“If Bogo hears that we were here, I’m blaming you, Carrots.” Judy rolls her eyes and shoves Nick playfully from the driver's seat. “When has he stopped me from chasing a good lead before? Besides, you aren’t scared, are you?” “No. I mean, by all accounts, you should be scared, because this wasn’t my idea.” Stretching, Nick puts his feet up on the dash, lazy grin coming over his face. “I’m clean as a whistle.” “Hmm, I don’t think so! I distinctly remember someone aiding and abetting me in this car, and let’s see...oh, wait! You’re the only other one here!” She smugly glances at him before returning her eyes to the road. “We’re going down together. Besides, he can’t be too mad. It’s still technically part of our case.” “It’s a stretch, but sure, …show more content…
After a few quiet minutes, they park on the side of the street and take the nearest lift up. Their target is a jewelry store--more specifically, a thief who has robbed two jewelry stores already, and is likely heading for this one next. The only thing is, Wolford and Grizzoli are supposed to be in charge of combing the Rainforest District, not him and Judy, which she has put to the wayside. But since when has he ever cared about getting in trouble? He could smooth talk his way out of it, and she could twitch her cute little nose and spout something about making the world a better place when Bogo confronted them. She is ZPD’s golden girl, after all. Nick knows he’s just thinking of all the possible ways it could go wrong, and that it’s highly unlikely that they’ll fail, especially with Just being as competent as she …show more content…
“No, no no no no no,” he frantically mutters, trying to stay the crimson welling up out of all her wounds. He can feel the bones in her frame against his, slender, fragile, and a multitude of them pressing against or through her skin in sharp fragments. Eyes staring glassily somewhere above him, her breaths come in and out so fast that the twitching of her nose almost becomes a blur. “Hopps. Hopps. Stay with me. Come on, come on, we can do this.” Ears flattened, he looks up at animals who stand in the dark around him, watching with apathy as his Judy bleeds dark stains on the blue of his uniform. “WILL SOMEBODY CALL FOR HELP?!” It’s as if his bark is nothing more than a whisper that falls on deaf ears; their eyes hold no understanding, let alone compassion. “SOMEBODY?!” When no response comes, he hunches back over his partner, fur bristling in a protective line along his back. “Hey. Hey. It’s going to be okay, alright? You didn’t come this far just to have it all taken away from you, alright? C’mon, I’ll just take you mys--” As he moves to cradle her, she lets out a high whimper of pain. “Hey! No no no no, hey, it’s okay, I’m going to get you to help! It’s--” Again, he moves, and she cries out, one paw clenching hard onto his sleeve. “No, shh sh sh sh sh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,