(Warning: The chapter is really dark. Torture and violence will be here)

A crash was heard across the apartment.

"R-Rocket.. calm down." Lance advised the raccoon as he threw the lid off the container that held his guns.

"How the fuck am I supposed to 'calm down'? Huh?? I-I'm fucking.. I'm supposed to.. protect her! You know? And that red FUCK has her.. and I let him.. I let him go Lance.." Rocket's voice when to a quiet hush as he finished his words, crumpling down to quiet sobs as he was brought to his knees in sorrow.

It was odd for Lance to see his partner show so much emotion but yet again, he had only known him for 2 and a half days, he did have a knack for reading people.

"You see. He won't hurt her if you show up, right?" the leopard gestured to the note scattered on the floor, "I mean, I know you're scared but honestly you.. just have to stay strong.. for Judy"

Rocket's tear smeared eyes peered up to leopard, a tiny smile placed on his face, "Y-yeah.. Thanks bud."

They shared a look as Rocket gathered his things and started to plan out how the exchange would go, even if it did end fatally, which was his least favorite part.

3rd Person POV, with Nick and Judy

"Man I really hope this fucker shows up! Been too damn long since I've had a good challenge, you know?" the sly fox asked rhetorically.

Judy's ears dipped, she knew what Nick wanted, and she knew Rocket would come anyway he could.

"Why did you have to take me?" Her voice was hoarse as her throat burned from the screams and crying as Nick hit her again.

"Because, my furry friend, Rocket would bring his fuck buddies and would mess up this entire situation up!" Nick's tone was drastic and chaotic, some might call it crazy.

Judy closed her eyes and a tear ran down her cheek, she knew he'd come, but when was the question she kept repeating in her mind.

With Rocket and Lance

The car screamed across the road, making black marks whenever the raccoon needed to turn.

"Rocket, slow down!"

"The fuck you telling me to slow down? You know how much this means to me!"

"You need to calm down! I know this has all gone to shit but he said 8:00 tomorrow."

Rocket contemplated this for a moment, before slamming on the brakes, slightly pushing Lance to hit his head on the console.

"Ow!" Lance's breathing hitched

The raccoon's eyes shot wide, unsure whether or not this would cause Lance to go apeshit again.

"Lance.. I'm sor-"

"I'm fine."

Rocket's face fell as Lance lost his chipper sort of talking and said those 2 words like he was reading them off a cue card, no emotion. So, the two sat in silence for a second, until Lance turned to Rocket.

"Let's go home. Regroup."

"Okay." The brown furry's eyes were showing of hurt, and he turned the car around and went back to the apartment.

With Judy and Nick

*SLAM*

"Stop! Please!" The hoarse rabbit tried to persuade Nick to stop hitting her with the pipe. The same pipe Rocket was hit with, sickeningly with his blood stained on it.

"If you would stop fucking lying to me!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?"

Nick chuckled and grabbed the top of Judy's head, and stared right into her bruised face.

"I will repeat it. I need all your information on my case and how much you know. This is why I need Rocket dead. He is the only one who was alive to see me in Foxville."

"I-I have files at home AH-!" Judy was cut off by Nick driving a claw into her shoulder.

"ROCKET-!" Judy's voice echoed throughout the warehouse, for nobody to hear as Nick clocked her in the head with the pipe, knocking her out.

With Rocket and Lance (an hour later)

The apartment was quiet, Rocket didn't want to talk, Lance wasn't even all there, mumbling about as he stared at a notepad, writing on it periodically.

"Whatcha writing?" Rocket sniffed and looked back down to the note he read a hundred times over and over.

No response.

A sigh escaped the raccoon as he walked to the counter, getting a glass of water, filling it.

"Humphries." This was the first thing Lance said in around an hour.

"What?"

"Humphries. The street."

"What about it?"

"C'mere."

Rocket gulped his water and strode over to where Lance was.

"There's a warehouse on Humphries, and going through the old records, the same one he used to do 'work'" he used his paws to put air quotes around the word work.

"Yeah?"

"Well, it was also the same one he captured you at, way back then. And reports just came in for weird activity. Screaming and breaking shit... oh."

Lance turned to see Rocket speechless. His eyes were glossy and hands shaking.

"He.. hurt her?"

"I-I don't know. I hope not."

Rocket crumpled and fell to the floor, sobbing and shaking.

"I failed her. I told her I'd protect her. I'm just a stupid thing that doesn't-"

Lance then wrapped his arms around Rocket, shushing him and comforted him, patting the raccoon on the back.

"She'll be okay. We just have to wait. You can do this."

(Sorry for this LATE update. I've had some insane writers block. I'm so sorry and I swear I'll update more.)