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Case File - The Savage Dark

Reporting Agent: Code Name - Jack "Savage"

Affiliation: Unknown

Current Whereabouts: Unknown

Agent Status: Unknown (Active)

Recording Continues:

"It is often referred to as 'The Honeymoon Period.' Simply put, it is the period in a period where everything is new. In relationships, it means that the mammals in said relationship are starting to learn how to live together, both on a romantic and a literal sense. This time often involves a good deal of goofy races, longing looks, excessive romance, and of course, rutting as if we had never managed to make ourselves civilized. On average, it lasts about a year. Apparently, this is the point when the brain accepts someone as a permanent fixture in life. The excitement can fade, if it is allowed to fade. A mistake many mammals make.

"In my world, the Honeymoon Period is that moment when the case starts to move quickly forward after an extended period of inactivity. New evidence is presented or someone talks. A lead directs us to something vital. Even, in extremely rare cases, those we are after learning that they are being investigated or perused and decide to turn themselves in for questioning. Like relationships, if this period is allowed to fade due to inaction, it can cause things to fall apart. Which is a problem, because generally speaking, we don't always know when we are in the Honeymoon Period until it is finished or at best after the first lead takes us to places we never suspected were involved. Luckily, in this particular case, it was a bright flash of 'We really have no choice.'

"I still find it funny that it came while the Wildes were still on their very literal honeymoon."

---

Bunnyburrow was a crowded place, though the broken sign that continued to tick well into the hundreds of millions was far from an accurate representation of the population. But it was the expansive swaths of land, which were free for settling and farming to feed Zootopia's ever expanding need for vegetables, that made it seem less populated than it really was to those who visited. When moving from the homes of one family to another, the streets were no more crowded than one would expect from a small town as the sons and daughters of family units moved further into the outskirts to continue this expansion. A survival strategy, obviously, and a fine way to make sure that kits were given some real distance from their family when they decided to move out on their own. This did not dissolve the closeness of family units, though. The Hopps were a prime example, with a large central home that was almost constantly flooded by visits from already grown children and their kits.

At the year-round Farmer's Market, as representatives from every family came to show their wares to possible customers from Zootopia and beyond, the true population could be seen. It fit the bustle of downtown Savanna Central during rush hour, and often maintained that level of hustle through most of the day. Even though he'd thought he would be prepared for the hustle of bunnies and the chatter of a multitude of voices, Jack had never lived in Bunnyburrow. Experiencing it first hand was something of a surprise. Even with the plethora of bunnies moving like a massive, living thing, he already knew that his idea of making any incoming agent obvious had worked to his advantage.

"Alpha, target has stopped moving," the voice in his ear stated calmly, the earpiece easily cutting through the sound around him.

"Understood, Nightingale. Do you know if the target is the Wildes?"

"Negative. Too far from their safe house. No possibility of a visual." The answer surprised him slightly, though there was always the possibility that whoever had decided to brave his perimeter simply didn't know where Nick and Judy were staying. It wasn't as if they'd left the house for the last three days.

"Your thoughts?" he said, his voice drifting off when he noticed a young, pretty, and stark white bunny staring in his direction.

"Home base, though the angle of the lenses isn't quite right," the voice amended quickly, causing Jack to focus his memory on the area surrounding his temporary base of operations even as the white furred bunny made her way towards him with a frown on her dainty muzzle. "Not really searching. Just wandering aimlessly."

"Keep a visual on her. Inform me of any movement," he muttered under his breath.

"Her, sir? Expecting someone?"

Giving no reply, as the reply would have been clearly heard by the slender bunny that stopped a few feet in front of him, he allowed one brow to raise slightly. Of course, he knew exactly who she was, though he couldn't think of any good reason for Judy's sister to be stopping in front of him, her arms folded across her chest. She was as bright as sunlight standing there, if that sunlight had run through a filter that provided the blazing pink of her t-shirt. A T-shirt that, before she had covered the words with her arms, had clearly demanded 'Knot Now', causing him to suppress a slight groan. Though the brightness of white and pink, blue eyes glared at him as if he had somehow slighted her, run off with another doe and left her standing alone at prom. She was hardly past the age where she should be worrying about proms and bucks and first loves, after all. Which again, left him wondering why this bright little bunny who stood at least a head shorter than him looked ready to murder him.

"You're Lapin?" He couldn't help the feeling that she had thrown the name at him in hopes of murdering him with every letter.

"And you're Beth," he returned easily, causing her ears to drop back in mild surprise as his thumbs hooked in his jean pockets and stood facing her with a slight cock in his hips. No reason not to play the charm card, as a male who had no desire to run on the wrong side of Judy's family. "A pleasure to meet you."

"And you are the one who stole my sister away from her perfect fox!" she said, the moment of surprise melting into finger pointing anger that quickly drew gazes from multiple bunnies around them. A finger that was now shoved into the tip of his muzzle as he processed what she'd said without comment. "My cousin heard it from her friend, who heard it from her parents, who heard it from my older brother, who heard it from my parents when they saw you on Muzzle Time. Who do you think you are? How did you do it? Trick her? Dig up something dirty in his past to make him look bad? Drug her?"

"I assure you," he began, only to be cut off when the soft finger pressed against his nose shoved hard enough to make his head rock back.

"Well, let me tell you something," she ranted, clearly not interested in listening to anything he had to say until she had hers. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this. And as soon as I find her, she's going to get even more of an earful than you're about to get, Mr. Zebra Bunny. And then we'll see who's stealing who away!"

"Hm," was his only comment for a moment, allowing the now quickly breathing and obviously irate doe to tremble out her anger. Brave little bunny, too, with her nose twitching a mile a minute as she confronted an unknown buck who had 'stolen her sister'. "It seems the Hopps rumor mill is running a little slow. Did you leave town?"

"No! What do you mean?" she demanded, looking confused as blue eyes considered him suspiciously. "I've been... Busy for a few days. What does that have to do with anything? And where is Judy?"

"Because you are a few days behind on the hometown news," he said, a slow grin crawling up his muzzle as she twisted her paws together. Righteous indignation was giving way to uncertain curiosity, which again came with a realization that she was making a spectacle of herself in a market full of bunnies. Not that she looked embarrassed, he decided. Just aware as she gave a quick wave to someone she ether knew or was related to with a bright smile. He continued when she turned her attention back to him. "As for where your sister is, I can pretty accurately assume she is either tangled in a passionate embrace with the fox you seem so protective of or sleeping one such tangle off in the house where they're staying."

"Really?" The tone of her voice pitched up a bit into pure delight for a moment as she literally bounced in place before she narrowed her eyes at him again. "But you did try to steal her away, didn't you?"

"I have no romantic interest in your sister whatsoever," he assured her, which caused her to positively beam at him. Which made the white bunny much too pretty and dangerously cute. Deciding to assure her further and hopefully distract her away from him so he could slip away to deal with the intruder, he pulled out a card for his Jack Lapin identity and scribbled the address on the back. "You can find them here, if you want to pay them a visit. Though I would try to call first. As I said, chances are they are doing what newlyweds often do."

"Newlyweds?" Her ears were perked high and her mouth was dropped open a bit before she grabbed the front of his dark t-shirt to drag him closer. Which really ended up with her dragging herself closer and standing on her tip toes until they were almost nose to nose. "Did you say, 'newlyweds'?"

"You should get in touch with some family," he said, gently extracting her paws from his shirt and setting her back a few steps. "As I said, you are a few days behind."

"William!" she called, loud enough to make him repress a wince as the high tone offended sensitive ears. Others around them even grumbled in annoyance as she turned and bolted off, calling the name again as she went. His gaze followed her, one brow quirking when the blur of pretty white bunny dashed right into the arms of a tan and white swift fox with dark grey around his eyes. The dash turned into a sideways leap, one that the fox somehow managed to catch without falling on his ass, as laughter peeled from her muzzle. Casting a surprised glance in Jack's direction and then a somewhat resigned to Beth, the fox asked a quick question as she took advantage of being held to pull out a cell phone. Snuggling into the fox's arms, she raised her free paw to the buck, wiggled her fingers with another bright smile before she pointed down the road and chirped an order to the fox. It was with a slight roll of his eyes and a more than besotted grin on his muzzle, that the fox obeyed her command without complaint.

"Must run in the family," Jack muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly as he glanced around and raised his paw to his ear. "Nightingale, update status on the target."

"Unchanged," came the reply a moment later, causing him to consider his options for a moment before he started to walk again.

"Give me her location."

---

She wanted to be seen.

That much was clear and obvious, so it seemed redundant to repeat it even as a part of his thought process. The shade of dense trees not only helped keep the heat of the day at arms-length but should have provided ample cover for someone trying to camp the hilltop. That Nightingale had been able to track her from above so easily and for so long was either very sloppy or very intentional. It wasn't that even highly skilled professionals were not occasionally sloppy. As was apparent by the fact that he didn't notice the laser trigger for the motion sensor until his leg had already passed through it.

Fuck it.

"Skye?" he called, his ears perked to listen for sign of her. The rustle of leaves, the cheerful sounds of birdsong, and the not too distant hum of life in the burrow answered him for a long moment as he inched forward again. Blue eyes scanned for more triggers as he moved forward. "With how easy you made it to find you, I assume you're here to talk. I'm unarmed."

"Does that even make a difference with someone like you, Agent Savage?" came the lilt of her voice from behind and overhead.

He hardly had time to turn before she tackled him. The blur of white and black was as fast as he'd remembered, this time enhanced by her previous position somewhere in the trees. The impact sent his world spinning as she rolled them over the ground, forcing him to react by tucking his arms and carrying the momentum forward rather than trying to slow it. The result was a faster roll than she'd expected, enough of a surprise to have her overcompensate in her own attempt to gain control. Her arms flung out to the side, gripping grass and dirt, which freed him long enough for him to kick away and come to a stop on his paw and knees facing her just as she did the same.

"If you wanted a rematch, there are gyms," he said, drawing himself to his feet slowly in time with her. A quick check showed that she had no obvious weapons, and the tight-fitting black suit she wore was a hard place to hide anything larger than a knife. The empty holster that hung from the softly rounded curve of her... Hung from her waist, told him that she hadn't come unarmed but had intentionally disarmed herself upon arrival. "Rings, matches. We do technically work for the same people."

"Oh, how I wish that were true," she murmured, frowning for a moment as she dusted her paws together to clear the dirt from white fur without taking her eyes off him. "But rings and matches have too many rules. And no trees. Are you really unarmed?"

"I am," he said, considering the weight of her words about who they worked for as they started to pace around each other. "You went to some trouble to get this far alone, you're not tracking the Wildes, and you made yourself easy enough to see once inside the perimeter. It follows that you have something you want to say."

"How do you know I'm not a distraction?" she quipped, flashing a grin as they inched closer to each other. Her paw darted out in a quick test strike, one deflected and turned as she spun away from him with a flourish of her bushy tail. "I could have agents all over. Moving in on the Wildes - do congratulate them for me - while I keep you occupied so they might have an actual chance to escape this time?"

"You could be," he lied, having no doubt that she was alone in this. Just as she had been spotted the moment she'd come within a mile of Bunnyburrow, anyone else out of place would have been noticed as well. He didn't have to tell her that, though. "But then you wouldn't have made the suggestion, even under the obvious guise of bringing my guard down."

As if to test the words themselves, they moved at the same moment. They were not holding back, not in a 'let's play nice' way. There was weight behind every blow, enough that when he knocked aside her roundhouse with the pad of his paw, he was sure that they both felt the sharp ache of the impact down to their bones. He was curious of her reason for being here, as every instinct was telling him that she was not a threat; both the instincts of an agent and the instincts of a bunny. This held true even when she slipped past his guard with one paw while he blocked the other, gripping the front of his shirt to viciously drag him forward into a vicious throw. He also felt that she intentionally held onto the T-shirt he wore as he fell, allowing the fabric to tear. Or more precisely, to be shredded by her claws on the way down. It left her with a large swatch of cloth in her paw, and him with one side of his chest completely bare.

"You did that on purpose," he commented, his tone cool as he held up one of the torn edges between two fingers as if to show her what he meant.

"I have no idea what you mean," she said, not a trace of innocence in her voice as she raised the scrap of cloth to her muzzle and breathed the scent in with blue eyes focused on him. The way those eyes changed, from the basic excitement of a good fight to sharp predatory interest, almost managed to make his nose twitch. "I've never tasted bunny before."

"Blunt," he said slowly with an odd feeling of interest in her actions, releasing the scrap as she started to move closer to him, an unsteady sway in her tail now. "I'm not entirely sure if I should be aroused or sprinkling myself with seasoning right now."

"Too much salt is bad for you," she quipped in return, obviously either distracted or believing that their little spar was over. This allowed him to easily sweep his foot behind her leg as both paws connected with her chest, sending the vixen tumbling back onto her ass. He followed her down, his paws pinning hers over her head as he straddled her hips and used his weight to keep her pinned. Surprised as she was, it was almost repeat of the last time he'd had her pinned: her eyes were almost lazy now, even with the predatory glint in them. A lazy smile spreading over her muzzle as she stretched out under him, as if she enjoyed being under his weight. This time, there was a little more than a twinge in his sheath when her lithe body slid sinuously under his, a fact that she seemed to notice as she arched her back up a bit. "So, you are armed."

"That is a terrible joke," he said blandly, even though he couldn't and didn't even try to hide the fact that she had clearly managed to get something she'd wanted: his arousal. "Is this why you're here? To seduce me?"

"Oh please," she said, giving a grand roll of her eyes as a light laugh escaped her. Leverage only went so far, particularly when he was distracted by the tightness of his own pants, and the vixen was no doubt stronger than him when she bucked her body under his. The ride was short and wild as she destroyed his center of balance and forced her arms up as he tried to regain it. He was tossed over, and rather than allowing her to be the one on top, he quickly rolled away a short distance so they were facing each other again. "This isn't a honeypot, Savage. I am here to help you."

"Help me?" he said, trapping her arm under his when she struck out again, spinning on his heel to drag her along with him for a moment. A quick series of maneuvers had him behind her, her arm pinned behind her back and his free arm around her throat. The fact that she was really only an inch or so taller than him was a little surprising but made it easier for him to speak into one folded ear. "I'm not exactly high on the ZIAs list of loved mammals right now. How can you help me?"

"I'm not here as a representative of the ZIA," she grunted lightly, testing the strength of his hold on her wrist as she squirmed against him. Squirming that, despite his best efforts, led to the swell of her rear and the bush of her tail brushing against the swell in the front of his jeans. She released a strained laugh when he released a low chirring groan. "Okay, that sound is much cuter than I expected."

She took full advantage of the moment of bluster, her free elbow driving back into his ribs until the only sound he could make was a pained wheeze. When she shoved her hips back this time, stepping back into him, it was to unbalance him so she could flip him over her shoulder. Landing on his feet, he started the turn to face her again when pain shot through his ears. Ears that she now had a hold on, yanking them back to keep his throat exposed as she wrapped herself around the front of his body like a second skin. It was anything but innocent. He knew she could have chosen something other than the heat between her thighs to nestle against his already aching arousal, and could have put her muzzle at his throat instead of at the base of his ears.

"I'm here because the ZIA is overstepping its power. I cannot see how their actions or the order they keep handing out are for the good of anyone but the Director himself," she breathed, her breath teasing the fine fur just inside his ear as she spoke. The stark eroticism of her hold on him was taken up a notch when her paw relaxed on his ears and her claws lightly raked upward through the fur. He ground his teeth to prevent another 'cute' sound from escaping, though he had no doubt she felt the effects between her thighs. "They're sending agents to acquire you, of all mammals. To detain you, until the situation is contained."

"The situation being savage mammals that are somehow the ZIA's doing," he concluded, gaining a sound of confirmation from her as he allowed her a moment to please herself by nibbling on the rim of his ear.

Then allowed her another moment to nibble on his ear to please himself, savoring the devilishly erotic sensation that sang through his entire nervous system for a moment before the paw he had gradually squirmed free slipped behind her knee. Testing the waters of acceptance, she made the mistake of lifting her leg to the touch and pressing further into him, which allowed him to push his body forward and take her down to her back with enough force to knock the wind out of her. He stood and backed away as she stayed where she was, panting with blue eyes focused on him with equal parts accusation and arousal. He knew that one directly related to the other, causing him to grin slightly as he reached up and almost tried to brush his shirt off before he remembered that she had torn it. Glancing down with a sigh, he realized that it had torn further during their grappling match and seeing only advantage in the action on so many levels, he slipped the ruined rag off and tossed it to the ground.

"You're not playing fair," she stated, now sitting up to catch her breath with her eyes dragging over the gray-furred, toned span of his torso for a long moment before her eyes moved down further. "I don't know exactly what's happening, but I feel like it's a Lionheart type scenario. They've been catching the mammals that go savage and are locking them up just outside of Zootopia."

"And you know this because you've been catching them and locking them up yourself," he added, noticing that her eyes lingered on the front of his jeans openly for a long moment before she shrugged slightly. The flippant attitude irritated him slightly, as did her clear and unhidden attraction. Or maybe it was his and the fact that he couldn't hide it in any realistic way. "So, given that, why are you suddenly so chatty and eager to help?"

"I've already told you, they are overstepping what is good for Zootopia. And they intend to come after you," she stated, drawing herself up onto all fours and moving towards him slowly. The stance was fully predatory: a slow stalk, steps placed in a way that made no sound on the ground as she moved towards him. It almost reminded him of Nick when he had gone full savage and while it was obvious that she wasn't savage herself, she moved as if it was something she was accustomed to. The effect was, overall, frighteningly sexy.

"Your intent is to protect me?" he said, his muzzle curving into a grin. He refused to move when she moved closer to him, even though the way she looked at him now did cause his nose to twitch unconsciously. He didn't react or move away when she pressed her advance into him rather than around, one snowy white paw raised to slide up his hip as the other moved upward through his belly fur. "A phone call would have sufficed."

"Oh no, it wouldn't have," she murmured softly, gently dragging him to the ground this time. He wondered, looking into sky blue eyes, if he was allowing this or if he was simply powerless to resist as she pushed him onto his back and crawled up to straddle his hips. He was sure she could feel the heat just as clearly as he felt hers if the pleasantly feminine sounding growl was any indication. "They're coming in the morning, before dawn. So, I figured, half a day to debrief me. Earn your trust."

"Earn my trust?" he replied, his voice an amused chuckle. The fact that he couldn't keep the lust out of his tone was slightly vexing, but he had always known that there were some mammals that were just irresistible. So irresistible that, even as both of her paws moved to slide over his chest, his moved to grip the black-clad curve of her hips in turn. "How do I know you're not the one who was sent to acquire me Special Agent Skye?"

"It would be hard to acquire you," she mumbled, her eyes, and shortly one paw, distracted by the pattern of dark stripes that cut across his shoulder. "While being watched. How else would you have known where I was?"

"True enough," he chuckled, allowing her to continue her curious exploration of his stripes as he raised one paw to his ear. "Nightingale, the situation is under control. Resume normal surveillance. Sniper One, Swift, you are clear to return to baaaase!"

The last word was drawn out when the vixen on top of him rolled her hips in a way that was a little more than suggestive. The motion from the smirking vixen was a slow grind that caused him to lose his train of thought for a full two seconds before he became aware of soft laughter from the other side of his ear piece.

"Roger that, Alpha," Swift replied, his normally professional tone full of humor. "Are you going to tell us which one of you has the situation under control first?"

"It is hard to tell from up here, Alpha." This time it was Nightingale who spoke, causing the rabbit to release a slow sigh as he looked up at the vixen undulating on top of him. "All I see are nice flanks and your legs sticking out from under them."

"I will see both of your smart asses in the sparring ring when we're back at base," he commented sourly, satisfied when the smirking replies were exchanged for sudden radio silence. "And you, Special Agent Skye. As much fun as this has been, it is time to get back to work. I don't plan on staying in Bunnyburrow for the rest of my life while the ZIA rounds up mammals that they may or may not have turned savage in the first place. So, you can stop doing that, get your paws off my zipper, and follow me to a safe house where I can debrief you."

---

The night, he knew, was deceptively quiet. Through the slit in the shaded window, Bunnyburrow slept while a few hundred miles away, Zootopia remained awake and in motion. He supposed they were a little piece of Zootopia brought into the sleepy town, watching the dark as he sipped the coffee he held in one paw. Lack of sleep was something he was well used to, as was doing so after expending a great deal of energy, and it didn't slow his mind as he considered the changes that this information brought about.

He now had confirmation of many theories, as well as new facts that tossed a few of his old theories out the window. He had known that the ZIA were rounding up savage mammals, but now he knew exactly where they were taking them. He had suspected that they were doing so as some form of cover up, and now he had confirmation of that. His belief that Nick was still considered a liability had been proven, and he also knew that the ZIA was willing to go so far as to attempt the kidnapping of an Agent to reach him. That meant the Director of the ZIA's involvement in the savage mammals was likely direct and was either illegal or life threatening. The simple thing to do would be to tell his superiors at The Agency that the ZIA Director was directly involved, which would begin an interagency diplomacy contest to see who was better at showing the other what secrets they could expose if cooperation wasn't given.

Jack wasn't feeling particularly diplomatic.

Taking another slow sip of the coffee, he turned his gaze back into the bedroom. In particular, the snowy white vixen who was stripped naked and sprawled comfortably over his bed in deep sleep. After debriefing her for hours, looking for any inconsistencies in the information she was providing and the help she promised, it had become apartment that the actions of the ZIA Director had annoyed her to say the very least. Distressed her in certain recent cases, in fact, which had led her to seek him out. And had led to another thing he had learned today: his former belief that Special Agent Skye wanted to prove that she could somehow beat him had been incorrect. If anything, to his embarrassment and annoyance, she had a very mild case of hero worship combined with a competitive streak that had her thinking she would make a good partner for him. And, less to his annoyance - much, much less - had a real and ravenous attraction to him. Which was why the naked, stripped buck leaned against the desk on the far side of the room, admiring what he considered a true work of Nature's art while running possible scenarios for the next few hours through his mind.

Eventually, he set the mug down and reached to the desk behind him to pick up his phone. Bringing up the program that allowed him to contact his entire team securely via text, he started typing.

Alpha: I believe the Intel is actual.

Swift: Understood. Orders?

Alpha: For now, SAS will be given the benefit of the doubt. She is not to be left without supervision until I say otherwise and further interactions with The Agency will be determined given her actions moving forward.

Swift: Understood. What about the Intel? How do we proceed to intercept?

This caused him to pause for a moment as he lowered the phone to his side, his gaze leveled on the sleeping vixen. The glow of the cell phone's screen, for a moment, gave her an almost ghostly glow. Or angelic. And maybe Doctor Velox had been right when she'd called him a romantic, a thought that made him smirk in self-derision. She was still an unknown factor, as much as he would have liked to believe that she was to be trusted. He very much wanted to believe it, but if he had learned anything over the years, it was that quickly placed trust was a good way to get a knife driven into your back. Usually, it was him sliding the knife, but the point remained valid. He turned his eyes back to his phone.

Alpha: I have a plan. Further instructions will be sent before dawn.

Swift: Understood. Awaiting further instructions.

"Jack?" The sleepy sound of Skye's voice had him raising his eyes from his phone to look over at her. The fact that her eyes reflected the dim light of the phone like twin moons caused his heart to skip a bit, and silent curses about the 'being a romantic' thing again. It was hard not to be. Especially when she rolled over onto her side lazily, elongating that delightfully soft body into a slow stretch that had every curve, from shoulders, to breasts, to hips, displayed for his eyes only. That the arousal pooled in his gut so quickly was still surprising. But he could learn to live with it. "Work?"

The short, curious question was something to consider. While he had no illusions about the fact that she had seduced him, and would continue to do so, she didn't use her obvious sway over him to try to tempt him away from his work. She asked, watched him curiously but lazily, looking ready to drift off to sleep at a moment's notice. He glanced down at his phone, saw that the time was 2:30 am, and decided that he would be a lesser male if he allowed her to do that looking as she did right now. He set an alarm in his mind and set the now dark phone back on the desk before walking towards the bed.

"Done. For now."