It's (not) Wrong (COMPLETE)

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AN- Hey guys. I guess i am ready to start writing again. Let's just jump right in, shall we?

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 Today was the day Nick had been waiting for the past couple of days. Judy was getting out of the hospital and he had gotten his apartment ready for her to stay. The fox now stood by his car as a nurse helped Judy get to the car, using a wheelchair. Nick already had the crutches she would need for the next few weeks in the trunk.

"She is all yours," the nurse said with a soft smile as Judy struggled to get up.

Nick smiled a little and picked the bunny up,"Hold up, Carrots. Let me help."

Judy blushed a little as Nick set her in the car,"Thank you," The bunny said.

"You know," the nurse said, grabbing the couples attention,"You two are a really cute couple. Even with your difference in species."

Nick smiled,"Thank you very much."

The two then headed their way to Nick's apartment,"I will grab you a few pair of cloths and whatever else you will need during your stay at my place."

Judy nodded her head,"I hope you don't think i am going to just sit in bed the next few weeks."

"I didn't figure you would," Nick laughed,"But i do want you to take it easy, and if you must roam the apartment, use your crutches. I want you to land back into the hospital."

"Neither do i," Judy said,"Thank you, Nick..for everything. If i didn't have you...i don't know where i would be."

"You would prbubly still be a meter maid."

The bunny just laughed at the comment.

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On the other side of town, down the road from Faith Hopp's house, Finnick Frey was shaking. Uncontrollably, his hands were trembling. Wether it be fear, anger, or just anxiety.

"You can't do this, man," thge fox said to himself,"You cannot give in."

That's what the fox wished would happen, but the bills and late payment sitting on his table was lurring him to do the opposite.

Finnick had sworn to stay away from the life of crime. He didn't want to go back.

Finally, Finnick gave in. He couldn't lose his house, and he couldn't lose his best fried either. The fox picked up his phone and dialed the number written on a piece of paper,"Hello?" a voice said.

"You win," Finnick said,"I'm in."

"Great. Meet me behind the old peach mill on St. James Road tomorrow."

"Ok," Finnick said ending the call,"What did you just do, Frey?"

EIGHT HOURS AGO

Finnick was doing his normal thing. He had recently got a job in a bar downtown. The small fox was telling some dumb jokes to some drunk mules, causing them to laugh.

"Finnick," the manager called.

"Yeah, Jed?"

"There is a Cheetah over there who wants to have a word with you."

Finnick looked and saw a slim figure, about the size of a cheetah, sitting.

The small fox walked to the mammal and sat down,"Can i help you?"

"I was hoping you could. My name is Carl, and i have a job for you."

Finnick raised a brow,"Not sure if you noticed, but ido haver a job."