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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:

"I've never really worked with anyone before, you understand. It goes with the territory. In the short term, other people have assisted me. Other agents from all agencies, my handlers, occasional teams or raid groups, short term working partners. They were always the means to an end for me. Tools in the field. I'm not talking about people like Chief Bogo, or Benjamin. I'm not a robot, I can certainly form friendships. But I never worked directly with them. Even those I have been assigned to protect in the past were just 'The Target' to me. Protect 'The Target' at all costs. Films and literature often romanticize this, of course, assuming that because an agent is willing to lay down their lives to protect someone that a romantic or at the very least sexual attachment is destined to form. Ah, if that were true I would have left a string of lovers behind twice as long as it already is.

"And a string of just as many bodies and failures."

(Three seconds of static)

"Officer Wilde and Officer Hopps were different from the start. They were annoying, for one thing."

(Muffled, feminine laughter)

"It's true. At first I had my doubts, of course. Professionalism is important, the ability to shelve emotions to get the job done, never get too attached. These were all things that I believed, and still believe the be true in most cases. People become sloppy when they are emotional. They lose focus on the final goal, they get distracted. Night Howler toxin aside, the need to keep Wilde calm aside, the pair of them were very easily distracted. Always deep in their own emotions, emotions that seemed to color almost everything that they did. I learned of Bogo's decision to allow them to remain partners, and some part of me was ready to advise him that they needed to be separated when on the job.

"I don't often change my mind, as is evident because I didn't simply turn Wilde over to the agency to remove the possible danger of sudden savage fits from the general population. I had never in my life or my career seen two people so wrapped up in one another that they couldn't even seem to focus on the fact that their world had been turned upside down. But it was because their world had been turned upside down that they held so tightly to each other. I didn't understand that at first. I also didn't understand the lengths they were willing to go to protect what they had, even as everyone else in the world seemed determined to take it away. Or how capable they both were of going those lengths, with or without my help."

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She held onto him tightly, her face huddled between his jaw and his neck so she could keep her ear pressed close to his throat, listening to the too fast beat of his heart as it slammed against his chest. She didn't know if it was the cause of his going savage, if heartrate or blood pressure triggered it, or if the same was the result of what was already happening due to anger, stress, or arousal. But she had learned the night before - every time they made love - that once his heartrate dropped below a certain number of beats per minute, she would see his eyes return to her Nick's eyes again. And she stopped herself again, even as she nuzzled the side of his throat with soft kisses that caused his rough breathing to even and his trembling muscles to calm. It was always _her _Nick. The stupid idea that there was some unfeeling difference and that Nick's exposure to Night Howler had been affecting his every decision for over forty-eight hours had been planted in her head because of what Jack said.

Even before he had... We had...

"You could have chosen a less dramatic way to explain this to me, Jack," she heard Bogo rumble, the cape buffalo sounding less than pleased as he slammed down into the chair behind his desk again.

She also heard the quick rhythm of her lover's heart very gradually start to slow.

"Yes, but I am not sure how much time we have at this point," came Jack's reply, and there was tension in his voice even if it was cool on the surface.

Just as there was tension in every aspect of the fox she held and stroked softly. A coiled spring ready to release, muscles quivering in anticipation under the surface of his fur. Not just tense and ready, but wanting to release. Wanting to strike at something. Slowly - too slowly for her - starting to relax as she hummed lightly into his fur. Not a song, or even a tune: just the gentle hum of her voice that she occasionally mixed with his name. It was different when she was the cause of it, when passion was the reason. She had learned it the night before because he was almost playful, eager for her, hungry to touch every inch of her and taste her and be inside of her. The flex and ripple of the muscles under his pelt had almost been intentional, like he was instinctively showing off to her, and every growl and snarl had been of pleasure or want. There had been no threat in any of it; only a sense of unrestrained, savage need.

This was very, very different. This was a male ready for war, ready to fight, to bleed and draw blood. Ready to kill.

"I was ready to kill him! I wanted to tear his throat out, and I was going to do it!"

The image of Nick's snarling muzzle covered in blood, fangs stained crimson, claws tearing at flesh and fur with eyes that didn't even remember who or what he was. This is what she could have found staring back at her if she had been only a few second later in reaching him that night. How far gone would he have been? How far gone could he be before there was nothing left of Nick for her to bring back?

The shiver raced through her as the thought brought a surge of fear that she had no way to stop, and she felt every inch of Nick suddenly go very still. The paws that had started to stroke her back rather than hold onto her possessively were still as his muscles locked, and he even stopped breathing for a second. She didn't need to raise her head to know that he was looking down at her now, had felt her shiver, and tried to cling to him when his chest rose and fell quickly as he sniffed the air. When she did raise her head to look up at him, she saw it instantly, and brightest even through the savage eyes: hurt. It was quickly followed by something a lot like the look he had given her when she had reached for the fox repellant so long ago, a sort of understanding self-reproach and pain. The fear was replaced by panic when his paws moved again, only this time they were firmly prying her away from him.

"No, Nick stop!" she cried, but a little too late. Even as she tried to cling to him, he managed to half pry half squirm free of her, leaving her sitting on her rear as he stormed out of the office with his tail slashing the air behind him. "It's not... Nick!"

She didn't even pay attention to Bogo or Jack as she stood and went after him. He was already on his way towards the back stairs before she cleared the door. "Nick, stop! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Don't lie to me, Carrots!" he snarled without looking back at her, his pacing increasing as he leaned forward into a run. "You reek of it! I can smell it all over you; I saw it in your eyes when you looked up at me! Just... Back off, I don't need you to lie to me again."

She felt another trickle of fear skitter down her spine when one of his front paws touched the ground. If he went onto all fours she knew she would never catch him. She pumped all of the speed she could into a few hard leaping strides and before he reached the door to the stairs, tackled him around the legs. He tried to get away again as they both crumbled to the floor, squirming as he clawed at the ground and tried to shove her away with his rear paws as he twisted his hips out of her grasp. They were an untidy tangle of limbs soon enough, before she managed to loop her arms around his knees and flip him over onto his back. Before he could rise or turn over again, she climbed over him and straddled his uniformed chest. Sat on it more like as she looked down at him. His only reaction was to turn slitted eyes away from her, his muzzle lying to the side as he refused to look at her.

"I'm not afraid if you," she panted, and when he tried to use his paws on her hips to lift her off, she snatched them away by the wrists and pinned them on either side of his head. Larger he might have been, but she had position and leverage on her side now; she used her weight and the grip of her thighs on his chest to hold them down even when he tried to pull them away. "Listen to me!"

"I did!" he half shouted, half snarled as he turned his gaze back to her. She could hear the hurt in his voice, and in his eyes even as he tried to bury it in the anger. "I listened to you last night, and in the rainforest, and every other time you've told me you're not afraid. And I know you don't want to be, I know, but it still hurt to look at you and see that fear so plain on your face."

"Of course I'm scared," she said softly, and felt a stab in her chest as the hurt in his eyes turned to anguish as clear as the fur on his face. "But I'm not scared of you, you dumb fox. I'm scared that I'm losing you! I'm terrified, all right? I've never seen anything like this, and we don't know what's going to happen. I didn't want to show it last night because you were scared enough for both of us, and I needed you to know that it wasn't going to change anything or change how much I love you. But you were so angry in the office..."

She trailed off as she was forced to control the hitch in her breathing, the tightness in her chest as her vision started to blur when her eyes met his. She felt him pull against her paws, trying to free them. Whether or not it was so he could run, she didn't care. She pushed them down with her weight and steeled herself as she continued.

"And you talked about wanting to kill the weasel, but even when I tried to calm you down like last night it didn't go away. You're so tense, even now. Like you're about to snap, and I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to bring you back," she said, her voice trembling as she looked down at him. He was looking at her in a way that made her want to give in; want to let him wrap her up and hold her close until everything was fine again, because that's what he looked like he wanted to do. But she had more to say. She took a few quick breaths, and struggled through. "And I'm afraid that it's true. That all of this - us - is only happening because you're under the influence of some mind altering drug that's slowly making you less and less Nick. Like I was in the Rain Forest. Would we ever have done that? Would we ever have reached this point if you weren't..."

She was cut off when he strained against her suddenly with a growl, ears pinned back as he strained against her grip suddenly. A body weakened by the struggle not to burst into tears in the middle of the ZPD couldn't really stop him when he finally shoved her paws up and broke free of her grip. It didn't frighten her when he rose up with her still on his chest, that growl still rumbling through him as she slid down until she plopped into his lap. Having no will to resist, she fell into him when he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, drawing her up and close against him as he all but swallowed her in an embrace that was as desperate as it was welcome. She curled into it so she could wrap her arms around his chest as she burrowed into the scent of her fox and the warmth of his arms, shutting out all other thoughts when she felt the light touch of his muzzle and lips on the top of her head.

"Dumb bunny," he said in a softer voice, the growl absent now as she felt one of his paws slide under her ears to the back of her neck. She easily melted into the touch, in part because she could still hear his heart beating too fast, and in part because just the size of his paws and how gentle he could be with her despite both of those factors made her want to give him everything. "I've known I was in love with you since Academy graduation day."

She was more than a little stunned, so much so that she did an instant-replay of his sudden and total stillness minutes before as she stared into the blue of his uniform shirt with wide eyes. Letting out a little, unbelieving laugh, she spoke in a little warble in her voice, " W-what? Nick, you can't be serious."

When she raised her eyes to him after a moment of silence had passed, she saw that his brow had dropped and he was giving her a bland, sardonic look that reminded her without question that this was her Nick, savage eyes and all. She squeezed her arms around him, and pressed her face into his chest to breathe his scent as she almost let herself break down into tears before he spoke.

"Do I look serious, Fluff?"

"You look very serious," she said with a small laugh, half of her trying to process what he had just admitted while the other half started to calm slowly. She kept her ears low and relaxed them when his paw moved from the back of her neck to slide down the length of one slowly, and then the other. The pleasant tingle it caused was more about the comfort of the action than anything else, and she turned to press her furry cheek into his chest with a slow, relaxed sigh before she spoke again. "That's a long time not to say anything, Nick."

"Not that long, once you get to be my age," he said, which she replied to with a soft snort and a slow rub of her cheek over his chest. She could feel his heart beat slowing now. Slowing, calming. "This can't come as a total surprise to you, Hopps. I said months. I was hugging my mother, feeling so good for making her proud of me, when I saw you standing there. This beautiful bunny with a soft smile and bright eyes, who looked just as happy; just as proud. And then mom was hugging you, and that was it. I knew I was in love. I just thought to myself 'You've got it made, Nick.' It was easy to think that even if it was just for that moment, or just for that day, I could let myself love you more than I deserved and you never needed to know. I even managed to convince myself later that it was just that going to be for that one fantastic day, and I was letting myself romanticize you. Of course that lasted until I got to work the next day, and there you were again. The feeling was back, unquestionable, until I realized that every day after that, it only got stronger."

"I'm not sure if this is making me feel better, or worse," she said, though she sighed contented as she snuggled into him further, if that were possible. His heartrate was almost normal again, almost where it needed to be. She listened, and loved the sound as much as she loved the feel of his paws still slowly caressing the length of her ears. Her own ran up and down his back comfortingly. "But I understand. Thank you for telling me, Nick."

Her ears twitched, along with her nose when she heard the fall of heavier paw pads coming up the stairs beyond the door. She inwardly cursed as she felt his heartrate increase instantly, and his paws grow still as he heard the same. Both pairs of eyes turned as the door opened to see the high pointed ears and grey fur of the fully uniformed wolf step out, looking around. Ears perked instantly when he saw them, surprise and then delight crossing his muzzle before he started in their direction without hesitation. She could even see the sly little smile that curved his muzzle, probably thinking he had just caught them in the act of sneaking a quick make-out session in the open.

"You two, have got to be insane doing that so close to Bogo's office," he started, waggling a finger at them as he took a few steps closer.

And the closer he got, the faster Nick's heart raced. She felt the low growl rise in his chest as the other officer came towards them, and she very nearly screamed at Wolford to leave before his eyes widened when they settled on Nick's face. His eyes. Maybe even the snarl that she could almost feel forming as his body tensed and his hackles rose to make him look larger as he started to scramble away from the threat the larger predator posed. Likely to her.

"Oh fuck me," Wolfard exclaimed as he instantly reached to his duty belt for the paw tranquilizer they all carried. "Hopps, just... Stay calm. It's going to be fine. Try not to make any sudden moves."

"No, no stop! It's fine!" she exclaimed as she lifted her head from Nick's chest, her paws placed on his shoulders as she was dragged back. "Nick, it's fine. It's Wolford. Say 'hello' to Wolford so he knows you're you while he puts the damned tranq away. Now."

The last was said with a glare over her shoulder at the wolf, who was looking uncertain and more than a little stunned as his paw hesitated with the tiny wand of Tranq-All already between two fingers. Looking uncertainly between the two of them, one of whom he had already decided was a savage about to eat her, it wasn't until Nick managed to speak that he nearly jumped out of his uniform with a literal yelp escaping him as he released the tranquilizer and let it fall to the floor.

"Hello, Wolford." It was likely the combination of the words, and the snarl they came with that caused the reaction from the wolf. But the defensive stance did ease slightly once the tranquilizer was removed from the picture, though Judy was very aware of the fact that he was turning his body to put himself between her and what he saw as the threat.

"Wolford, it's fine," she said again as she kept one arm tightly looped around Nick's chest as the other reached up to stroke between his pinned ears. "It's... Complicated, to say the least. But we're fine. Nick's just being protective, aren't you, Nick? Who's a big, handsome, overly protective fox?"

Nick's eyes snapped to her when she used a cutesy voice, and she had to bite back the sudden laugh that threatened to bubble up at the insult she saw on his face, savage or not.

"Sorry, sorry," she finally said, covering her muzzle with one paw as he continued to look at her like she was as insane as he was. A long snort escaped her, which ended in a laugh at the complete craziness of the situation and his reaction to something as silly as being talked to like a kit. "I won't do that again, I promise."

"Protective? Right. Uh, protective." Wolford, for his part she noticed, was calmed by the laughter far more than Nick was. He was also lowering himself into a crouch, his ears drawn back fully, his lips pulled slightly up to show his teeth in what she wouldn't have called a snarl, and most surprising to her, his tail tucking between his legs. Even she knew what that meant. She also noticed that while Nick was staring at the larger predator intently, Wolford was keeping his gaze lowered. Not away, just... Not looking directly at the near-savage fox, and avoiding looking at her at all. She was surprised; the entire show made Wolford seem smaller, compact, and submissive.

The effect on Nick was instant and surprising. The tension started to leave his body, and while she wouldn't have called the change in his stance relaxed, he did ease back on his grip and settled to sit on the ground again. She found herself pulled around in front of him, and drawn into his lap where he rested his head on top of hers as he kept his eyes on the wolf. She recognized the stance, and settled back against him, accepting the fact that he was staking a claim on her in the eyes of the other male.

"Thanks," Nick said, surprising her with the calm, almost normal tone of his voice. She turned her head slightly to press her ear against his chest, listening to the beats. Slower, slower. Now dropping even more quickly than before. She would have guessed it was because it wasn't anger anymore, just an instinctive reaction to the presence of another predator. She listened to it with her eyes closed, as she listened to Nick continue. "Yeah, like Carrots said, it's complicated, Wolford buddy."

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They had followed the pair past the door, but once Hopps had tackled Wilde and managed to restrain him, Jack held Bogo back as they watched the goings on from a distance. Jack's high set ears could catch every word they spoke, even after the fox was calmed enough for them to lower their voices. Every loving, sweet, sappy word of it. Perhaps the worst of it was that he actually found it touching when Wilde recounted his falling in love to the lovely bunny to assure her that his current mental state was not the cause for his feelings. Something that he admitted was his fault.

Getting soft, Jack. Ugh, they're so... Sweet. In a terrifying, edge of your seat, Lamb and The Lion way that makes me want to scream, but still sweet. I'm going to need therapy after this.

"It seems she can calm him even when he doesn't want her to calm him," he said in a low tone to Bogo, who was watching the scene with an obvious discomfort written all over his scarred face. Jack chuckled when he glanced up and saw the look. "They're in a public place, Bogo. It's not like you broke into her apartment while they were being intimate like I did last night."

"You did _what?" _the Cape Buffalo said, making the rabbit cover his mouth to muffle the next chuckle at the look of shock on his face.

"Yes. I needed to confirm that he could be contained, if only by her," he explained, and shrugged when the Chief frowned down at him unhappily. "Rest assured, it was exactly as awkward as you would expect and in no way what I would call a shining moment in my career. And if it helps your tender sensibilities, she punched me in the nose, after he threatened to eat me."

The satisfied grunt from the larger mammal said it all, and Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned his attention back towards the odd couple. Calmer now. He was holding her, speaking softly, his breathing normal, ears high, facing looking content. A quick look at his eyes when they opened for a moment confirmed that he still had not reached the point where he could be considered normal again, but he doubted it would be long before it came at this point. By his estimate, based on how long it took in the room, once he was calm and sure that there was no danger to her, it would take five minutes. Maybe six. It had been three, so he waited patiently with the large buffalo waiting far less patiently behind him.

The waiting was interrupted when the fox and bunny both tensed, first her because she clearly heard something from the stairwell, and then the fox, far more dramatically when the wolf appeared. Jack didn't know the officer's name, but he was pretty sure that in Wilde's eyes, his name was simply Predator. A predator that was soon very close to him and his bunny, prompting exactly the response Jack would have expected: a feral series of warning sounds, followed by a quick retreat with Hopps well in paw. Jack felt more than saw Bogo start to move forward, and when he glanced up he saw the raised hoof.

"Wait," he said before the Chief could call out. Blue eyes narrowed and high striped ears twitched as he focused on the conversation taking place, even as the wolf reached for the Tranqu-All. "She'll keep him calm. Let's see how this plays out."

His voice drifted off as he watched the wolf submit himself to the smaller predator, which was something of a surprise. Even civilized as they were, wolves were generally not intimidated by smaller _anything, _much less foxes. But he realized that the movements of the wolf were not quick and frightened, they were steady and respectful. He was trying it to calm the situation. Canines were canines, and wolves were among the most social of the different types found in Zootopia. They understood body language, social cues, and non-verbal communication more than most, even if they had the tendency to howl at a moment's notice. Jack watched Nick with avid interest, and was pleasantly surprised to see the snarl relax from his muzzle within a matter of seconds. The tension seemed to drain from him, his ears perked towards the wolf, and he drew Hopps into his lap facing the other male.

And then he called him 'buddy.' Jack had never heard of Wilde calling any of the other officers buddy, likely because he still felt like an outsider from what the rabbit could tell. With a glance at the wolf, he saw the tip of the tucked tail give a little wiggle and the strained muzzle of the larger predator relax into a relieved little smile. Then the three of them started to chat as if Nick wasn't watching him through the eyes of a savage, and the tension that had been there moments before seemed to dissipate.

"Chief," Jack began without taking his watchful blues off of the three of them. "I'm afraid I might need to ask for another one of your officers."

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"Damn," Wolford said after a long moment of silence. They hadn't told him everything, of course. They weren't even sure if they were supposed to tell him anything, but at the moment, even as he calmed down, Nick wasn't really giving two happy shits what he wasn't supposed to tell. "So she keeps you calm, and you don't go savage? Or fully savage?"

"Bingo," Nick said, nuzzling his nose into the fur between her relaxed ears and letting his eyes fall closed. Wolford didn't _feel _like a threat anymore, which he took as a good sign, so he allowed himself and his grip on Judy to relax as he breathed in the sweet, cleanly feminine scent of her.

"So," the wolf said, drawing out the 'o' a bit as he looked between them with ears that were now perked with interest, though his tail remained tucked and his stance low. "You two are more than just... Eh, playmates? I mean, it doesn't look that way from where I'm sitting. And I can't imagine that just any vixen could come in and calm you down. And you know you can tell me to shut up anytime, because I probably shouldn't be talking about vixens at all!"

Giving a little snort, Nick lifted his muzzle and looked down at Judy with a playful smirk curling his muzzle. "What do you think, Carrots? Are we 'just playmates'?"

Violet eyes raised to meet his, one of her brows quirking up at the question. And he laughed when she socked him in the shoulder hard enough to make it ache before she dropped her head back on his chest and leaned into him again.

"You do realize that hitting me might not be an effective way to calm me down," he said, his tone mildly playful as he rubbed his paws from her shoulders to her elbow in a slow caress.

"You are calm now," she said almost absently, her eyes falling closed. She looked tired now, in a way that he wasn't sure he had ever seen her look tired. "Your eyes are normal again."

"Oh," he said as he looked around with a slow blink of green eyes to look at the world around him. He ignored the fact that the Chief and Jack were watching them from a distance, and just took a moment to realign his mind to seeing the world in full color again. He licked his teeth with a light clicking sound before he turned his gaze back to Wolford. "You know, that should be the first thing I notice. But no, you're right on the nose. I am a kept fox."

Nick watched the wolf's reaction. He told himself that he was ready for every reaction every time someone learned about his relationship with Judy and how deep it ran. And he didn't exactly expect negative from the wolf. If anything, the wolf had seemed genuinely pleased when he had been given the news that they were lovers. And the reaction seemed to carry forward on hearing the news that lovers was not all they were as the long muzzle curved into a grin and dark eye lit up as he slapped his knee.

"I knew it! That's great, you two," he said, as both Nick and Judy stared at him now with open surprise. Acceptance maybe, but the happy exuberance that their normally calm co-worker showed was more than either of them expected. Seeming to notice this, Wolford, with his tail now uncurled and wagging behind him, continued. "I mean, come on. You have to admit that it's pretty amazing. You're a fox, and she's a bunny, _Wilde. _Teaching acceptance in Zootopia or not, I don't think I ever heard of another bunny having a fox as a friend, much less a mate. And I thought it was impressive when you two first showed up as partners! She must trust the hell out of you."

Yes, it was silly in his mind. Yes, it was unexpected. But Nick couldn't control the warm feeling of pleasure that spread through him at hearing the words from someone else's muzzle. Which left him feeling stupid again for the scene a few minutes before. A feeling which only got worse when he felt his partner turn her head to rest her cheek against his chest, one eye looking up at him as he glanced down at her.

"All right, you three," came Jack's voice, which was enough to kill the mood. Almost. Nick rolled his eyes a bit as he turned his now frowning muzzle towards the striped rabbit in the black and white street wear. Who the hell wore a white jacket with black pants and shirt outside of a wedding party anyway? "We have places to go and Night Howler toxins to find, but we won't find them sitting around hugging and singing Kumbaya all day. Pleasure to meet you, Wolford, I'm Jack."

Nick wasn't sure if he was more surprised by the fact that Jack had actually identified himself as Jack right off, the fact that the rabbit had said 'you three' which he picked up on immediately, or the fact that his partner let out a titter of laughter when he mentioned singing Kumbaya. Grumbling on the inside, the fox helped his partner up as the agent and Wolford shook paws. "You said 'you three', Jack."

"Wolford will be going with you, Wilde," Bogo said, drawing his gaze up to the massive mammal. "And I do expect to see paperwork for these transfers by the end of the day, Jack. I won't have any of my officers dropping off the grid."

"Of course, of course," Jack said as he walked over to the Chief. "You'll have all of their papers this afternoon. It was good to see you again, Bogo. Again, I am sorry for the trouble and the mix up about my not-so unfortunate demise."

"Just take care of my officers," the Chief rumbled, folding his arms over his chest and looked down to give the rabbit a look that would have withered any officer's whiskers. "I don't like this, Jack. Any of it. And I'll hold you personally responsible if anything goes wrong."

"I expect nothing less," the rabbit replied, and then waved his arms towards the three officers as he started towards the stairs. "Come on, then. If you have any fish to feed or appointments to keep let me know, Wolford. We'll have them taken care of for you until things settle down. We'll get the three of you civilian clothes once we get to our first stop."

Nick stood to follow, feeling a bit of pity for the poor wolf who looked a little staggered by the sudden reassignment. He looked to Nick for help, or answers, or maybe just a pat on the back. Nick could only shrug as he fell into step beside Judy, a frown curving his muzzle as he forced his ears to remain upright. At least partly.

"Do we at least get a luxury car for the trip? Something cushy," he imagined as he spread his arms and lifted his head in a grand gesture. "A limo would be nice. Something where we sit in the back sipping fine liquor while you sit in the front. That way, we can close the privacy glass in your face when you start talking too much."

Jack merely chuckled as they made their way down the stairs, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his cell phone to make a call that was instantly connected.

"Put her down on the ZPD track," he said without missing a step as he turned them in that direction. "We'll be there in three minutes. You're not afraid of heights, are you Wilde?"

You've got to be kidding me, _Nick thought with an internal groan as they followed their new boss, who gave one cheerful wave to Clawhauser on their way out the back. _Stupid bunny spies.