With great difficulty, Judy hauled the mop out of the bucket and slapped its dripping head onto the tiled floor so she could push it around. At least she was nearly done. She mumbled disparaging remarks under her breath about Chief Bogo assigning her to cleaning duty, though she made sure to be quiet. While she doubted the enormous buffalo could possibly sneak up on her on a wet tiled floor, he'd already managed to catch her unaware while grumbling about traffic duty, hence her punishment. She should have known something was up the moment Nick looked over her shoulder and just sat there smirking knowingly for a good fifteen seconds or so.

She sighed and shoved the mop underneath the divider between the toilet stalls. At least her low stature made this part easy; she could hold the mop almost level to the ground and reach all the way to the back wall with its long handle. She'd already done the women's room, so as soon as she finished with the men's, she could head back to her desk and get back to some mildly more glamorous task.

Straining with effort, Judy hauled the mop up and dropped it back into the bucket to get it wet one last time. She heard the door open behind her, and didn't even need to look behind her to know who it was, humming to himself as he maneuvered around the wet floor signs by the door.

Judy gave an exasperated sigh. "Nick, what part of 'closed for cleaning' can't you read?"

"Come on now, Carrots, you've been in here a long time," Nick protested casually. Judy heard his footsteps stop as she placed the wet mop head back on the floor. But when her long ears caught the sound of a zipper descending, she turned around sharply, almost slipping on the wet floor.

"Nick!" she said sharply, glaring at him, hoping her blush wasn't too obvious. "You can't do that while I'm here!" Dressed in his blue uniform, he was facing partly away from her and towards the urinal on the wall, left hand at his side with his right at his crotch.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Nick remarked, shrugging with his free arm. "You can't keep the bathroom closed forever, Carrots. That's a cruel and unusual punishment. Besides, you'll see a lot worse if you're ever out near the bars and clubs at night."

"I'll be done in a minute," Judy grumbled at him. But when she heard the ringing sound of urine on porcelain, she brought a hand to her face and groaned in a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.

"And I'll be done in half that time," he joked, looking over his shoulder and flashing her a grin. But turning to look her way also twisted his lower body, and the ringing sound stopped, replaced instead with a dull splashing of liquid against tile.

"Nick, I just cleaned in here!" she snapped as she saw the yellow fluid pouring down the tiled wall next to the urinal.

"Oh, whoops," Nick remarked dismissively, facing the urinal again and moving his foot away from the small puddle forming at the base of the wall. "Well, you've got a mop right there, it'll be easy to clean," he told her with a mischievous flick of his tail, speaking over the ringing of his stream on porcelain and the splashing of it pooling up faster than it could drain from the urinal.

"You clean it up! You made the mess!" Judy protested, pointing the handle of the mop at him.

"It's not my place and I'm not the one on cleaning duty," Nick said offhandedly, annoying Judy further as his stream ran dry and a few drops fell onto the floor between his legs. He shook his sheath and then zipped up his pants, casually striding over to the sink. "I've got important work to do, Carrots, as do you, so I'll see you around. Don't forget the Chief'll want to inspect your work when you're done."

Judy glared daggers and gritted her teeth as he washed his hands, and with a sigh she turned about, dragging the mop that was far too large for her over towards the urinal where Nick had made a mess. Having to re-clean the floor was already bad, but trying to raise the mop high enough to clean the wall tiles he had splashed was going to be an ordeal.

"Sometimes, Nick, you really make me wonder if my parents were right after all," she grumbled to herself as she pushed the mop towards the puddle on the floor.

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Nick turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. "All right, Carrots, this shouldn't take that long," he said, reaching across to the passenger's side to open the door for her. "Of course, we wouldn't have to do this at all if you'd noticed our perp making his escape..."

Judy glowered as she hopped out from the car and slammed the door shut. "I told you, there was someone in the way and I didn't see him!"

"Exactly," Nick pointed out, digging into his pocket to exchange his car keys for his house keys. "If I'd had someone taller as my lookout, we'd already have nabbed him and been back at the station for the celebration." Pushing open the door to the apartment building, he continued, "But now I have to go incognito and ask around with a few buddies I know to try and find where he went."

Judy folded her arms as she followed after him. "I told you we should have called for backup."

"We wouldn't have needed backup if you'd covered your exit, short stuff," Nick chided, making her clench her fists. "Maybe you need some platform shoes if you really want to cut it as an officer."

Boiling with anger, she was about to snipe at him with another remark, but took a deep breath and kept it to herself, fuming quietly as he called the elevator. Seething silently, Judy followed him into his apartment, waiting by the door as he headed off to his bedroom.

Nick strode inside and then turned around, holding the door partly closed. "No peeking, Carrots," he joked with a toothy grin before closing the door, seemingly oblivious to her anger.

Judy glared at the door, her foot thumping on the carpet in annoyance for a moment before she took notice and stopped it. It was one thing for him to poke fun at her height, but quite another for him to call her ability as an officer into question. Doubly so when she had more experience than he did, not to mention his tendency to play fast and loose with procedure.

She shook her head and wandered a little into his apartment. She'd seen worse, but it certainly wasn't pristine by any standards: crumbs and bits of food on the kitchen floor that hadn't been swept up, empty bottles and drink cans on the living room table in front of the sofa, dishes from breakfast still in the dining room...

Judy checked her watch. "Hurry up, Nick," she called through the door to his room.

"Keep your uniform on, Carrots," Nick replied. "We're not in any hurry. I've gotta make sure I'm looking just right for this. Word got around that ol' Nick Wilde is on the side of the law now, so I can't just put on some shades and call it a day, you know? I need to..."

He continued to monologue, and Judy rolled her eyes, walking away from the bedroom and towards the bathroom. If he was going to take a while, that was fine; she needed to use the toilet and it would be for the better if he wasn't liable to walk in on her. Again, as he had done the other day at the station. Sure, she'd been cleaning rather than using the bathroom herself, but that hardly made it any better considering what he had done...

An idea came to mind, and she glanced back at the bedroom door, barely able to hear Nick's muffled voice as he went on about disguises. With her rage still smoldering after his earlier comments, she strode into his bathroom and pushed the door shut with one of her large feet. Being half his size, everything in his apartment towered over her, and his bathroom was no exception: a combined shower and tub at the back next to the toilet and sink with just a small rack for storage, tiled in a deep green.

And much like the rest of his apartment, it could have used a cleaning. There were water spots on the faucet of the sink and signs of limescale inside both it and the tub, and flecks on the bathroom mirror as well. It could have been worse, but it reminded her of the mess he had made at the station. It was easy for him to say someone else could clean up his mess when he barely did any cleaning of his own...

Well, two could play at that game. There was a bath mat in front of the tub and a similar U-shaped one around the bottom of the toilet, both once having been fluffy but having lost some of that over time. He'd left the seat up on the toilet, of course, and pulling it down would have risked having it fall and alert him to what she was doing. But that was fine; she didn't really need it.

Facing away from the toilet, Judy undid her officer's belt and opened her blue pants, pushing them and her thin white panties down all the way to her ankles before crouching down just in front of the porcelain fixture. Bending forward slightly to rest her upper body on her knees for stability, she took a breath and relaxed her muscles. Crouched down so low, her pussy was hovering barely an inch above the bathroom mat in front of the toilet, so when she started to pee only the hiss of her stream was audible as the golden fluid splashed onto the fabric below.

At least, for the first few seconds. As the mat quickly became saturated with her water, its fibers darkening, a puddle formed on it that spread out. Judy smirked as she let her stream continue to spray directly onto the same spot, the pattering noise of her piss soon transitioning to a more audible splashing as her stream caused foam to form on top of the puddle. Glancing down, she shuffled one foot forward in a manner reminiscent of what Nick had done at the station the other day, keeping it away from the expanding soaked part of the mat. But other than that, she held her position, right until the last droplets had fallen from her slit, and she clenched to force out two more little splashes onto the drenched mat.

Standing up, she turned and shuffled over until she was in reach of the toilet roll hanging from the wall, grabbing onto the end and pulling it towards her. Tearing off several squares, she wiped herself between her legs to ensure that she was completely dry before tossing the wet paper onto the soaked, glistening mat, hauling her pants back up and buckling them. She had to stand on her tip-toes in order to wash her hands, and was only just barely able to reach the almost-empty hand soap bottle. Yet, even with all the time that took, she exited the bathroom and found that the door to Nick's room was still closed.

But, a few moments later, it opened, revealing Nick in his 'disguise': a leather sleeveless jacket and matching pants, sunglasses, and big boots. Judy couldn't help but giggle as she looked up at him. "THAT'S your disguise?" she asked incredulously.

"Well yeah, weren't you listening?" he retorted as he strode out from his room with a shrug.

"Nah, I left you to it while I went to the bathroom," she answered with a shrug of her own, following him over to the front door of his apartment.

"Ah, good idea," Nick said with a nod, walking over to the elevator and pushing the button to call it. "I wouldn't want to have to go find a little bunnies' room in the middle of a manhunt, would I? Plus, we'll be taking my car, and I wouldn't want you to make a mess of it while I leave you in there to do the talking."

She folded her arms yet maintained her smug smirk, stepping into the elevator with him. "Don't worry, your CAR won't be any messier than normal," she promised, her smirk widening into a grin.

Picking up on that, Nick turned and gave her a curious look, his finger hovering over the button for the ground floor. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing," Judy remarked dismissively. "I mean I might have gotten a little on the floor, but that obviously doesn't bother you, so it's nothing to worry about."

Nick's eyes widened and he quickly reached out to grab onto the closing elevator door. "Carrots, what...!" he began, hurrying back to his apartment.

"What's the problem?" she asked casually as she stepped out of the elevator and watched him fumble with his keys at the door to his apartment. "It's not my place and I'm not the one who has to clean it." But he was ignoring her as he opened the door and rushed inside, leaving Judy to lean on the wall by the elevator with a smirk while she waited for his return.
