(Lance's Place)

There he was. Dead. The kid was decorated on the floor, sporting a new wound through his heart. Lance's breath shook with slight fear in what he had done as Rocket's voice cracked as he dialed 911.

"S-so what do.. we do now?" the leopard asked, now shaking with paranoia, thoughts rambling.

"We just called the cops, they'll get here, we'll leave, he aggressed first, the evidence says so." Rocket answered blankly, no visible emotion shown on his face.

"Why?! He just.. died!"

The raccoon's annoyance came back, gripping his muzzle with 2 fingers, 1 separated on each side, "You're young, alright? Let me give you some good advise, yeah?" his eyebrow raised, asking for verification to continue further, to which Lance nodded, "Your life is in danger, or someone you love is in danger? You protect them, any means necessary, you hear?"

"Y-yeah, I do."

Rocket's paw rested on Lance's shoulder, a warm smile plastered on his face, "Look, I'm sorry this happened, it's just somethin you gotta get used to."

This assurance cheered the leopard up a little, smiling a bit, nodding, then walking to the door.

"Let's go."

The two then departed the house and got into Rocket's car, driving to his and Judy's place, since Lance's became a crime scene with that fox rug in the living room.

"How did you find all this shit about the case?" Rocket asked the leopard, filled with odd curiosity.

"I was thinking of the fact that Nick was put all over the place on the news after the death of Janet, and overall the fact that nobody really called in or had info, so I decided to check out reports on his old credit cards and assassin history.  I found a trail of old places he lived and found a motel he stayed in 4 times last month, right before he canceled the credit card."

Rockets eyes widened, smirking, "good job partner"

The pair shared a smile, as the car they were in entered the street containing the raccoon's home. Parking, and entering the apartment.

"Judes! I'm home." Rocket called out.

There was no response. Rocket's stomach dropped, ears going low. He sprinted around the rooms, nervousness rising in his mind, finding nothing but a piece of paper left on the bed, and a broken window.

"Hey, long time no see. Since I can't be bothered to go to prison with all those fucks. I'm taking some insurance. Meet me in the Zootopian plaza at 8:00 tomorrow night. Come unarmed, and your little bunny will be fine. And the little one inside of her too.
-best wishes
Nick."

(AN: Sorry about the wait. I apologize for it. I promise l'll get a new chapter in soon)