ZPD Headquarters 7:00 AM

Rocket hummed the tune to "The Phoenix" as he strode into the building, sipping on his thermos filled with black coffee.

"Rocket! How's Judy?" Clawhauser asked cheerfully.

"Oh, she's good! Sick as a dog but other than that, she's good," Rocket answered truthfully before noticing Bogo walking over to him, holding a case file in his hand.

"Before I give you this, I need to see you in my office," Bogo stated, tilting his head to his office, as he headed towards said office, the raccoon following oddly close behind, slightly confused.

Once inside, Bogo closed the door, and instructed Rocket to sit, the raccoon couldn't help but notice the leopard sitting next to him.

"This is Lance, he will be your case partner until Hopps is ready to come back," Bogo said.

"Oh, ok, hello my name is.."

"Rocket yes I know, you have solved every crime you've had, it is quite an honor to be apart of your team, I will say you do it a little passive, odd for your type of mammal," the spotted animal basically spat out words like Spencer from Criminal Minds.

"Oh, wow..." Rocket was taken aback by the sheer amount of words in such short time.

"I need to speak to Rocket alone for a moment, may we have the room?" Bogo asked

"Of course sir," Lance got up and left

"So, are you already aware of his... situation?" Bogo questioned

"No, I just see a lot of smart in that guy, fuck this guy speaks fast," Rocket chuckled.

"He has bipolar, but a special type, we call it "Primal Rage" every week, even with medication, he will go into his, quote, Primal, state, where he will stop at nothing to kill or catch something, we've had a lost of lost lunches from the shit he's left behind."

"Sounds like a guy I want to be around!" Rocket cheered sarcastically, "Now, that case file?"

"Oh yes, here now get out, I have other officers I need to yell at"

"Alright"

Rocket walked out to Lance who was leaning on the wall next to the office.

"Let's go," Rocket instructed, which Lance quickly follow suit.

8:00 AM Romanoff's Bar

"Body was immediately reported by patrons, they've all been cleared because they all said the same thing, it was a orange or red fox, 4 foot at least, drunk, sheepy, the whole fucking package," Rocket read aloud the case file from the passenger seat of the cop car, as Lance listened tilting his head in confusion.

"Why weren't there any security cameras there watching it?" Lance questioned

"That's the thing, the suspect knew enough the sit in the blind spot of the camera," Rocket eyes widened in interest.

"Probably smart, wasn't his first time, time to survey the area, see the camera, AND smart enough to predict the angle," Lance said eyes scanning the bar up ahead, "We have arrived"

*SLAM* *SLAM*

The door opened to a seemingly normal bar, with the drinkers from the previous night being questioned to the right and the bar where the poor raccoon was shot was to the left.

"Oh... fuck, I.. I know this woman..." Rocket said sorrowfully, looking away and looking over to see some cops looking at a piece of paper, "let me see this"

"Hey! We need that, to see who's it is," the cop said

"No need.. it's my old one" Rocket glanced and both of the rookies, before looking to Lance who was signaling to the raccoon to come over.

"This is interesting, we now have the security cam footage, and you CAN see this fox going to the bathroom but never to return, probably his way of exit, how did they miss this in the first examination," Lance inquired and Rocket almost fainted when he saw who it was... Nick Motherfucking Wilde.

"Come on L, we're going somewhere," Rocket grimly said rushing out the door.

"Wait! I need to take my meds!"

"No time let's go!" Rocket said before getting behind the wheel and just after Lance got in the car, he sped off back to the police station.

"Woah! Slow down you haven't even answered my question, where the fuck are we going?"

"An old friends place"

Oliver Wilde's House

"So... why are we here?" the leopard asked for the billionth time

"If I answer will you shut the fuck up?"

"Yes"

"This is Nick's brother's place, quick heads up if you've got a thing against gay's, stay in the car, k?"

"Oh, I see, I'll be fine, it's really my dad that'd stay," Lance chuckled as Rocket looked over his shoulder as they approached the door.

The door was knocked on and a chubby fox answered the door, he was neatly dressed and their fur was neatly combed on top, "Oh man if that's not the one and only Rocket!"

"Yup! It's me, this is my partner Lance," Rocket replied cheerfully, genuinely happy to see his friend clean after a drug overdose that Rocket had helped Oliver get help after.

"I thought you were dating that bunny?" Oliver obliviously inquired

"No! No, no no! Nothing like THAT! Just..." Rocket stammered on his words then sighed, "My POLICE partner, I'm still with Judy."

"Oh, my apologies, hello, Lance, I'm Oliver" the fox warmly greeted, "what can I help you guys with?"

"We're investigating a case your brother has been involved in, may we come inside?" Lance asked politely

"Of course come on in!"

Another chapter down, I promise I will get to the good action next chapter, there's gonna be a BIG twist with Lance you just wait!