The Long Game, A Zootopia Fanfiction

Healing Paws

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Paws on hips, Judy huffed as the ambulance carrying her tranqed lions drove away. She'd lobbied for the EMT to administer an antidote so she could start questioning her charges, but Bogo had overridden her and instead had the unconscious lions restrained and rushed to the hospital.

Turning to her boss, Judy asked, "Alright sir, where do you want us?"

Bogo, looking down at his smallest officer, elbow bandaged, matted fur covered in dirt splotches, and nothing on except a barely-there top and the remains of a skirt that was never more than wishful thinking, said, "At the hospital. Now."

"But sir, you need our help. Nick can sniff around for evidence of the new drug, and I can–"

"Get you and your partner to the hospital, that's what you can do. Neither of you is in any kind of shape to be sifting through a crime scene. You're both injured, and no telling what kinds of chemicals you might have been exposed to before that building went up. So, as of this moment, you're both confined to the hospital until you're tested, rested, and given a clean bill of health."

"Sir?" interrupted Nick, "Does it have to be the hospital? I hate hospitals. I mean, Carrots is as tough as nails, and I wasn't hurt that bad. A beating, a couple of tranq darts, and that ram's shot barely grazed me."

"Look at this," said Nick pulling away his blanket showing Bogo his bandage with only a few dots of blood seeping through. "Roy patched me up fine. Seriously, it's no big deal, I'm already feeling mostly better."

"Mostly?"

"Uh-huh," replied Nick coughing.

Bogo looked at Pawson and said, "Take Hopps and Wilde to Zootopia General. I want them in quarantine right away. And call Dr. Badger, I want her to check them both out ASAP."

"But, sir... you heard Nick, and I barely scraped my elbow getting out of the way of that shot. Seriously, I'm–"

"No buts, Hopps," grunted Bogo as he waved toward the ZPD's armored SUV, "get your tail moving. And for goodness' sake, find some real clothes."

Judy sagged, and her ears went droopy as she mumbled, "Yes, sir," and trudging past Nick, she paused only long enough to hand him his phone before climbing into the back of the SUV.

Nick stared after Judy, and once she was out of view, Nick motioned Bogo closer, "Sir, did you see where she kept my phone? Please, I gots to know."

Bogo nodded coyly and easing closer to Nick as if he was about to whisper an answer to one of the greatest secrets of all time...

...growled out, "Get. In. The. Car. Now!"

Nick backed away from the angry looking bull and quickly hopped up into the car next to Judy, "Seriously, where...?"

Judy silenced her fox with a quick kiss, and then snuggling under his arm, she leaned her head against his softly furred side and closed her eyes.

-/-/-

"Brown, Mr. Brown," said the old wildebeest with a smirk.

"Of course," replied the twenty-something antelope doe behind the rustic bar doing everything she could not to roll her eyes, "and let me guess, you want a martini shaken, not stirred?"

"Yes, my dear," replied Brown as he ogled the bartender in her tight blue jeans and black button-down Turkey Ranch shirt, "and later, if you would bring another one to my tent, personally, I'll be sure to compensate you handsomely. Tent thirty-eight, right near the river under an old oak tree," and with a chuckle, he added, "I can tie a yellow ribbon around one of the branches if you need help finding it."