Kinda sorta inspired by @judylavernehopps‘s post here.

Contains some strong language and suggestive sin.

The light came on with a click, and Eddie Highspott winced at its harshness. He tried to shade his eyes with a paw, but found them unable to reach that high, stopped by a force that dug into his wrists. Looking down, he saw that he was cuffed to the table he had been seated at only a second ago.



“Wh-Whuh?” he stammered. “How did you-”



“My partner’s got quick feet,” came a voice from beyond the light. “Didn’t want you trying anything funny.”

“Your partner…?” Eddie squinted, trying to adjust his eyes, and slowly the form of the voice’s owner took shape.



The fox sitting across from Eddie had his legs crossed and propped up on the table, so that his feet were practically in Eddie’s face. He stretched his arms and folded his paws behind his head as he leaned back in his seat. Using the heel of his foot to teeter the chair back and forth on its back legs, he gave Eddie a sly grin, his half-lidded green eyes regarding the hyena with humor.

“She’s over there,” he said, nodding to Eddie’s right. “Say ‘Hi,’ Fluff.”



“Fluff” did not say “Hi,” but Eddie was introduced to her very well anyway, as he needed only to turn his head a fraction before realizing that his face was perhaps two inches away from that of a rabbit’s. Like the fox, she was seated with one leg crossed over the other, but instead of being seated at the end of the table, she had chosen to rest on what looked to be a sizable stack of textbooks, positioned just next to the hyena on the table. Hence, the reason she was close enough to startle him when his head turned.



“Jeez, lady!” he cried, flinching back as far as his cuffs would allow. Looking the bunny up and down, however, he felt his confidence return almost immediately. With a smirk, he said, “What, is this a joke?”



“Mm, afraid not, Eddie,” the fox said, sitting up straight. “See, you’re here because Officer Hopps and I need some information on the little vandalism problem that’s been troubling the fine folks living in your neighborhood.” He reached to his right and slid a manila folder in front of Eddie. “I’m gonna show you a few pictures, and all you have to do is answer my questions for me. Then, we’ll let you go. Sound easy?”



“What pictures?” the hyena grunted, not bothering to even question how the fox knew his name. His eyes flickered to the bunny on the book stack every few seconds. Her eyes stayed glued to him, and the glare she wore on her face, despite being that of a bunny, began to unnerve him.

The fox flipped the folder open and spread out several pictures in front of Eddie. He pointed at the first one, a shot of a graffiti-ridden wall. He tapped on the corner of the photo, indicating the image of Eddie himself, leaning against the wall. He asked, “This is you, right?”

Eddie sneered at the fox and replied without looking at the photo, “I don’t know. Picture’s blurry.”

The bunny beside him coughed to get his attention, but before she could do anything else, the fox held up a paw to stop her.

“Easy, Carrots, I’ve got this.”



At this, the hyena snorted. “’Carrots?’” he repeated, letting out a wheezing chortle. “You call her ‘Carrots?’”



“That’s right, Eddie, I do. Only I do.” He gestured to the next photo. “Now, if you could-”



But Eddie wouldn’t let it go. “What kind of a name is ‘Carrots?’”



“The nickname kind of name, the kind that friends like to use for one another, and trust me, bud, you and Carrots here are definitely not friends, so I’d suggest you quit it with the yucks and help me figure out what’s going on in these photos we’ve got here-”



“I ain’t helping you with any pictures, Fox.” Eddie leaned back, giving the fox a slimy grin. “And I sure ain’t helping your little bunny, either.”



The fox stared at him for a moment, looking more bored than annoyed with his uncooperative behavior. Then he sighed and slid the pictures back into the folder.

“Alright, listen,” he said, pulling the folder away from Eddie and towards himself. He leaned forward, paws folded on top of the folder, and continued, “There’s a lot we need to get through, and I don’t have the time to play any games, so I’ll make you a deal. You give me the info that I know you know, and she’ll stop doing it.”



Eddie frowned. “Doing what?”

The fox smiled, and his eyes flickered to the bunny. Without uttering a word, she uncrossed her legs, raised one of them up, and, channeling all of her strength into her leg muscles, brought it down against the back of Eddie’s head, slamming his muzzle into the unyielding metal of the table with a loud crunch.

The hyena yelped as pain exploded in his nose and through the whole of his face. His vision flashed pure white, then fizzled out into splotches of dull colors before the world around him came back into view. He reached up to massage his muzzle and check to see what damage the bunny had done, only to find himself yanked by the collar of his jean jacket so that he and his attacker were face-to-fearful face. Staring into her fiery violet eyes, he felt something deep in his gut that he’d never believed a bunny would have inspired in him: pure, primal terror.

“Listen here, you punk,” the bunny snarled. “If you think I give even a single shit what you think or feel, then you are dead fucking wrong. I see fuckwads like you in here every day, thinking they’ve got their lives all figured out before they’re even done with high school, when really the moment they don’t have any mommies or daddies to go back home to once it’s dark out they’re nothing but a blubbering mess of tears and failure. You think you can just come in here and disrespect me and my partner, you’ve got another fucking thing coming!” She yanked him closer, so close that their noses were practically touching. “Now listen here, you little shit, you’re going to hear what my partner has to say. You’re going to shut your fucking mouth and you’re not going to open it unless you’re fucking spoken to, and if I decide, or my partner decides, that what you tell us isn’t fucking good enough, then Jesus Capybara as my witness I will fucking end you. Do you understand me?”



Eddie’s head went on vibrate, and she shoved him back into his seat, snarling, “Good.” She stood there, breathing hard, glaring at him like she might still try to tear him limb from limb. For a second, her breathing and the low hum of the table lamp were the only sounds in the room. Then the fox blurted:

“Judy, holy crap, that was amazing!”



The bunny turned, and suddenly the fierce, dominating warrior that had been towering over Eddie was gone, replaced by an adorable, bouncing bunny who squeaked, “Really, Nick?”

“Yeah, really!” The fox had changed as well, his cool demeanor replaced with that of a child who had just met his lifelong hero for the first time.

“Are you sure?” asked Judy, tugging on her ear and looking down at the desk. “Because I kind of thought I did a little too much cursing that time-”



Nick waved his hands and shook his head. “No no, babe, you were so good! Even I was a little scared of you!”



Judy blushed, wrung her paws together, and smiled at the fox. “Aww, Nicky…”

Then she bounced over to him and kissed him on the lips.

Eddie was confused.

“What.” He squinted at them, trying to understand what was happening. When they pecked their lips together again, his eyes went wide. “Wait a minute.” He did his best to point an accusatory claw at them, tugging at the chain of his cuffs. “You’re that pred-prey couple that stopped those animals going savage!”



“Hah! Told you he’d get it, Carrots!” Nick laughed. “Looks like somebunny owes me tomorrow morning’s coffee.” He tapped a finger on the bunny’s nose, making her pout at him.



Judy rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “Fine, you win.” Her pout dissolved into a sugary smirk. “But you know I would have gotten it for you anyway, sweetheart.”

He gave her a dopey smile, resting his head in his paws. “Yeah, I know, hun-bun.”

They touched their noses together, giggling, and Eddie gagged.

“Jee-zus, that’s disgusting!” he snarled, trying to edge away from the affectionate pair.



“Mm, maybe for you,” Nick hummed, nuzzling Judy’s neck. “I think it’s pretty nice.”



“How can you two even stomach looking at each other?” the hyena cried. “You’re, like, mortal enemies, or whatever!”



“Nick and I? Gosh, no,” Judy said. “I mean, we did kind of get off on the wrong foot when we met…” She snuggled against Nick, smiling into his neck as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “…but once I knew it was true love, I just couldn’t ever stay mad at him!”



“Aw,” Nick cooed, bending his neck so he could nuzzle her forehead with his muzzle. “Love you too, babe.”



Something in Eddie’s stomach curdled, and he spat, “How are you even allowed to be cops when you do shit like this?”

“Hmph!” Judy put her paws on her hips. “I’ll have you know you’re speaking to the two best officers in the entire ZPD.”



“She’s got ya there, Eddie,” Nick agreed, leaning forward and resting his head atop Judy’s. “And wouldn’t you know it, us being together is the whole reason why we’re the very best. Although, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t entirely because this little fluff-ball keeps me going every day…” He squeezed her hips, making her giggle.

“Nicky…”



“And hey,” he added, “just because we’re on duty doesn’t mean I can’t take a few seconds out of the day for this.”

He leaned down and started planting butterfly kisses up and down her neck and face. Judy responded by bursting into a fit of giggles, almost causing her to fall onto her back as Nick carried out his onslaught of affection.

“Eee! Nick, stop it!” she squealed, trying to push the fox’s muzzle away to no avail. She nearly stumbled into the lamp beside them before Nick pulled her into an embrace and they both cuddled against one another, giggling.



The gooey display made something in the back of Eddie’s brain snap, and he dragged his claws across his face, groaning, “Enough. Just let me go already! Whatever you need, I’ll do it, as long as I can get the hell away from this place!”

Nick’s ear twitched, and he did his best to stifle his laughter. “Sounds like a plan to me, Eddie. We’ll just go ahead and bring in our other officers who are working on this case. They’ve got the rest of the evidence you can help them with.”

Eddie grinned hysterically. “Yes, please! Send someone else in!”



“Alright, alright, don’t get too excited.” Nick stood up, and pulled Judy into his arms, setting her off giggling again. “C’mon, babe, let’s go get McHorn and Delgato in here.” He nuzzled the tips of their noses together, and headed for a large door at their end of the room, carrying her bridal style. She looked back at Eddie over his shoulder and gave a small wave.

“Bye!” she sang, giving a beaming, gushy smile that made him wish she was still threatening to murder him.



Nick opened the door and stepped out into the hallway beyond the interrogation room. The moment the door shut, he let Judy slide out of his arms and back onto the floor. She straightened herself out and dusted off her uniform as Nick turned to look at the rhino and lion sitting a few feet away from them.

“There you go, boys,” he said, slipping a pair of sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and putting them on. “He’s all ready for ya.”



“He really is,” McHorn said, staring at a monitor showing the inside of the interrogation room. “I think you might have driven him insane. He’s laughing alone in there.”



“Geez, and I thought I was good at scaring dumb teenagers,” Delgato murmured, scratching his jaw.



“Sorry it took so long,” Judy interjected. “Nick was being a little greedy with the ‘cuddle time.’” She made air quotes with her fingers and nodded at the fox beside her.



“Don’t act like you don’t love it when I do that,” he replied.

“Take those sunglasses off, we’re inside,” she retorted. “Dumb fox.”



Nick merely chuckled before flipping the sunglasses up onto his forehead.

“How did you know that’d work?” Delgato asked, leaning back in his seat.



“It always does, with these kinds of criminals,” Judy answered. “All it takes is a simple search through records, see whether or not their crimes have any sort of focus on predator-prey relationships, and you go from there.” She pointed to the monitor. “The kid’s graffiti was always anti-interspecific rhetoric, so all we needed was a little predator-prey affection right in his face, and he’s an open book.”



McHorn smirked at the bunny. “Must be the easiest job in the world, showing off your boyfriend to get criminals talking.”

Both Nick and Judy snorted at this.

“Yeah right,” Nick chuckled.



“We hate it when couples act all mushy in front of others,” Judy explained. “It’s annoying.”



“You have no idea how hard it is for me to say the phrase ‘hun-bun’ with a straight face.”



“We wouldn’t be caught dead actually saying that garbage to each other.”



They both laughed, and so didn’t notice the look and smirks exchanged between McHorn and Delgato.

“Sure, Hopps,” the latter replied. “Good work, you two.”



“Yeah, we really appreciate it,” McHorn chimed in.



“Hey, no problem, boys,” Nick said, turning to leave. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a lunch break to enjoy. C’mon, ‘babe.’”



Judy snorted again and teased, “Sure thing, ‘Nicky.’” She turned to McHorn and asked, “If you guys need any more help on this case, just give me a call, okay?”

McHorn rolled his eyes and smiled. “Yeah, yeah, Hopps, we will.” He held out his fist for Judy to bump. “Have a good lunch.”



Her paw met his, and she thanked him. Then she walked off with Nick, down the hall and around a corner at its end.

They headed towards the stairs that lead back up to the main floor of the department. As they walked, Judy considered their little interrogation method, and said, “You know, I still think the cursing’s a little excessive. Not sure why I have to do it that way every time when the important part’s the flirting.”

Nick adjusted his sunglasses on his forehead. “Mm? Oh, you don’t have to every time. I just think you’re hot when you’re angry.”

She shot him a dirty look, but couldn’t help smirking at his admission. “And the cursing?”

“Reminds me of our weekends together.”



Judy’s face turned a violent shade of crimson, and she turned away so he wouldn’t see it, bringing up a paw to scratch at a fake itch on her cheek. A plethora of memories bubbled up in her mind, and she chastised herself for letting him get to her so easily. She cleared her throat and turned back to retort at Nick, but when she looked at him she found him staring at her already, and it made her hesitate. He took the opportunity to flash her his fangs in a smile and wink, and the warmth that flooded her body at that moment disconnected any wires in her brain that allowed her to form a multiple-word sentence. Instead, she laughed, lamely and nervously, and the two officers continued towards the stairs in silence.

“…Wanna quickie in the records office before we go get lunch?” Nick asked.



“Oh my god, yes,” Judy breathed, and grabbed his paw in hers, yanking him down a hall towards their awaiting secret space.

