Chief Bogo bent over his desk, temporarily trying to distract himself from reality with his mountain of paperwork.

Clawhauser anxiously peeked into his office. "Chief?" he asked hesitantly.

Bogo looked up from his papers and sighed tiredly.

"Can this wait, Benjamin?" he asked. "I have a lot on my mind right now."

In reality, all of ZPD Precinct 1 had a lot on their minds. After going undercover for six months to catch a jewel theft crime ring, Officers Hopps and Wilde hadn't been heard from in weeks. Add to this the fact that the crime ring was known to dispose of any potential traitors, and Hopps and Wilde weren't just missing. They were presumed dead.

Judy Hoppes and Nicholas Wilde, though they'd only been part of the precinct for under a year, had left a deep impression for that short amount of time. Everyone in the station was at a loss at their disappearance.

Clawhauser swallowed hard.

"A new partner team has been transferred here, sir. To replace. . .Officer Hopps and Wilde. And they need desk space. Do you want me to. . ."

Bogo quickly stood. "No." he said. "I'll clear Officer Hopps' and Wildes' desks myself."

Five minutes later found the chief uncomfortably crammed into a bunny-size cubical, doing his best to sort through ZPD's most formidable officer's things without breaking anything.

Judy's desk was covered with various family mementos, including twelve pictures of her numerous brothers and sister. But the most prominent item on her desk was a picture of herself and Wilde at his police academy graduation. Alongside the picture lay a carrot pen.

The chief boxed up the pictures as quickly as he could, to send back to Bunnyburrow and Judy's family, as if he could pack the images quickly enough, they would keep memories from jumping at him. Finally, Bogo picked up the pen.

Funny, he couldn't remember ever seeing Hopps without it. She always carried it to write notes about the evidence of cases, or to record incriminating statements. In fact, the pen had become so associated with the now famous bunny heroine that she'd been forced to leave it behind for her undercover operation.

Just the thought of the op had the water buffalo frustrated. He should have known better than to set two new recruits on this job! Sure, he'd lost officers before, but it never stopped hurting. Especially one as promising as Hopps.

The chief threw down the pen in frustration, then began to unwedge himself from the cubical to take the boxes downstairs.

But a familiar voice made him pause.

"This is the official recorded diary of Officer Judith Laverne. . . Nick, stop it!"

Bogo stuck his head under the desk, banging it in the process, but he didn't care. Where was Hopps' voice coming from?

He heard Hopps laugh, and in the background, Wilde adding, "You mean the diary of sly bunny Carrots, right, Fluff?"

"Oh, be quiet! Dumb fox!"

More giggling.

"Where was I? Right, this is the recorded diary of Officer Judith Laverne Hopps. During my transfer to Precinct 1 and the Night Howler incident, I recorded myself to straighten out my thoughts, and Slick, here, thought it would be a good idea to order and save the recordings for. . .what was it again?

"Posterity, Carrots!"

"Did I know that? Yes, yes, I did."

Laughter mingled in the air as Bogo found the carrot pen he'd tossed under the desk.

He looked at the pen to see a blinking red light shut off. He pushed the button next to the red light.

"Playing Recordings, Night Howler Incidents," rang an automatic voice.

Bogo sat down in the tiny bunny chair, trying very hard not to squash it. Or cry.