The Long Game, A Zootopia Fanfiction

You Reap What You Sow

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Holding open the lobby door for Judy, Nick checked the time and said, "We're going to be early for our meeting with Bogo. Are you sure you don't want to hit the Snarlbucks across the street first? I heard they're trying out a new carrot flavored half-caf."

Boxing her fox lightly in the side as she stepped into the ZPD, Judy replied, "I know. I also know they started selling a new recipe blueberry muffin right after you left. So, 'No', we're not going to be late for our meeting just because you want to see how many muffins one fox can eat before gagging."

Judy made it only a few feet inside the lobby before her rabbit senses told her she was walking alone. Stopping, Judy put her paws on her hips and tapped her foot.

"Six."

Judy turned and raised a brow.

"My record, before gagging."

Shaking her head, Judy walked back to where Nick was still holding the door open, grabbed him by the ugliest tie she'd ever seen, and pulled her Pawaiian shirt clad partner into the lobby.

Of course, this was all her fault. Ben's texts had said that officially they were both on leave, Judy from the ZPD and Nick from the Sheriff's office, and not to wear their uniforms. So, being the sensible doe she was, Judy opted for jeans and a purple blouse she'd borrowed from Janae, while her obviously color-blind partner...

If only she hadn't been so distracted this morning, or before she'd been secretly whisked out of the City, she could have grabbed all of Nick's hideous shirts and thrown them in the dumpster. But noooo...

"Careful with the tie there, Fluff. It's a classic."

Judy stopped after a few steps, 'The ties too. And one of these days, I'm going to tie him down with said strips of obnoxious cloth and find out precisely what kind of hustle involves wearing the first-degree fashion felony he'd pulled out of his closet this morning.

'Or maybe skip the questioning and go straight to the part where we play good cop, bad–'

"I need to see Chief Bogo right now!"

Judy had barely dragged her fox more than a few feet further into the lobby when she pulled up again at seeing who was at the reception desk waving a clawed finger at the teen zebra mare standing in for Ben.

Leah Corin. Not a mammal Judy wanted to be around this morning.

"I'm sorry, Officer, uh, Corin," said the young ZPD Auxiliary, "he's busy most of the morning. If you can wait for Ben, I mean Officer Clawhauser, to get back, I'm sure he'll be able to slot you in for a few minutes before lunch if that works."

"It doesn't," added a new voice, "Leah, you're in no condition to talk to Bogo by yourself. Let me go with you, I can help."

"What's going on with Corin? And why's Garrison on parking duty?" whispered Nick.

Judy shook her head and whispered back, "I don't know, but whatever it is, Corin is a mess."

"Yeah, she looks like she's been on the run from a hustle gone bad."

Judy nodded, "Yeah, real bad."

Corin looked terrible. She was in uniform, but barely. Her uniform looked like she'd slept in it for at least a couple of days. Her shirt was all wrinkled and stained with coffee, her tie was hanging loose, and from what Judy could tell, she'd dripped something down the front of her pants, probably while eating on the go.