, Jackson, Johnson, nip-busting at Tundratown. Officers Wolford, McHorn, Rainforest patrol and investigation... Officers Wilde, Hopps, Savannah traffic enforcement. Dismissed."

Judy then turned towards Nick and noticed him smiling contently.

"I don't know about you, Nick, but aren't we getting something too mild?"

"What's wrong with a light work every now and then, Judy?" Nick stretched as he prepared to leave, "If anything it's good to see the city in peace. You know, scenery appreciation."

"Oh, by the way, Wilde, I've got rumors that someone's challenging you for street-racing at Savannah Central. You up for it?"

It took Nick some time to process that unexpected sentence from Chief.

"Um, excuse me, Chief, did you just-"

"Yes, yes, I just did," Chief Clawhauser leered at Nick and smirked before leaving, "Now get to work."

"Why is it that you're so alarmed when he joked like that?" Judy threw a question at Nick as they began their patrol.

"Oh, right, this is probably your first time seeing him," Nick explained, "Chief isn't really well-known for his humor. Except, maybe, when Bogo is involved."

Nick could guess Chief's actual reason of being casual with him, but he felt it'd be better he kept that guess of Chief doing so as a thanks for saving Ben from him when he was a savage. Mentioning that to anyone felt too pretentious.

"Those two get along, you mean?"

"Oh yes, definitely."

"I see."

Judy then threw her gaze around. This wasn't the first time she saw this part of the city, but seeing it as a cop in a cruiser did feel different. It almost felt like she was flying.

"Enjoying the scenery so far, Judy?"

Judy threw a smirk at Nick, and he only leered back.

"At least you're lucky," Nick continued, "My first few months of work was all by myself, doing parking duty on a run-down buggy. Now, your first day of work, you've already got a partner with a really cool cruiser, in both meanings of the word."

"Well, at least you get to drive from the get-go," Judy snarked back, "I wonder when it's gonnabe my turn to steer."

"Well, maybe after a few weeks then we can switch seats."

"That's so long."

"Really, Carrots? You break my heart."

The two laughed it out. Judy then looked at the rear view mirror and noticed they hadn't moved far from the block they were in when Nick started talking about his parking duty.

"Um, is it just me, or is the speed limit here 5 or something?"

As if to answer her question, a pink blur zoomed past right in front of their cruiser. Nick then threw a smirk at Judy.

"No."

And the next thing Judy knew, she spent the next few seconds screaming on top of her lungs as Nick gave chase to the speeder at full speed. Never had she felt so glad that the cruiser finally stopped after the chase.

"Geez, Carrots, you could've told me I can turn off the siren," Nick playfully rubbed his ear as he unfastened his seatbelt.

"One question, Nick," Judy threw an incredulous smirk at Nick, "Has anyone ever chewed you out for reckless driving?"

"A few," came the reply from a slyly nodding muzzle.

The two cops approached the speeding car, a pink Furrari of a relatively recent model, with SPD DMN tacked on the license plate. Nick merely shook his head as he walked up to the driver's door.

"Excuse me, Sir or Maam, this is a 40 mph zone and I'm afraid you've gone triple that limit."

The window went down, revealing a pink-haired bespectacled sloth grinning bashfully. Judy realized Nick was just as slack-jawed as she was and whispered to him.

"Never seen sloths on wheel either, huh?"

As Nick replied with a "Nope", the female sloth began speaking.

"O... ffi... cer... I... can... ex... plain."

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Author's Note:

Aaaand, that's it. I'd like to thank all of you for reading and enjoying the story, and also thanks for the critiques.