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Nick went into work that day with a serious look on his muzzle. It didn't take long for Judy to notice the lack of the fox's teasing or snarky comments.

"Hey, Nick. Is everything okay?" Judy asked, peeking into the fox's work space.

A sigh came Nick, twirling around in his chair to face the bunny. "I don't know, Carrots. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately... About me and Finnick and if this is really what I wanna do long term..."

"W-what are you trying to say, Nick?" Judy stammered.

"Judes, I think I'm gonna take off soon," Nick admitted, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"What?! But I don't understand. Is there anything wrong with the job? Is it because of someone here?" Judy asked, looking around.

"No, it's more than that. I know this is a pretty good gig but when I think back before...What I did before may have not been exactly the most honest," he chuckled, seeing Judy place her paws on her hips. "But I was much happier doing that. Don't get me wrong, Carrots...We're always gonna be partners in crime but it was Finnick and I against the world."

"I gotta admit. You two did con me pretty good when we first met and you were certainly happy with your schemes," Judy chuckled. "But I can't help but feel like I dropped the ball somewhere."

"No, no. Judy, it's more than that. I...I don't want Finnick to worry anymore either," Nick sighed. It had been this way for about three months now.

He remembered that day when he returned home, opening the front door and to his surprise he was met with nothing. Finnick wasn't in his usual spot on the couch and he heard a strange noise coming from deeper in the apartment. Nick dropped his things on the living room table, following the sounds into the hallway. His ears swiveled towards the bedroom, being able to hear the noise on the other side of the door. Upon slowly opening the door, the first thing Nick was met with were three empty beer bottles. The sounds were clearly heard in the form of light sobs coming from Finnick sitting on the bed.

"Finnick, what's wrong?" Nick asked softly, approaching the fennec.

Finnick's eyes darted open and he turned away from the red fox, another sob escaping his muzzle.

"Come on, Finn. I can't make it better if you don't tell me," Nick said softly. He hated seeing the one person in his life that was always so tough and unshakable breaking down in front of him.

"I...I had a dream," Finnick sniffed. "Y-you never came back...They told me you got killed...I was left alone and didn't know what to do..." Another bout of sobs came from the small fox, replaying the terrible dream in his mind again.

He was picked up by Nick and held against the bigger fox's chest. "It's gonna be okay. I'm right here and I'm not gonna leave you alone, Big Guy." Nick soothed, holding onto his boyfriend.

"You really scare me sometimes, you know that, Wilde? We were doing crimes and even then I never worried about shit like this," Finnick sniffed. "We know how these guys think, Nick. As soon as they get out they're gonna come looking for you and they won't hesitate when they find you," he explained, calming down a bit. Nick was close enough to smell the heavy scent of alcohol on the fennec's breath.

"I know.." Nick said in a slow, flat tone. There were already murmurs in the underground of Ringtale and his raccoons being released soon. The vulpine doubted that they would target him, being as he wasn't the one to bust in their operation. He was there to read their rights, and was barely a point of focus for them. But he could understand Finnick's fear, both he and Finnick knew of other hustlers who were far more ruthless than them. And Ringtale worked for Mr. Big, those employed by him were the most dangerous. Back in the day Nick could recall the short time he worked alongside Mr. Big and found himself among mammals that he found downright disgusting in both personality and actions.

"Hehe. I told you to ease up on the drinks. You always cry when you have too much," Nick said, running a paw between the fennec's ears.

"Come on, Nick. I'm serious," Finnick growled, grabbing hold of the bigger fox's collar. "I can't explain it but I just feel like one day you won't come back."

"Hmm. Well, what if I quit?" Nick suggested. "We can go back to hustling and start over again. Make a new beginning for the both of us."

"Heh, I'd like that..." Finnick chuckled, wiping his eyes. "You always got some good ideas, Wilde." He hated when Nick saw him in a state like the one he was in, feeling weak and helpless like some kind of crying kit.

Judy said nothing after Nick finished explaining what happened back then.

"I don't want Finnick to worry about me anymore. You should have seen him, Carrots. I didn't know the little guys could be under so much stress. And it's all because of me," Nick sighed shakily. He came to the conclusion that it was the best thing for both of them.

The bunny simply nodded, her attention turning back to her phone after hearing a notification. "So, do you know what you're gonna do when you quit?"

"I'm gonna do what I've always done. Me and Finnick will be just fine. You don't have to worry your little bunny head about us," the fox teased, poking a claw against Judy's ear.

"Well...At least think about it first," Judy suggested, worried for his friend being clear on her face. Nick nodded and walked off as his shift was at an end. For the last few days he felt lost in his own thoughts about the future and what he wanted it to be.

Every time the answer was always Finnick; that was what Nick wanted his future to be. Whether it was a stable, successful job or living in the van once again, he figured that as long as Finnick was by his side every day of his life would be perfect. Quitting his job was something that was in the back of his mind but now it was something the fox became sure of.

Shrugging off the last of his thoughts, Nick figured it was best to walk back home. It gave him the time needed to think. There were a lot of things that happened in the last three months; Judy had her birthday and he worked with Gideon to make her a carrot cake and learned that the chubby fox had a strange obsession with pumpkin pie. Fangs became a good friend of his and even Finnick warmed up to him. He visited the two of them often and the three would spend their shared time drinking, playing video games and even one time letting the wolf stay the night as he was much too drunk to make it home.

Those thoughts made him smile as he crossed the street. On the other side he caught sight of a fruit stand, along with the beaver behind it who waved at him. Nick waved back, and looked down at his badger and uniform. There were, of course, things that were amazing about the job. When he wore the uniform, the citizens of Zootopia saw and treated him better than they ever did when he was just an ordinary fox. They saw him as an officer of Zootopia, a protector of mammals and a defender of crime. At least, that was what he reminded himself time and time again. The exciting moments that he thought the job would actually contain were few and far between.

The Grand Pangolin Arms was in sight at the end of the sidewalk and so was Finnick's van, standing out among all the other vehicles parked outside. Memories of the two vulpines riding out the night in the back of the van and even huddling close on nights when they were close to or in Tundratown. He walked up to the van and ran his paw against a dent on the passenger door made by Finnick bashing the head of a koala that owed them money.

Of course he knew things like that were wrong but he enjoyed Finnick's outbursts and had a secret love of watching the small fox brutalizing those who crossed them. It stemmed from the day that Nick and Finnick first met.

The short cream colored fox chased off a group of bullies that were making fun of Nick. He was just walking home from school when a group of possums swarmed him, demanding for everything he had from all sides. But their growls and shouting was cut short but a loud clunk and the one of the possums falling limp to the ground. Next thing Nick knew the others were running off from the fennec holding a bloody baseball bat. It made sense in that moment to be scared but instead, Nick thought the small fox was the coolest person he ever saw. They say that problems couldn't be solved with violence, but they clearly never met Finnick as he was living proof of the opposite.

Ever since then there was a thrill that ran through Nick that he didn't fully understand whenever he saw Finnick attacking someone. Just as much as he loved watching the fennec beat someone, he also enjoyed hearing him cursing and belittling his target. No matter how much the animal on the receiving end begged or even bled, Nick never stopped Finnick. The only time he stepped in was when too many eyes were on them or the sound of sirens could be heard.

Nick was quickly interrupted from his memories as he looked past the van, recognizing Fang's car. He knew the wolf had taken the week of work but he didn't expect him to be here. The wolf usually showed up after Nick came home from work. As the fox entered the complex he figured that the wolf just got bored on this day and decided to drop by to see Finnick. Knowing them they were probably already drunk and laughing a some dumb movie. He could hear Bucky and Pronk yelling at each other through the floor above him. With a roll of his eyes and a groan Nick tested the doorknob, it was unlocked.

He pushed it open and there the two were, sitting on the couch and holding a beer in their paws. Nick internally gave a sigh of relief. He had no idea why he was even worried, there was no reason for him to be. But there was just this...feeling and as soon as his eyes landed on Finnick and Fangs all those worries soon melted away.

"Hey guys!" Nick prompted, trying his best to take all the weird suspicion out of his voice.

"Hey, babe. Was it a good one today?" Finnick asked, looking up at Nick with half lidded eyes, showing that the fennec was clearly drunk.

"Yeah, Finn." Nick chuckled, planting a kiss on the soft fur between Finnick's large ears.

"Hey, Fangs." Nick smiled. The snow white wolf just waved his paw, clearly wrapped up in whatever they were watching. The fox just shrugged and went off to the bedroom to change. As he was taking off his uniform and putting on something more ordinary there was a strange scent that his nose picked up. It was faint, but it was there and he could hardly make it out. The smell of him and Finnick was much stronger. Shrugging that off as well, Nick walked back into the living room and sat between the fennec and the wolf.

"Hey, Finnick." Nick said to his boyfriend.

"What is it?" The fennec asked, not looking at the fox at all, keeping his gaze on the TV.

"I had to take a little test earlier and the results came back and...I have two STDs," Nick revealed.

"What the fuck?! Are you fucking serious?!" Finnick shrieked as he jumped to his feet, meeting the red fox at eye level.

"Hehe, no. I just wanted to make sure you were listening," Nick chuckled, petting Finnick between the ears.

"Well. I. Am. Now. Fucking asshole..." Finnick grumbled, after he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking and I decided that I'm gonna leave the ZPD," Nick admitted. Finnick's ears instantly perked up and he looked up at his boyfriend.

"Well, it's about fucking time. I'm getting tired of worrying and crying over you," Finnick admitted with a hiccup.

"I know, I know," Nick nodded. "So...what are we going to do?"

"Hmm?" Finnick asked, looking over at the red fox in confusion.

"What are we gonna do for money?" Nick asked.

"Nick, c'mon. Are you serious? We're gonna do the same shit we've always done," Finnick smirked, setting his beer down on the table.

"Really, now?" Nick huffed with a grin on his muzzle. He was surprised at how confident Finnick was about all this.

"I mean, yeah. Selling pawpsicles, putting on those dumb ass costumes and the hustling the whole world? That was the life. We were wild, crazy and up for anything that tried to fuck with us. I used to beat the shit out of someone twice a week. Now, look at us... We just sit around on our asses all day, domesticated." Finnick growled, sitting back down.

Nick nodded, he couldn't lie. He really did miss the wild and dangerous life they used to live. That was how he fell in love with Finnick. As they grew up together the fennec introduced Nick to the world of crime. From then on the way the young fox saw the world was forever changed. After school Finnick would show Nick another way to scam the world around him. He started out a scared, innocent red fox but soon grew into the sly trickster he is now. One night after a day in their early high school years, Nick and Finnick were running down an alley, dodging bullets being shot at them. Finnick was struck in the arm and fell. As Nick turned around to pick him up Finnick assured the young red vulpine that he was going to be fine.

"In streets and alleys like this, even if it hurts like shit...You can't let them know they got you," Finnick grunted. Those words resonated with the red fox as he ran for the both of them, cutting around the corner and diving behind a dumpster....

"W-wait, you're gonna quit?" Fangs asked, finally snapping into reality.

"Yeah, I am." Nick nodded. Fangs just looked at the fox like he was just insulted but his gaze quickly softened.

"I guess if you really feel like you should..." the wolf shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

"Wait a minute...You're not gonna rat us out are ya? Y'know, about all the shit we just said?" Finnick asked, pointing a claw at Fangs.

"Nah, I really don't care. You guys got a permit so who cares?" Fangs shrugged again.

"So, what are you gonna quit?" Finnick asked, a smile growing on his muzzle.

"Hmm. At the end of the week. I'll collect my last check and leave..." Nick grinned. At this point the fox didn't really care about how that would look or even what the other ZPD members would say. Nick the cop and Nick the con-artist were two different beings and they didn't know anything about the latter.

"You guys gonna keep this place?" Fangs asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna keep it," Finnick nodded. "We'll make sure that we make enough."

"We always do," Nick nodded and got up, leaving for the bedroom once again. He dug into his pocket and held his phone in his paw, dialing Judy's number. The tone rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?" Judy's voice brought some confidence to bring his words to forth.

"Heya, Jude. I just wanted to tell you...At the end of the week. It's gonna be over," Nick stated.

"...So you're actually gonna go through with it," Judy sighed over the phone.

"Yeah, but it's not like anything's gonna change between us," Nick chuckled. "I got your back, Carrots. Always."

Judy giggled a bit upon hearing that, "How about at the end of the week we try a second attempt at that double date."

"Sure," Nick agreed. He just hoped that this one would go much, much better than it would have last time. He told her goodbye, hung up and returned to the other fox and wolf.

He plopped down on the couch and gave a snicker as he faced Finnick. "Judy wants us to go on another double date."

"Ugh, alright but I just hope we don't go through the same bullshit as last time," Finnick growled.

Fangs stood up from the couch and stretched. "Alright, amigos. I'm heading out. Thanks for the free drinks, Finn." Finnick gave him a small wave and from Nick he got a high five before leaving out their front door.

Finn? Isn't that what I usually call Finnick, Nick thought to himself. Once again that strange feeling came over him. Something just felt...off. There was an urge within him to search for something, but he had nothing to search for and no idea where to even start if he did.

For the next three days, every time Nick returned home Fangs was there on the couch. Nick didn't know why but it was something he didn't like. There was something off about it, they were both too relaxed and too calm. Maybe it was just some petty jealousy within him as the very idea of Finnick being alone with Thomas messed with him. The feeling was only made worse as Fangs was always leaving not too long after Nick came home. It was something that Nick had to put on the back burner as he knocked on the chief's door.

He heard from the other side that it was okay for him to come in. Chief Bogo was writing something on his desk. He only glanced up from his work as Nick sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Before he could say anything a deep groan came from Bogo.

"Hmm. Word tends to spread fast around here, Mr. Wilde. Especially word of one leaving our ranks," Bogo said, scribbling something else down on the paper.

"Oh...So you know about why I came here, then?" Nick asked, his ears lowering.

"You aren't the first to make a choice like this and you won't be the last. You should feel proud that you've lasted longer here than most who've quit. Over the years I've learned that everyone's lives are different and we all have our reasons for the things we do, even if no one else understands or even agrees with them," Bogo explained, finishing up on the page and taking his pen to the next one.

"Well, I just wanted to say: Thanks for the opportunity here," Nick said, getting up from the seat and walking out before either he or Bogo could say anything more. All Nick had to do was just walk out now was just walk out of the front exit. He had already cleaned out his desk ahead of time, and now he had his check...At least Finnick was waiting at home for him...

He took his regular route back home when he was walking, passing by the fruit stand and finding that the beaver wasn't there. Just another corner, another crosswalk and he would be home. Finnick can finally stop worrying and they could take on the world together, just like before. He didn't realize it at first but after running across the street, his pace continued until stopped in the parking lot. As he was making his way to the complex entrance the fox couldn't help but notice that Fangs' car wasn't there.

Even better, Nick thought to himself, heading inside.

His pace slowed after walking up the stairs and reaching his apartment. He was about to reach for his keys but noticed that the door was already slightly open. Nick held his breath as he slowly pushed the door open and looked around. Finnick wasn't in his usual spot on the couch and there was noise coming from the bedroom, just like the before.

"Aaah, fuck! You like it deep, don't you?" Finnick panted in the wolf's ears, slapping his paw against the snow white ass, pumping into the bigger male .

"Yeah, r-right there..." Fangs moaned underneath the fennec. "K-keep hitting right there!"

"I'll hit you where I wanna hit you, bitch!" Finnick snarled, dragging his claws across the wolf's ass, enjoying the sounds of lupine's pained whine.

"Grr! That's it...Good bitch..." The fennec groaned, reaching his climax and unloading inside the moaning wolf. He pulled out and groaned, grinding his cock and knot between the wolf's soft mounds.

"Yeah, slut. Get ready, you're about to taste your ass on my dick," Finnick growled.

"Finnick!! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Fuck. The small fox's heart instantly dropped.

"I can't believe you fucking did this to me! I love you, Finnick and I trusted you!" Nick bawled as he ran out of the bedroom and out of the apartment. Finnick yelled after Nick to stop but the fennec's words were ignored.

I quit my job for him! We were supposed to start fresh today...And he does this to me! What do I do now?