"All units code 3 to Lone Digger strip club on 35th and Skyway. Priority 0, caution victor…looking at multiple fatalities." Detectives Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps stared quietly at the radio. Responding officers updated their status in the next horrible seconds. Judy quickly grabbed the interceptor radio.

"1-10 responding, eta 10" Nick watched her slam the radio back into the receiver but hadn't started the car. Judy looked forward expectantly, then confused glanced at Nick. "C'mon Nick let's go!" Her foot thumped on the floor anxiously, a tic that most bunnies had. Nick shook his head before looking back at her.

"Carrots, it just occurred to me that we've never responded to a violent crime before. Are you sure you want to do this?" He was legitimately concerned. The Savage Nightcrawler case had been vicious, but they hadn't seen any violence firsthand. Judy glared at him.

"Nick, if we can help the victims or their families it's our responsibility to do so. I'll be fine." Nick met her glare for a few moments more before keying the ignition and flicking on the lights and sirens. The massive interceptor engine roared to life and pushed the two firmly against their seats.

Roughly ten minutes and several close calls later, Detectives Hopps and Wilde were on scene. Another squad car and ambulance were hot parked in front of the club with lights on. As they parked the two cheetah EMTs from the ambulance pushed rushed out of the front door of the club. Nick was halfway out of the car when he saw the bloody mess they were pushing on a gurney, one bloody hand each pressed against a severe laceration on the victim's chest. They lifted the gurney into the back of the ambulance and rushed to the cab before taking off. Judy was standing still near the front of the interceptor watching the ambulance rush off and another come down street towards them. As Nick met her and started walking towards the door he took a sly glance at his partner. Eyes wide, her nose twitching almost continuously, it was simple to see she was scared. This was too much…he tried to think a way to not go inside but came up empty handed as they pushed the heavy metal door open. The security door opened to a short hallway where the double doors were propped open. Just inside that door Nick was able to make out an alligator lying face up in a pool of blood. He glanced at Judy again, as much to reassure himself that he could handle what was to come as much as ensuring she was. Her eyes were locked on the alligator.

"This is gonna be a long night." Her voice was unusually high Nick noticed as they crossed the threshold into the club itself. The iron scent of blood assaulted his more sensitive nose, quickly followed by an instinctive watering of his mouth. He unconsciously dismissed this bodily reaction as just that and forced himself to take in the rest of the scene. The alligator was only the beginning of the shit show that was to be on display that night. By his count there were at least ten dead, possibly more: three king cobras, two cats, two Doberman, one water buffalo, and two alligators. The bodies had been mangled in every conceivable fashion without making use of modern weapons. A rhino officer was sitting at the bar taking notes on the layout of the crime scene while another officer escorted a gazelle wrapped in a blanket out the front door. The officer, a wolf, stopped by Nick and Judy for a moment.

"Evening detectives. I'm sergeant Fenrir, my partner officer Cong is taking crime scene notes. Ms. White here is the only witness who hung around to talk to us. We'll be outside when you want to interview her. Watch your step, there's blood everywhere." With that, sergeant Fenrir gently lead the shaken gazelle out of the building. Judy hopped over to the bar and onto a barstool near officer Cong, carefully avoiding the many puddles of blood marking the floor interspersed around the room. Nick decided to take a short walk around while Judy spoke with the rhino.

"Officer Cong, what have you got so far?" She asked robotically. The rhino sighed and put away his pen before resting his massive forehead on his equally massive arm.

"Detective. Not a whole lot to go on unless you're familiar with this area, especially with no witness statement as of yet. Something started a frenzy in here but we're not really sure what it was besides that it wasn't night howler. We tested the victim's blood for traces of the plant and the quick response test didn't show anything. The water buffalo is –was the bouncer here. At least one of the cobras here was his work; the other two appear to have ganged up on him and the alligators, no idea why. The cats and the dogs got into a two-on-two fight that seems to have ended pretty badly. There was another Doberman that you saw getting taken out of the building, he's in pretty bad shape but I think he'll survive. As I said, no idea what started all this-"The rhino swept his hand behind him, gesturing towards the grisly scene. Nick chose that moment to pipe in from across the room, near the cats and dogs:

"I have a theory. These two Doberman are from the central city mafia." Nick sniffed at one of the cigars on the table to Doberman had obviously been sitting at, then taking a drag from the still smoking stogie.

"Alright Nick, let's get outside." Judy's voice was desperate, pleading, and Nick was too happy to oblige. By the time he had finished asking Officer Cong to send him a copy of the crime scene notes Judy had already disappeared outside. Nick took one last look at the scene before sighing and exiting the club.

The second ambulance was taking care of the gazelle, misses White was being tended to by EMTs while Officer Fenrir had his head pressed against the side of the ambulance, pinching the bridge of his nose. Nick found his partner sitting on the hood of their interceptor, looking out at the central city lights. They were particularly astonishing at night on a warm clear night like tonight. Nick pounced up on the hood of the car and slid into the spot beside Judy.

"Hey Carrots. You ok?" He reached an arm out to touch the rabbit's shoulder, only for her to immediately grab his Kevlar and bury her face in his chest. She was crying quietly, hard. This was way too much for her; he shouldn't have let her go through with this before more support had shown up. Nick beat himself up a thousand different ways in a second before moving on to make sure he was strong for Judy's sake.

"It's ok, I know…" He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her. She was warm, soft, beautiful in that moment. Nick inwardly cursed himself again for letting her get one over him with her tough bunny act in this situation. A minute passed by before the sobs subsided into snuffling and then heavy breathing and then sighs. Nick felt her grip loosen and let her go.

"C'mon Nick, we need to start investigating…" She grabbed his hand and hopped off the interceptor hood, leading him towards the club. Nick wouldn't be fooled a second time.

"Actually Carrots, why don't you talk to Ms. White and work on getting a witness statement, and I'll poke around inside. Otherwise we'll be here all night." He grinned, gently pushing her towards the ambulance.