The Long Game, A Zootopia Fanfiction

The Scent of a Fox

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Nick floored the accelerator on the joke-mobile and headed out of the ZPD garage. He tried to take advantage of the cart's speed by hanging his head out the side. The canines in the movies always seemed to get a kick out of the wind blowing through their head fur, sadly it wasn't doing anything for him, maybe it was the fact that the cart was struggling to move faster than a drunken deer.

Nick headed over to city central. It was a bit early for any meters to expire, so he kept busy chalk marking tires. He figured 50-60 tickets would be enough for the day and give him time for a few calls.

An hour later, Nick slipped his wireless headset over his ear, put his phone in his pocket and called Finn.

Nick's phone rang a few times before he heard a shout through his earpiece. "Who the hell is calling me this early, tell me now so I can bite your face off!"

"Buddy, think caller ID and you'll save some time figuring out who to punish."

"Ugh, Nick what do you want? I only got to sleep a few hours ago."

Nick stopped his cart at a crosswalk and let a couple of bears cross in front of him. He smiled and waved while they gave him mildly dirty looks in return. Shrugging, he waited until they had finished crossing and then continued down the street.

"Finn, I need you to set up a charity for me."

Nick heard a yawn and the creaking of some bones from Finn, "Okay, when do you need it?"

"Today, and I don't want our names associated with any of the paperwork fillings or the startup funds, have a lawyer do it for us and be the agent. Also, the funds should be a gift, not a write-off, I want to keep this on the straight and narrow in case things go south on me."

"Text me the details. I'll meet you downtown at 2:30 with a notarized copy of all the paperwork." With a click, the line went dead.

Nick smiled and his ears twitched as he heard the sweet song of meters expiring. He wrote a few tickets and headed down the block to look for more clients.

-/-/-

Judy was catching up on some paperwork when Clawhauser called to let her know that her temporary partner, Sasha Garrison, had made it in. Judy walked down to the lobby and saw Garrison waiting near the reception desk talking with Clawhauser. Garrison was a powerfully built jaguar with the typical yellowish-brown fur covered with black rosettes.

Judy had never worked with Garrison before. She was five years her senior and up for promotion next cycle. Judy had heard she was a no-nonsense cop who didn't take any attitude from the perps she collared. She also ran a pretty tight ship in her patrol areas which included occasionally parking her cruiser in favor of short foot patrols. Judy had heard Garrison liked to get up close and personal with the district locals.

With a friendly smile on her face, Judy greeted the large feline "Good morning Officer Garrison, looks like we get to partner up for a couple of days."

As Judy put out her paw for a quick handshake, Garrison's nose started to wrinkle and twitch a bit. She left Judy hanging and took a small step back. She disguised the movement by turning toward the parking garage door and waved for Judy to follow her. "Let's get going, first, though we need to make a quick visit to the locker room."

Judy followed the jaguar into the female's locker room and watched as Garrison made sure they were alone. "Hopps, you reek of fox. You've got the scent of that partner of yours all over you and there's no way I am going to spend the next couple of days stuck in a patrol car with that smell."