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Nick Wilde sat in his worn leather recliner, staring with tired eyes at the white board across from him. He wanted desperately to sleep, but his inner nocturnal nature refused to allow it tonight. It was in rare form, spurred on by the numerous unanswered case questions that were scribbled on the board before him. The last few weeks had seen the seemingly simple Stoat Case grow considerably more complex. Finnick's continued undercover work revealed that the counterfeiting, which was previously thought to have only started when Stoat arrived in Zootopia, had been going on for at least two years prior. Whoever the stoat had trusted to disseminate the funds throughout the city was a real pro, and finding a dedicated suspect or suspects was proving to be difficult. A more thorough inspection revealed the fake Zbucks were turning up at every level, with seemingly no source. It was only when Stoat arrived in the city, and took the operation back onto himself, had he gotten sloppy.

The shipments of fake cash had led to the arrests of several small time crooks, but the source of the bulk distribution remained unaccounted for. The ZPD didn't even have a name for the mammal, or mammals who had been Stoat's primary aide, or more importantly why they were helping him in the first place.

Things improved somewhat after Judy confronted Dawn at the Bug-Burga. While unrelated to the case, it seemed having that off the rabbits mind filled her with renewed vigor and enthusiasm for the Stoat Case. With his partner back at full working capacity, and some significant scrounging they were finally able to pull a name.

"AD Laboratories" The fox muttered to himself. His paws near his mouth, he twiddled his index finger together as he mulled over the name for the millionth time.

One of the recovered notepads from Stoat's office had yielded the name. It had been one of several, and it was blank, or at least it appeared to be. It was Judy who noticed the indentations on the paper, and used a pencil to draw out the writing that Stoat had tried to hide. AD Laboratories and a no longer connected phone number were the only useful items produced, but it was finally progress.

The progress was short lived however, and the duo found themselves against yet another wall when trying to follow up the new lead. _'AD Laboratories',_for all intents and purposes, didn't exist. There wasn't a business with the name, nor an internet presence, nary a scrap of information on the nebulous I.D.. The fox couldn't tell if it was a pseudonym or a code, and if it represented one mammal or an organization. Judy was just as much at a loss as he was, opting for arranging to further press Stoat for information now that they had a name.

They tried to set up a time at Outback Island Prison to grill him, but were met multiple times with last minute rescheduling from the prison staff. The reasons varied from badly timed shift changes, to the ermine ending up in the infirmary after a fight broke out in the yard. Nick found it odd that the tiny ermine would participate in a fight considering his size and cowardice. When they had apprehended him he immediately surrendered, pleading for amnesty. But Nick pushed out the minor implausibility at the time.

It was only when they were just a few days away from finally getting some time with the stoat when things took an even more suspicious turn. Nick remembered Bogo calling them into the office and informing them of the deceased Evard Stoat. Apparently he had died in his cell overnight, the autopsy report stating he had died of sudden cardiac arrest. Bogo didn't have anything else for them, stating he 'was just as much at a loss of where to go from here as they were.'

Nick and Judy found it to be far too suspicious to let it go. Stoat's medical history showed no signs of any previous heart problems, and the autopsy photos of his face revealed a mammal who hadn't just died in fear, but in rage. Someone had clearly silenced him, shut him up before they could get to him.

The two had spent the last few hours arguing as to whether or not it was a fellow inmate, or a guard who had planted himself in the prison and was working for this mysterious company. The argument had continued on the way home from the precinct, and well into the evening in their home office. They had spent the last few hours going over the clues and scribbling leads onto the large white boards, trying to find some stone they hadn't turned over. Something they had missed. But now, with Stoat's death the duo found themselves even further in the dark than before.

Nick turned to look over at the sleeping rabbit on the loveseat across from him. She was splayed haphazardly across the cushions, allowing an arm to hang freely off one side. Her mouth was slack as she snored softly. Nick couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Carrot's was always a messy sleeper, but never more so than when she conked out while working a case. It reminded him of the way little kits tended to nod off at random, in the most bizarre positions, but still somehow managed to look so comfortable. He felt the urge to just snuggle up to her, wrapping his arms around her little frame and kissing her on the top of her head.

The fox shook his head in an effort to dismiss the notion. The kiss was a little to far for his liking, and he wanted to keep his head on straight. Still the Stoat Case was offering little distraction as there was still nothing he could glean from the clues.

Giving a heavy sigh, the fox rose to his feet and walked over to the nearest whiteboard. Giving it a spin to the blank side, he began to scribble down notes for another case he had been ignoring, the Bellwether Arson Case.

While he really didn't hate the ewe, he hadn't done much work on it. The main reason being that he was doing his best to keep it from Judy. He didn't want to keep it from his partner, but the risk that it would draw her back into that whole history was far too great. Bunnies were fairly 'emotional' after all, and her ability to separate her emotions from the victim could be compromised. It would have also most likely distracted her from the rest of her job, and could get her hurt, and that was the last thing Nick wanted.

A loud sudden snore cause Nick to wince and try to cover the board. He turned to see that the rabbit had shifted, with her back now facing the fox. Her slender body rising and falling with each breath. The fox found his eyes tracing her form. The rabbit was in nothing more than an oversized ZPD academy shirt and a pair of carrot covered panties, and the turn had hiked the hem of the shirt high enough to make out her adorably fluffy tail, and her perfectly shaped rump. Nick swallowed hard, slapping a paw to his face to snap himself out of his lurid daze. Returning to the board he began to go over the clues again.

There had been very little evidence that wasn't reduced to ash in relation the case. Some glass fragments from the fire bomb, a handful of hoof prints, and a few errant clumps of charred wool. The glass shards seemed to come from a standard wine bottle, although the make was impossible to discern. Even if they had narrowed it down to a specific brand any mammal could have picked it up from anywhere, even a dumpster. The prints and wool could have easily come from Dawn herself, especially with the nebulous nature of hoof prints and wool cuts. Unlike most mammals, hooved animals didn't tend to leave patterns that could be linked to a specific cervine or caprid. The best one could do is a size match, and that wasn't exactly concrete evidence. As for the wool, Nick could order a DNA test, but it would take too long and probably end up a dead end. It may have been far too damaged to get a proper match, and even so it was most likely Dawn's.

The fox had thoroughly ran down the list of close suspects. It was unlikely that Dawn herself staged the attack, as there was nothing to gain from it. The same went for the landlord. The most promising suspect, Vernon Hunter, had turned up with just as clean motives as the others. Working at Bug Burga, currently enrolled in ZU, all mundane and standard stuff. The wolf had seemed to suffer a bit of a rough patch in middle school, but other that he appeared to be on the up and up. What's more, nearly all of his family had turned out to be involved in law enforcement in some form or another. The previous day Nick had even went out of his way to contact Vernon's brother, Officer Wade Hunter at the Tundratown precinct, and was given a glowing character reference for ' ol Puppy'.

After that, the list of suspects became well...everybody in the city. And what made it worse was the frequent check-ins from the ewe's parole officer. Nick was getting a text from the old bear every few days inquiring on the status of the case. He seemed to be very invested in the lamb's well being, and it was becoming a bit grating.

Nick even checked his background for kicks, just in case the old bear had done it and was trying to establish an alibi. Again, Polaraski was just another dead end. Nick knew there had to be something he was missing, something his eyes weren't seeing.

"Mhhh....Nick..." The fox froze. Turning slowly to peer at the bunny. She was clearly still sleeping, but he was sure he had heard his name.

"C-Carrots?" He whispered softly.

There was no reply, and the silence in the room became deafening. The fox lingered, waiting for something, anything. But the silence remained uninterrupted, and he reluctantly tried to shrug off what he thought he'd heard. The fox turned to the nearby desk and opened a drawer, revealing the envelope of evidence for the case. Grasping it tightly, he opened the envelope and placed each smaller bag of evidence, and the picture of the prints on the desk top. He eyed the wool, the prints, and the glass sharply.

"There's gotta be so-"

"Kiss me Nick..."

The foxes ears were standing on end. He was damn sure he heard that. Turning around Judy's form remained un-changed, still steeped in slumber.

"Mhh...Sly bunny, sexy fox." The rabbit cooed.

Nick eyes were wide, and he could feel the sweat forming on his brow.

"Ju-judes?" He muttered in a half wheeze.

The rabbit simply sighed comfortably, winding her shoulders in an effort to ease her muscles.

The fox began to reach out to her, his paw shaking as it got closer to her. When it was just inches away the rabbit suddenly turned back around to face him. She was still asleep, but it was enough to send the fox sprinting out of the room in a panic. Now in the hallway, his back against the wall he clutched his chest. He was out of breath despite the short jaunt, the tension wrapped around his heart was stealing his breath.

"D-Does Judy..." He panted quietly to himself. "Does she want me?"

Clearly to Nick, the rabbit was dreaming. Anything can happen in a dream and you'll just go with it generally. He was reminded of the dream he once had where he was being intimate with a vixen made entirely of blueberries. It was weird yes, but it was proof that what happens in dream doesn't mean you want it to happen in real life. Still he couldn't figure out if he should wake her, confront her, or simply let it be.

There was only one mammal he could ask about this kind of thing, and it was time to call. Checking his phone, the time read four twenty-three A.M.. For a moment he hesitated, it was fairly late after all.

"Ah rut it." He muttered, hitting the dial button. "I'll deal with the fallout later. This is important."

The phone rang once, then twice, then a third time. It was on the tail of the fourth ring that the call was finally answered.

"Nick..." He heard and deep and bleary rumble. "It's four in the morning 'mam, this better be important."

"Hey Finn my boy." Nick put on his facade, hiding how shaken up he really was.

The response was silence, and after a few moments Nick felt it best to simply press on.

"Listen, I was wondering if um..." Nick drew out his words, reluctant to get to the matter at paw. "I could get your advice on something." He asked.

"I'm hanging up." Finnick muttered.

"Wait! Wait! It's serious mam, c'mon help your old Papa out." The fox pleaded.

"Do you want me to hang up Nick? 'Cause you making it more and more temptin' 'mam." Finn replied coldly.

"It's about Carrots." The fox said nervously.

"Oh here we go..." Finnick muttered.

"C'mon Finn I need you." Nick replied, clasping the phone with both paws.

There was silence, followed by the quiet murmurs of a conversation going on in the background.

"Aw, he sounds like he needs you Mi Pequeño Amor, help him." Nick heard a feminine voice in the background.

"F-finn? You got company over?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I do." Finnick replied bluntly.

"Uh-uh.." Nick felt uneasy knowing he had an audience. "Tell her I'm sorry Finn, I had no idea."

"It's okay Nick, I'll make myself scarce while the two of you talk." The voice replied, having clearly heard the fox. The accent was oddly familiar but Nick couldn't place it.

"Adios, Nick." Were the last words she said before Finn returned.

"Alright, I'm up. Let's get this over with." Finn growled.

Nick gulped, now that he had Finnick's ear he was a bit nervous to continue. Despite his best efforts to keep his cool, the facade was cracking.

"Well...um. I-" He stammared.

"Nick, I have work in less than two hours, can we speed this up?" Finnick growled.

"Well, Carrots is asleep right now." Nick stated.

"Lucky her." Finnick snapped.

"And she's...well...she's" Nick swallowed hard. "She's dreaming about me."

"I take back what I said earlier." Finn joked.

Nick ignored him and pressed on. "She's talking to me, I mean...in her sleep. The dream me."

"And?" Finn responded.

"Well, based on what she's saying, It er..." Nick paused. "Seems like she's dreaming about..." He tried to finish the sentence but the words refused to come.

"Rutting you like a mad hare in heat?" Finnick's trademark bluntness finished the sentence for him, albeit a bit more colorful than Nick would have liked.

"What should I do Finn?" Nick asked, a slight pleading tone in his voice.

He could hear Finn sigh deeply before continuing. "Look Nick, I don't know what to tell you. I mean, we've had this conversation before." The edge on Finnick's voice had eased. It was clear he was actually listening now.

"I know Finn, I know." Nick muttered.

"And you remember what I said every time before, yeah?" Finnick asked.

"Just be straight with her, tell her how you feel." Nick replied as if reading from a cue card, the little fennec's words etched into his mind.

"You and Judy are tight 'mam, even tighter than we are and I regret to say we've known each other since we were kits." Finn chuckled.

"Yeah." Nick replied flatly.

"Ever since her accident you knew you wanted to be with her, like one hundred percent right?" Finn asked.

Nick nodded softly before remembering the little fox couldn't see him. "Y-yeah." He mumbled sadly.

"If I were you, I would have told her right then. But we can't all be an alpha like me." He could imagine the fennec's smug grin on the other end of the line as he said it. Nick felt a retort coming on, but he bit his tongue. He needed to hear him out. Finn's laugh subsided, and after clearing his throat he pressed on.

"Look." Finnick said. "Even if old long ears doesn't feel the same way, and I really doubt that, you can't keep living like this 'mam."

"I know, why do you think I'm asking your advice right now?" Nick replied bluntly.

"You already know what I'm gonna say. You just want someone to get you fired up enough to tell her. Only you'll completely fall apart when you face her just like every other time." He snapped.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence pal." Nick replied sarcastically.

"I'm only saying it because it's happened every time before." There was no edge in Finn's reply, he simply stated a fact. A fact that Nick regretted to admit was true.

"Yeah..." Nick mumbled, nearly inaudible.

"She likes you 'mam, she's got it just as bad. I've seen it in the way she looks at you, how close she gets to you. You guys spend nearly every waking moment together. That's not a normal friendship, not even close." Finnick said.

Nick knew he was right, he always was when it came to this. But Nick had a great thing going these past four some odd years. Was it really worth risking it all, even if she felt the same?

"But if she says yes, and things don't work out..." Nick trailed.

"So they don't work out." Finn replied. "Better to have tried and failed then to have never known whether it would have worked or not."

"But she's prey, and I'm-"

"Stow it." Finn snapped. "So what, you gotta go for what makes you happy. And the two of you will be happy together, I can tell 'mam. Now either mark or get off the bush."

Nick was about to respond, but the fox cut him off.

"And don't bring up work neither, I know the books don't have a single rule about inter-office dating. Face it 'mam, you got no excuse. You gotta live like Gabbi's song said, from a few years back."

Nick scrunched his muzzle in confusion. "Who's Gabbi?"

He heard Finnick cough uncomfortably on the other end. "Er, I mean Gazelle. Y'know, Try everything and all that jazz."

Nick swallowed hard. "Y-your right." He wiped his brow. "I'm gonna do it. I'll tell her."

"Good." Finn replied. "So when you gonna call me about this again, I'd prefer a little warning next time."

Nick laughed. "Okay, okay. If I don't do it this time I'll pay for the pizza for the next six poker nights. Deal?" Nick asked.

"Deal." Finn replied

"Alright, well I'm gonna get back to these Case notes, I'm gonna be up for a while." Nick said.

"Jeeze Nick, you two got to leave that shit at work 'mam. It's like you are married to the job." Finn laughed.

"Hey we keep it to one night off a week, I swear. In a weird way it's sort of invigorating." Nick replied.

"Yeah, well..." The fennec trailed off. "Oh, that reminds me. Got something new on the Stoat Case."

Nick's interest shifted and his eyes lit up. He was hungry for any scrap of evidence he could get.

"Yeah? Yeah?" He asked excitedly.

"Well the city camera network didn't turn up too much, you know how they only store six months worth of footage before it records over the old stuff?" Finnick asked.

"Right?" Nick responded.

"Well we found some footage of the last boat to arrive before Stoat came." Finnick stated. "We lost the trucks carrying the shipment in the city, apparently they have a pretty good idea of where all of the network blind spots are. But, we could see the shipment being unloaded at the dry dock."

"So what were they shipping in, more fake Zbucks?" Nick was on edge now, waiting on baited breath for some dramatic and revealing clue.

"Don't know, the boxes had no obvious labeling, and the guys moving the packages were impossible to identify." Finn stated.

"How so?" Nick asked.

"Well that's the interesting part, the crew were wearing hazmat suits." Finnick said.

"Wait, why?" Now Nick was confused, surely there were better ways to hide your identity.

"Again, I'm not really sure. But as it turns out, whatever was in those crates were carried on a refrigerated barge. That means whatever they were bringing in could spoil."

Nick was at a loss, this was a massive clue, but it still gave him little to work with. What could these suspects be importing that required refrigeration and hazmat suits? Whatever the reason, it was at the very least something to add to the pile of clues.

"I hope that helps, cause I can't get anything more from it." Finn added.

"Y-yeah, I think it does Finn." The fox replied, scratching his chin as he reflected over the new information.

"Well...I should let you go. I've kept you up long enough. A growing boy needs his sleep after all." Nick slid back into his usual demeanor without missing a beat, he was ready to get back to work and needed to wrap up this call quickly.

"Pftt...I'm going to kick you in the shin next time I see you, so remember why." Finn snarled.

"Okay bud, gonna hang up now." Nick said, half ignoring the little foxes threat.

"Hey wait!" Finn caught Nick as he was seconds away from hitting the end call button.

"What?" Nick asked.

"When you do talk to Judy..." Finn lingered, seemingly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "Tell her those photos were of my lady all right? We were fooling around, I don't creep ladies ya get me?"

"Why Finn." Nick feigned a shocked response. "You are with a gazelle, the scandal! I never took you for a prey chaser." The fox chuckled.

"Ain't that the pot-" Finnick stopped himself, letting out a sigh. "Look, this girl is important to me and I want it to work, I don't need your girl bringing an inquisition down on who I'm with. She's a very private mammal."

"Wait...what do you mean?" Nick said, confusion marking his voice.

"Just do it for me, okay?" Finn snapped. In the background, the fox could barely hear the sound of Finnick's lady friend. She was singing the lyrics to some song, something he knew he had heard recently. It sounded so familiar and yet he couldn't place it.

"Alright fine, I swear I will." Nick replied, giving up on trying to suss out just who Finn was with.

"Night Nick." Finn replied.

"Morning Finn." And with that, Nick ended the call.

Placing his phone back in his pocket, the fox moseyed his way back to the office. Judy hadn't moved since he left, and remained soundly asleep. Uncapping a marker, he flipped the board again and added the new information to the Stoat chart. It seemed to make the whole affair more confusing, but deep down the fox felt as though he were on the cusp of major breakthrough. It might take a day or two to get the new footage, but he was sure either he or Judy would be able to find the final clue buried somewhere in it. As he finished scribbling the last of the notes down, he felt a rumble in his pocket.

Grabbing his phone, he brought it up to inspect the text he had received. He assumed it was a final biting comment from Finn, or a threat. But instead he was surprised to find the incoming text was from Don Polaraski.

"What the hell? It's four thirty in the morning. What could he want?" The fox muttered in confusion. Opening the text, the screen displayed only two words which had been clearly typed in a haphazard manner.

'He)p Dawqn'

Nick stared at the message in confusion. The bear had obviously tried to type 'Help Dawn.' or 'Help, Dawn'. But either way it made little sense. Nick made his way back to the hallway, and attempted to call the bear. However Don didn't answer, and after the second attempt the fox stopped trying. The unease was growing as the fox read the message again, there was something sinister below the surface. The mistyped keys were near the proper ones, denoting a desperation or trembling as the sender typed. The brevity and the lack of response to the call only increased the sense of suspicion in the fox.

"Is Dawn doing something to her par-" The fox stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to immediately blame the sheep for a crime he wasn't even sure was being committed, but it was the first place his mind went. Luckily, he had an idea of how to eliminate that possibility fairly quickly.

Sneaking back into the office, he scanned around for Carrot's phone. He knew she had left it somewhere around the room before she changed into her more casual clothing. After a few moments, his eyes spotted the familiar grey phone sitting on the side table next to the love seat. Creeping quietly, the fox carefully snatched the phone, taking great care to not disturb the sleeping rabbit nearby. Taking it out in the hall he scanned through the list of contacts, and sure enough he found Bellwether's name.

He had a feeling that when the ewe had given her the number, Judy wouldn't simply throw it out. Whether the rabbit wanted to keep tabs on her, or was reluctant to admit she wanted to try to befriend her again she was going to keep that number close by. Naturally she would have entered in the phone rather than keep it on the paper scrap, the risk of losing it would be too great. Nick smirked to himself at his now confirmed assumption. And here Nick had thought wasting time mulling over Bellwether was behind her. He imagined that Judy had played chicken with the call button quite a few times by this point, trying to muster the courage to dial.

"So much for keeping you out of the Bellwether business Carrots." The fox chuckled.

Unlike the rabbit, the fox mashed the call button without hesitation. All he needed was a voice, something to confirm the ewe was home in case something came of Polaraski's message. Then he could simply hang up without even saying a word. He was caught off guard however, when a decidedly male voice answered the phone.

"Who is this?" The voice was laced with confusion.

"I need to speak with Dawn Bellwether." Nick replied, now worried the number had been wrong this whole time.

"Once again, I'm going to ask who this is. It's four in the morning pal." The voice responded gruffly. It was starting to sound familiar.

"This is Detective Nick Wilde, I'm call-" The voice cut him off.

"Oh, its you Red. You and your partner can't leave that poor sheep alone can you?" The nickname finally clued Nick in on who was speaking.

"Wait, is this Puppy?" The fox asked by accident, the nickname just slipped out. The situation demanded a serious tone, lest he put the wolf further on the defensive.

"I told you not to call me that!" The voice snarled.

"Look, look I'm sorry okay Mr. Hunter. But I urgently nee-"

"You know, I've got family in law enforcement, and they don't spend their free time stalking their previous offenders after they've served their debts to society." The wolf snapped.

"I'm aware of your families careers Mr. Hunt-"

"Oh so you've been looking into my family now? You mammals really are obsessed." Vernon was practically snarling, and the continued interruptions were starting to grate on the fox.

"Listen!" Nick snapped back. "This is important Mr. Hunter! Can you just tell me if she is there with you?" Nick asked tersely.

"And why should I tell you anything?" Vernon replied.

Nick let out an aggravated sigh. "I get it, you care about Dawn alright. So for the sake of her safety, can you at least tell me if she's been with you for the last few hours." Nick was practically pleading with him.

The wolf seemed thrown off by the fox's tone. He coughed awkwardly before speaking, his voice was calmer.

"Y-yes, today's our day off. We've been home all day." Vernon replied earnestly.

"You are living together?" The fox responded, half surprised.

"Yes, I assumed someone in your position would know that." The wolf said, his tone returning to a level of slight annoyance.

"I did not sir." The fox responded. "Look, just keep an eye on her alright. It's important to..." The fox coughed, trying to think up an excuse. "to the pending arson case." He added.

The wolf was silent for a moment.

"F-fine?" The wolf said, confusion in his voice.

"Good." Nick replied. "Goodnight Mr. Hunter.

"Uh-yeah....goodnight." The wolf replied.

Hanging up Judy's phone, Nick returned to the office. He gingerly placed the phone back in it's spot on the side table. Turning the white board back to the arson case side, he scribbled in the odd text message, and the fact that the ewe was home at the time of receiving it. Above the new information, he wrote 'alibi?' in large letters, and circled it.

"N-Nick..." He heard a familiar voice shuddering.

Turning his attention back to the sleeping rabbit, her face seemed to be scrunched in pain. She was trembling now, her paws clasped to her upper arms.

"I-It's so c-cold Nick...s-so cold." She uttered.

The fox felt his heart drop. Those were the exact words she said to him the day she had been bitten. His mind reeled back to that moment, and replayed it vividly in his head. The fox crouched above the downed rabbit, his paw applying pressure to her neck wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. There had been so much blood, more blood then he thought she could possibly have. Judy's eyes were still wide in shock, and her breathing was staggered.

"N-Nick..." She shuddered as she spoke.

"Judy! Your gonna be okay! Stay with me Judy!" The fox responded pleadingly. He could barely hear the approaching sirens of the oncoming ambulance, his heightened awareness and adrenalin keeping his focus on Judy's words.

"I-It's so c-cold Nick...s-so cold."

The fox immediately scooped her up and held her close to his chest, keeping his paw on her wound. Judy's blood had completely soaked his uniform, and the pressure at her wound was fading rapidly. Nick could feel tears pooling in his eyes, and began to whine as if he were feral.

"S-stay with me." She uttered.

"I will Judy. I will." The fox repeated, his voice cracking.

He found himself back in the present, still frozen in horror. Coming to his senses he again regarded Judy. She was shivering fiercely, fully rapt in the nightmare she was having. The cases, everything else in his mind fell away, replaced with the more urgent need to comfort his Carrots.

The fox crept his way over to the loveseat and carefully eased his way behind the shivering rabbit. Gingerly he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her smaller form into him. She managed to fit perfectly in his embrace, her head resting just below his muzzle. Slowly the shivering came to a stop.

"I'm here Judes. I'm here." He cooed softly.

He felt the rabbit's arms tighten around his own, and she wriggled her body deeper into him. She let out a comforted sigh as her breathing returned to normal.

"Stay with me..." She cooed tiredly.

"I'll always be here Judy."