Hello! This is my first story in the WFRR archive, so I'm hoping to get some good reviews. Criticize if you wish, but no flames please. I have a feeling that this story has great potential. I only own Pepper Piper. Sadly, I do not own WFRR or its characters. Enjoy!

A light gray weasel with a white belly and muzzle slammed a door open, a weary look on her face as her tight bun released some bangs in front of her lavender shaded eyes. She took off her dark brown jacket, she wearing a dark purple dress suit, and hung it on the low set coat hanger, dragging herself to a couch and plunging herself down on it. The only thing really unprofessional about her appearance was her feet, which were also pure white with shiny claws.

"Pepper? Hast thou returned home? Be warned: if you are not the fair weasel, thou shall perish by my fists of fury!" A dramatic, British voice asked from the other room.

Shaking her head, Pepper replied, "It's me, Ziggy. I guess you got the role of Romeo?"

A zebra in tan suit made enthusiastic strides into the room from the kitchen, a booklet in his hand. In a Canadian accent, he replied, "I know! I couldn't believe it! You gonna come see me? Are ya? Are ya?"

Pepper chuckled, nodding wearily, "Sure, Ziggy. Why would I miss it?"

"You're always so busy! You're starting to get boring!" Ziggy groaned, plopping down on the couch next to her.

"Hey hey!" Pepper pushed playfully at Ziggy. "I'm working ta pay my cut of the rent, here!"

"Doesn't mean you need to be a stiff, eh?" Ziggy stomped his hooves on the wooden floor.

"You're British accent is improving," Pepper said, turning the subject around. "It'll be great for opening night."

"You really think so?" Ziggy asked excitedly.

"Sure. No doubt about it," Pepper gave out a loud yawn. She stretched her limbs and got off of the couch as she started to go to her room. "I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same if you want to properly rest those acting muscles of yours."

"You're right!" Ziggy proclaimed dramatically. "I must get plenty of rest for my dress rehersals!"

Pepper gasped as the phone rang very very loudly. She looked at the clock and groaned at what time it was.

"For whoever's calling me at three in the morning, it better be god-damned important," she hissed as she grabbed the phone at her bedside. She was only half serious, though. She rigged the phone at her office to automatically to the one in her room after hours. Not like she would have to walk far, her office and the agency she owned was located right on the first floor of the four-story building.

"House of Enigma Detective Agency. Chief Pepper Piper speaking," she wearily greeted into the phone.

She nodded and 'mhmm'ed as she listened to a panicked voice explain something on the either end of the phone. Her eyes went completely wide at the very end.

"Okay, okay! I'll be there right away!" She nodded with a yawn. She hung up the phone and swung her paws over her bed, taking off the blanket and sliding onto the floor.

Her long-sleeved, violet nightgown slid silently on the floor as she went to her closet and dived right in. Various noises that would usually wake any toon within a two-block radiance were made for only a few seconds before she walked back out. She had changed into her field uniform. Well, the outfit she wore when she went to an actual investigation. Couldn't get her best uniforms dirty, can she?

Anyway, her "uniform" consisted of a raspberry colored fedora with a maroon strip going across the bottom, which also circled the rim, and a bow added for some decoration. Pepper also wore a white, elbow-length dress shirt under a purple vest. Instead of her black hair in a tight bun, her hair was in a messy ponytail. Hey, she wasn't in an office, why should she have her hair up all proper like?

"Let's get'er done," Pepper sighed, grabbing her bronze-colored bag that had everything in it. Everything. She grabbed her keys and went right to the door.

"Pepper…?" Ziggy asked with a loud yawn, opening the door to his bedroom in his green striped pajamas. Pepper stopped dead in her tracks and turned back as he asked, "What's going on? It's too early to open up the place."

"Sorry for wakin' ya, Ziggy pal," Pepper said sadly, "but I just got a call. Marvin Acme got cacked no more than an hour ago."

Ziggy's brown eyes instantly went from a droopy, sleepy daze to unconcealed horror and shock.

"WHAT?! H-how?!" He asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"Apparently a safe was dropped on his head, but that's not the worst part. The one who called me was Jessica Rabbit. They all think her husband killed him," Pepper shook her head in disbelief. "A bunch of malarkey if ya ask me."

Ziggy cocked his head to the side, "Roger? They think he killed Acme?"

"I know," Pepper shrugged. "Morons. Still, Jessica wants me to come down and try to sort this out. Not sure what I can do, but you know me: I'm a helper."

"Okay. I'll see you later, then," Ziggy yawned before slinking back to his room and quietly closing the door.

Pepper nodded and stepped out the door, closing it and locking it in the process.