The Greys Chapter 18: Sundays
#19 of The Greys
Sundays were usually skeleton staff days at the ZPD. Most of the officers took the day off, so the only staff there were the part-timers, reservists who would show up every weekend or when the police were short staffed. Judy was half expecting Tim Church to not be there, but crime never seemed to take a vacation.
Tim was a mouse. Like all mice, he was tiny, very tiny. Each time he went to the ZPD was like he was in a Kaiju movie, a genre of film that had actually started to become popular in Little Rodentia after Officer Hopps and Duke Weaselton's chase through the city within a city. Most of his day was spent scurrying to his office, avoiding the larger mammals who could easily crush him, so by the time he got to his office, he was panting and ready to get home. Unlike the rest of the ZPD, though, he hadn't gone through basic training. He was actually a contractor, an artist that the police paid to sketch criminals when they didn't have any photographic evidence, which usually meant he had a lot of down time to work on his own projects. At home. Where he was safe.
Tim was just about to finish his thimble of coffee when Officer Hopps wandered up to his desk. "Hey Tim," the bunny woman said as she looked down at the tiny mouse, "I need your help."
"Oh," he squeaked, "Have a perp?"
"Something like that. I have a perp that we don't have any photos of, but just a description," she replied. Tim just nodded as he pushed himself from his tiny desk, moving over to grab an equally tiny pencil before walking over to a normal sized drawing tablet, "Just tell me what he looks like."
If Leonardo was a master, Tim was a god. The mouse was quick, darting over the page as he dragged the pencil around, sketching every detail Judy mentioned as she tried to perfectly describe her enemy turned friend, Gideon Grey. By the time she uttered the last word, Tim was done with the rough sketch and had quickly moved to shading. The whole ordeal took ten minutes, mostly Judy correcting him here and there on his look until the sketch was the spitting image of Gideon.
"This him," the diminutive mammal asked as he looked up at the bunny. It was spot on. "Yep, that's the guy," Judy said as she leaned over the Mouse.
"I'll send it down to records," he started to say, but Judy shook her head, "No. It's fine. I can do that."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Suit yourself," Time said as he slid off the pad.
Judy grabbed the bottom of the page and tore it from the sketch pad. "Thanks, Tim," she called back as she bounded away.
The mouse just smiled, "Thanks, Judy." He really was thankful, though. He rarely got to use his talents since everyone had smart phones. The mouse looked down at his watch, "Well, time to head home."