Good Cop, Bad Cop// Judy x Nick

5 - Second Glances

Bellwether's laughter fell away and Nick's Growl vanished, but the shrill ringing still pounded into my head. After my breathing evened out I reached out a hand and turned off my alarm, my heart still thundering inside my chest. This isn't the first time I've had that dream; in fact after the incident I woke up panting under a thin sheen of sweat every morning for weeks... But eventually they had just, stopped. I thought that I was over it, but I guess part of me is still afraid of what could have happened that day.

It's so odd how life works. One little mistake can send your world, as well as others, into a spiral. All Bellwether had to do was look a little closer at that gun and she would have known we were tricking her. I would be dead, Nick would be muzzled in a cage somewhere, and Bellwether would still be pushing to gain control over the city.

I shook my head, "Ugh, what's wrong with me?" I asked myself with a groan, falling back on my bed and staring at the ceiling.

It makes sense that I would be scared about how close I came to being killed, but that was almost a year ago... why is it still haunting me?

As I roll onto my side I can see my phone light up, Nick sent me a Snapchirp. It's a video selfie of him outside my building with a doughnut bag in front of his muzzle, wiggling his eyebrows. Of course, The dream still scares because of how much of a horrific monster Nick is... Just look at him.

I can's help but laugh to myself at the thought. A dream is a dream, and that doesn't mean it has any lick of truth or reason to it. I should just ignore it and enjoy my week off. I Snapchirp him back a selfie with my nose wrinkled up with the caption -Just got up. My bags are in my car; go ahead and transfer them to yours while I throw on some clothes. See you in a sec!-

~Fifteen minutes later~

"I still don't understand what you think we're going to be doing that will require you to have four bags worth of luggage." I inquire as we load our luggage onto the train. The only things I'm carrying is my backpack and a single suitcase. Nick, on the other hand, is struggling to carry his bulbous bags. I was going to help him, but then decided that he deserved to suffer since I had warned him that all he needed was clothes for various activities. I tried my hardest to stifle my laughter as Nick bumped into people and grumbled in frustration as his bags refused to situate themselves on the luggage rack above our heads. Eventually he pulled one of them down and placed it at his feet when he realized it wasn't going to fit and flopped down in his seat with a huff of annoyance. His emerald gaze locked onto mine and he shook his head, "What are you smirking about?" He snapped, a twinkle of curiosity in the depths of his eyes.

I hadn't noticed how complacent my features had become as I watched him struggle, but I was feeling particularly smug. "It's just such a rare occurrence for YOU, the all powerful Nicholas Wilde to struggle whilst I sit back and enjoy the entertainment it provides me," I replied with a smirk, lifting my hind paws and settling them on the table between us for emphasis. Nick rolled his eyes and caught sight of a cute Vixen that was walking down the aisle of our passenger car asking if anyone wanted coffee.

Nick's emerald orbs followed the red-furred attendant absentmindedly as he replied, "Don't call me Nicholas... but I'm glad my everyday struggles bring you so much joy," His eyes drifted back towards me once the attendant passed, and his head cocked to the side. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

A grin had tugged up at the side of my mouth, but I shrugged and looked out the window. I knew my amusement was colored all over my features, but I made no attempt to hide it. Nick, however didn't question me any further. The train began moving forward and my phone buzzed quietly in my pocked.

A picture of my mother and father lit up the screen and when I pressed "accept" their image changed, and they both started talking excitedly at the same time. I laughed at their obvious excitement at the fact that I was already on the train. I plugged in my headphones so I wouldn't disturb any of the other passengers.

"Hey guys! We should be arriving in an hour or so." I explained, hoping that they would calm down a bit and stop talking at the same time so that I could actually understand them.

I would like to say that my mother "jumped for joy" jokingly, but she -literally- started hopping up and down. I have to admit, I love how excited my parents get about me coming home to see them. I talked to them for a few minutes about where we would go once we made it to the station and where they want to meet us. I told them I didn't want them to come to the station because I hate seeing them for the first time in a crowded area. When I hang up Nick is looking at me with an expression I've never seen before... He was smirking as usual, but his eyes held a shadow of sadness. "They seem excited to see you," he says before the look vanishes and he looks back down at his phone.

I shake off the sudden embarrassment that envelops me and look out the window at the world that passes by, "They are... It's nice to feel so needed by parents who have sixty two children." I reply jokingly. Nick chuckles and shakes his head, "I wouldn't know." he says.

My smile freezes on my face and I look up at him, but his features don't hold any of their earlier sadness so I decide that I shouldn't bring it up. Nick never talks about his parents, and anytime he says something referring to them it's usually not positive. With each sliver of reference to his childhood he provides me I only grow more curious about what his home life was like.

But before I can get too enveloped in my thoughts, the Vixen from earlier stops at our table with a friendly smile. "Can I get you anything?" she asks politely, her caramel brown eyes moving from Nick, to me, and then back to Nick who had looked up from his phone with perked ears and slightly widened eyes.

I waited for a second or two, letting Nick suffer before I finally said "Two coffees please." As the fox nodded and walked off to fetch our order, Nick's gaze trailing after her. Once again he didn't look at me until she was out of sight, and for the second time he asked "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

This time I couldn't help but laugh, "I'm just waiting for you to start drooling," I joked, throwing a piece of paper at him which he caught and threw right back at me. It bounced off of my nose and landed in my lap. "Jealous, Carrots?" he replied with a smirk. His eyes now holding their usual teasing glint. I chuckled and kicked him lightly under the table, "In your dreams." I shot back before the Vixen returned with two mugs of coffee and placed them in front of us.

This time Nick didn't look up from his phone, only said "Thank you," when she placed his mug in front of him. I smirked to myself at how much he had to TRY in order to not look. "My name is Scarlet if you need anything else," The pretty fox replied before leaving us and moving on to the other passengers.

I shook my head at Nick, "I don't know why I don't torture you more often. It really is quite entertaining." I teased before taking a sip of coffee. Nick didn't look up from his phone, but I could see the sliver of a grin pulling at the side of his mouth, and that was enough for me. I sat back and looked out the window thinking about what surprises would be in store for this week.