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Preview - Judy & the Collar Club - Complete

Written by PsychoVyse

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The bullpen of the ZPD thrummed with its usual Monday morning energy: the clatter of hooves on tile, the low murmur of officers trading weekend stories, the faint scent of burnt coffee mingling with the sharper tang of gun oil and fresh ink.

Judy Hopps perched on the edge of one of the oversized desk chairs near the center of the room - chairs built for buffalo and rhinos, so even with her sitting upright, her feet dangled a good foot off the floor. She didn't mind. Not today. Not when Nick Wilde had claimed the space right beside her, his larger frame settled comfortably against her side, one arm draped casually along the backrest as if it were the most natural thing in Zootopia.

His fluffy red tail had curled around her waist like a living belt, warm and secure, the tip resting lightly against her hip. From the front of the room - or from any angle where the high back of the chair blocked the view - it was completely hidden. Just a small, private comfort that made her feel anchored, cherished, in the middle of all this professional chaos. Every few seconds, the tail gave a subtle, affectionate squeeze, like a heartbeat she could feel through her uniform. Judy's own ears twitched in response, a tiny betraying flutter, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide.

It had been a few weeks since the celebration at Gary De'Snake's family home in the newly thawed and reopened Reptile Ravine - a joyous, chaotic housewarming party filled with reunited reptiles, grateful ZPD officers, the entire Hopps clan (kits causing gleeful mayhem), and every supporting character who'd helped along the way. Months had passed since the ordeal began: the Zootennial Gala chaos, Gary's theft of the Lynxley Journal to reclaim his family's legacy, the chases through hidden districts and frozen ravines, the shattering revelations about Agnes De'Snake's stolen invention, the Lynxleys' long con exposed, and the slow, hopeful reintegration of reptiles into Zootopia.

The true turning point for her and Nick had come earlier, during the desperate climax at the power station. Amid flickering emergency lights, tangled cables, and the threat of Pawbert's betrayal, Judy had been injected with venom, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Nick had fought his way to her, confessing in raw, unguarded words his deepest fear: that he'd lose her, that she was his pack, the one mammal who made him believe in something more than survival. Judy, fighting through the haze, had reciprocated - admitting he was her fluffle, her anchor in a world she wanted so desperately to fix. It was a mutual breaking open of walls, born of terror and relief, the moment their friendship's undercurrent finally surfaced as undeniable love.

They hadn't fully grasped it before - not during the Night Howler case, not even at the reptile investigation's start. What they shared had always felt like the strongest partnership: her idealism tempered by his cynicism, his guarded heart thawed by her belief in him. She'd been so driven to right every wrong, prove a bunny could rise, that she'd missed how his teasing set her heart racing, how his quiet protectiveness steadied her. Nick, scarred by years of disappointment, had convinced himself vulnerability was a weakness. But Judy had chipped away at that, showing him he deserved connection. They balanced each other - her fire grounded by his realism, his cynicism softened by her hope. It had always been love, disguised as camaraderie.

The confessions at the power station had aligned their insights in parallel, raw and real. Romance had ignited swiftly after, inevitable once the masks were off. They knew each other's rhythms so well: the banter, the trust in danger, the quiet support. Now it burned passionate and consuming, full of discovery. Judy found boldness in herself she hadn't known, desires that flushed her fur at the memory. Nick peeled back layers slowly - kit stories, hidden fears - when he was ready. She savored it, respecting his pace.

Then came the gift at Gary's party: Nick, ever the fox, had repaired the broken carrot pen - the memento from their first case - and handed it to her as a keepsake. In that quiet moment amid the celebration, he'd murmured, "Love you, partner," his voice low and teasing, but sincere. Judy, quick as ever, had hit record. The words captured forever. Later, when she played it back to tease him, he'd feigned embarrassment, but the grin in his eyes said he didn't mind one bit. It was a perfect, playful echo of their deeper confession, a lighthearted seal on what they'd already admitted in the heat of crisis.

Right now, with his tail wrapped around her like a secret promise, she felt that warmth spread through her core. She didn't dare look up fully; one glance at that smug, knowing smirk and she'd be imagining all the things they'd done last night instead of listening to roll call. Her ears twitched involuntarily as she caught the faint scent of his cologne - something woodsy and teasing - mingling with the familiar musk that was pure Nick.

Bogo's voice cut through the haze like a bucket of ice water.

"Settle down!" The massive Cape buffalo scanned the room over his reading glasses. "We've got a packed docket. No excuses today."

He rattled off assignments with mechanical precision: Grizzoli and Fangmeyer to Tundratown - no doubt something related to Mr Big as it had everyone groaning, McHorn got a case in the Rainforest District and started grumbling about the vines and the humidity as usual. Snarlov and Higgins took Sahara Square, a spate of domestic violence. Judy straightened her spine as best she could in the oversized chair, willing her pulse to steady. Work. Focus on work. They were detectives now. Partners in every sense. This was supposed to be professional.

Then Bogo's gaze settled on them.

"Hopps. Wilde."

The bullpen quieted a fraction. Judy felt Nick's tail tighten just a fraction around her waist - reassuring, possessive - in perfect sync with the way his shoulder pressed more firmly against hers. She swallowed, forcing her expression neutral. She knew that Bogo respected her more, she just had to remind herself of that fact, or have Nick do it for her.

"A report of another missing mammal." Bogo continued, flipping a page on his tablet. "Adult male pig, mid-thirties, name's Harlan Trotter. Freight dispatcher. Last known sighting was in the Pack District two nights ago - driving his personal vehicle toward the area. It was not seen coming back out again."

As the words "Pack District" left Bogo's mouth, a subtle ripple passed through the room. It wasn't loud - nothing overt - but Judy caught it: a few muffled snorts from the back rows, a quick exchange of knowing glances between McHorn and Wolfard, even a low, amused huff from Clawhauser at his desk. The amusement was undercurrent, barely there, but unmistakable. Like an inside joke everyone in the room was in on... except her.

Nick's tail gave a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch around her waist. She risked a quick sideways glance - his expression was schooled into perfect innocence, but those green eyes sparkled with barely contained mirth. He knew. Whatever the punchline was, he was in on it too.

Judy's ears flattened slightly in confusion. Pack District? She'd passed through its edges before - nothing special, just the gritty industrial zone on the fringe of downtown and Savanna Central, all towering stacks of crates, rumbling forklifts, and echoing metal warehouses. Functional. Boring, even. What was so funny about a pig disappearing there?

Bogo leaned forward slightly, his deep voice taking on that familiar edge of dry sarcasm.

"Given your... exemplary track record with missing mammal investigations…" he paused just long enough for a few more stifled chuckles to ripple through "I figure you two are the ideal team for this one. Wouldn't want to waste such specialized talent on parking duty again."

Judy felt her cheeks warm beneath her fur. She knew the sarcasm was mostly affectionate now - Bogo had grudgingly admitted they were the department's best - but it still stung in that old, familiar way. Nick, beside her, let out a soft, amused huff, his tail giving another subtle squeeze that sent a pleasant shiver through her.

She risked another sideways glance. Nick's expression was perfectly innocent... except for the spark in his eyes, sharp and knowing, like he'd just caught a private joke. His gaze flicked to Bogo, then back to her, and something passed between him and the chief in that half-second - a silent understanding that made Bogo's mouth twitch in what might have been the ghost of a smirk.

Judy's brow furrowed deeper. What was that? And why did the whole room seem to be smirking at her expense?

Bogo cleared his throat, moving on as if nothing had happened. "Find the car and find the pig, Hopps, Wilde. Keep it clean. The Pack District's already got enough rumors about 'disappearances' without us adding fuel."

He dismissed them with a wave of his hand and turned to the next pair.

As the room stirred back to life - chairs scraping, officers grabbing jackets - Judy turned her head toward Nick, keeping her voice low and insistent.

"Okay, slick. Everyone's acting like there's a punchline I'm missing. Spill. What is it about the Pack District and a missing pig that's so hilarious?"

Nick's grin widened, slow and wicked, the one that always made her stomach flip in the most delicious way. He leaned in until his muzzle was near her ear, breath warm against her fur, his tail tightening once more around her waist.

"Oh, Carrots," he murmured, just for her, voice dripping with playful secrecy, "let's just say this case might have a little... extra flavor. Trust me, it'll be way more fun to show you than explain."

His paw brushed hers under the cover of the desk - innocent to anyone watching, but the light squeeze carried promise, heat, the unspoken reminder of last night's tangled sheets and breathless promises.

Judy's heart skipped, a rush of curiosity, mild exasperation, and anticipation flooding her. Missing pig. Pack District. Whatever hidden punchline Bogo, Nick, and half the bullpen were sharing, it felt like the start of something that would test them both - in the field and, probably, in far more private ways later.

She met his eyes, chin lifted, a small, defiant smile tugging at her lips despite the lingering confusion.

"Fine," she whispered back. "But it had better be worth the wait, fox. I'm not a fan of being the last one in on the joke."

Nick's chuckle was low, intimate, vibrating through the tail still wrapped securely around her, his voice dripping with mischievous undertones, "Oh, trust me, it is."

Together they slid off the chair - Nick's tail reluctantly uncurling but his paw lingering at the small of her back as they headed for the doors, shoulders brushing, the air between them crackling with everything unsaid. With Nick being more excited and mysterious than usual, Judy had a sinking suspicion that whatever they might find in the Pack District might just change everything.

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