Nick brought the car to a stop outside of the drive-through window. The old brown car wasn't anywhere near as sleek as the police cruisers, but that was the whole point; they'd need to look incognito for the stakeout coming up. Fishing his wallet out of his pocket, he counted out a few bills; police work might not have been quite as lucrative as some of his old hustles, but the pay was a lot more dependable, and a lot less risky.

"Hey, Nick?" Judy piped up from beside him, over in the passenger seat.

He glanced over to her, trying not to smile too much at the sight of the rabbit pinned down by the seatbelt designed for creatures much larger than her. "Don't worry, Carrots, you can have the side salad," he teased. Like him, Judy was dressed incognito for the upcoming stakeout; she had a button-up shirt and jeans, as did he, though his made him look ready for a night on the town, while hers looked more like work clothes. Given her background, they probably were.

She rolled her eyes at him in response. "I need you to pull around out front and let me out for a couple minutes," she told him sternly.

"Come on now, Carrots, we can't be late, you wouldn't want to risk us losing track of the perp, would you?" he asked as he rolled down the driver's-side window. "What could possibly be so important that you want to risk getting dragged into the Chief's office?"

She frowned at him. "I won't be long, I just... need to use the bathroom."

He tutted and shook his head disapprovingly in response. "Should have gone before we left, don't you think?"

"I couldn't, there was a line," she grumbled, "and SOMEONE insisted that we 'head out immediately instead of waiting around at the station,' or did you forget that part?"

"It sounds vaguely familiar," he admitted with a smirk, turning as he heard the drive-through window open. Reaching out, he exchanged the money for the bag of food and his change, setting it down on the area between the seats. "Unfortunately, even if we had the time, this place is drive-through only," he informed her casually as he rolled up the window and started to pull out, heading back for the main road.

"Wait, what?" Judy asked in mild disbelief, her expression quickly changing from surprise back to annoyance. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carrots," he replied as he pulled out onto the main road, only to stop at a red light. Taking the opportunity to tear open the bag, he reached inside of it, pulling out a plastic container. "But if it's any consolation, I did get something for you," he said, setting down the side salad that came with his chicken on the seat in front of her, just out of her reach.

"Great, thanks," she grumbled. The light turned green and he hit the accelerator, making the container slide forward just enough that she was able to frantically reach out and grab hold of it before it could slide away again.

Nonchalantly, he turned on the radio for the rest of the drive, the orange sky darkening as the sun set fully. After a short ride, Nick brought the car to a stop at the side of the street out in the suburbs of Zootopia, grabbing the gearstick and shifting it into park before turning off the engine, extinguishing the interior lights and silencing the dulcet tones of Gazelle's voice on the radio. A quick glance out over the wheel and out the front window gave him a clear view of the house on the opposite corner of the road, and the empty sidewalks all around. There was no movement at the windows of the target house, at least for now, but if their lead was good...

"Here we are, 1447 Pine Avenue. You're not gonna ticket me for parking here, are you, Carrots?" Nick asked, glancing to the side with just his eyes at his passenger.

"Give it a rest, Nick," she grumbled at him as she struggled to escape from the seatbelt. Ignoring the slight, he reached over with his right hand, pushing the release on the seatbelt while she tried to push the belt away from herself. Now freed, the belt began retracting, and she let out a yelp as it zipped past her, giving it a cautious glance before glaring at Nick.

"I thought you'd be happier about not being a meter maid any more," Nick teased as he leaned back against the driver's seat. "Now you get to help out with some real police work."

"I haven't been a meter maid for over-" she began, but just took a breath and tried to calm down, folding her arms; she knew he was just trying to rile her up. She couldn't stop her foot from twitching in the air, though. Glancing up, she frowned – the dashboard was far too high for her to have any hope of seeing over while she was sitting, so she got to her feet. Even then, she was just barely able to see out the front window, but it would have to do. With a sigh of resignation, she picked up the tub of salad and began wrestling with the lid to pry it off.

Reaching into the bag, Nick extracted his box of fried chicken and the large soda to go with it, setting the latter into a cupholder in the center. He munched away in relative silence as Judy eventually popped the lid off and crunched on the assorted greens inside of it. But other than occasional movement at the windows, little of interest happened at the house they were watching.

Eventually, Judy stuffed the empty plastic tub back into the paper bag and leaned back against the seat. But Nick could clearly see her fidgeting about in place as she looked out the front window, and couldn't help but smirk a little to himself, taking a long sip of his drink before setting it back down. "Are you cold, Carrots? I can turn the heater on," he offered.

"No, Nick, I'm not cold."

"Are you sure? You're being awfully frosty to me right now."

She squirmed a little against the back of the passenger seat. "I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you," she pointed out grumpily.

"Now that's a little harsh, don't you think?" he replied, going back to picking another leg bone clean. "It was just a couple of oversights on my part. If you'd told me a little sooner about your problem..."

She huffed, but didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to him any further, so he finished off the last of his food before pulling one of the napkin packets out of the paper bag to clean off his fingers with. She was doing her best to be as stoic as possible, but the way her legs were pressed together as she squirmed against the seat told him the story better than her words possibly could.

"Well, since you seem to think this is all my fault," he spoke up as he put on a hurt tone, "Maybe I can offer a solution?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at him. "What kind of solution?" she asked with suspicion.

He gestured vaguely to the suburban houses beside the car. "There's plenty of trees and shrubs out there to sneak off behind," he remarked casually, "you'll be done and back here before you know it."

"Absolutely not!" she immediately fired back. Counting off on her fingers, she continued, "It would be trespassing, public indecency, vandalism, public urination..." running out of digits on her left paw, she glanced at it, then threw her hands up in exasperation. "I'm not going to go pee in a bush like some predator marking his territory!"

"Now that's just slanderous," Nick calmly remarked as he picked his soda cup back up for another sip. "You're making a much bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. You're just doing what comes naturally, right? At Yax's place, they have a few bushes just for-"

She held up a paw. "I don't think I need to hear any more about that, or how you know about it," she interrupted.

"You're right, we should be focusing on our job," Nick replied, pretending to miss the point. "Hey! Is that the target?"

"What? Where?" she asked, standing on her tip-toes to look out the front window.

"Nah, my mistake," he said, leaning back again with a smirk. "Just a pedestrian."

She huffed and leaned against the seat again. Nick took out his phone and scrolled through social media posts on it between glances at the windows of the target house, ignoring Judy for the moment. But after some time, he gave another glance over to her, seeing her bending her knees and straightening back up repeatedly.

"Oh, are we up to the bouncing part of the potty dance already?" he teased. "I admire your determination, considering how quickly you could just slip outside and get it over with. I don't think there's anyone even home in this house next to us. The lights are off, the driveway's empty..."

"What part of 'absolutely not' didn't you understand the first time?" she snapped, turning her head to look at him. Her brow furrowed further as she saw the smirk on his face, and she raised her hands in disbelief. "Are you seriously enjoying this or something?" she accused, and he shrugged in response.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carrots," he told her once more, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Clenching her paws, she glared at him before deciding not to waste any more words on him, going back to keeping her eyes on the house – what bits of it she could see over the dashboard, anyway. She really hoped the target would make a break for it soon, just so they could get it over and done with sooner rather than later. She thought of pulling the salad container back out of the bag, but it had had holes cut into the corners, so there was no way she could use it to get her relief in the back seat.

She was at the point of holding one paw between her legs when she heard Nick put his cup down in the cupholder, the ice inside rattling around in the bottom. She was getting close to her limit, and she glanced at the cup, which was close to the size of the buckets her family used back at the farm.

"Give me the cup," she commanded.

Nick raised an eyebrow. "And what do you want my drink for, Carrots? You don't even like soda."

"I need a waterproof container of some kind, and that's the only one here that'll work," she told him.

"But I'm not done with it," he protested.

"Then finish it," she insisted, "One way or another, I'm using that cup."

"Hey now, I don't know how long we'll be waiting here. I want to save some for later. Besides, if I chug it right now, I might end up in your predicament..."

She gritted her teeth before lunging for the cup, but he was faster, putting his paw on the lid and holding the cup down with far greater strength than she could muster. "Really, now," he chided her as she tugged fruitlessly at the cup, "is this how an officer of the law should behave?"

"That's my line!" she fired back, giving up on trying to overpower him, slumping back against the seat.

"This could all be over so easily if you'd just go outside," he reminded her, drumming the steering wheel again.

"Are you seriously telling me to break the law because of a situation YOU put me in?"

"Come on now, Carrots," he replied as he looked out the windshield, "What's the point in enforcing the laws if you don't get to bend them a little now and then? Nobody's going to know, and nobody will be hurt."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she muttered, "and take care of this problem myself. Keep your eyes on the house."

Clambering into the back seat, she ignored Nick's hand zipping back to the cup to hold it down as she hopped directly onto the back seats, moving behind the driver's seat so that Nick wouldn't be able to see her. "Look around if you want, Carrots, but the station makes the officers keep these vehicles clean, so I don't think you're going to find anyone else's cups," Nick remarked offhandedly.

"Oh, I know," she told him, not admitting that she had been hoping a leftover coffee cup or something would have been overlooked. But as much as she hated to admit it, he was right; the back of the car was spotless. Her legs squeezed together as she felt a sharp pang in her belly; it was a matter of when and not if at this point, so she frantically began opening her jeans, tugging down the zipper and thrusting them down to her ankles, her panties quickly following suit.

"Doesn't the back of a car still count as public indecency?" Nick teased. She ignored him as she squatted down, leaning her back against the seat so she could stick her legs forward, and just in time. With the open air against her pussy as she held her squatting position, her body refused to wait any longer, and a stream of piss gushed from the top of her slit and onto the seat below her, soaking into the fabric covering and spreading out.

She let out a groan without realizing it, the relief almost overwhelming her, feeling her desperation waning as her bursting bladder was finally granted its release. Fortunately, the seat was angled upward slightly, keeping her feet dry as the puddle spread out to the sides once she had soaked the fabric through completely. Tipping her head back, she sighed deeply, glad the ordeal was over with...

...until she saw Nick's eyes watching her in the rear-view mirror.

She almost panicked, barely managing to stop herself from moving as she brought her hands around in front of herself for some semblance of decency. "Are you seriously watching this?" she blurted out accusingly over the sound of her urine hissing on its way out of her, and splashing onto the seat below.

He gave an amused chuckle, still watching her after a quick glance at the house across the road. "It's not every day I see my partner making a mess all over the back of a car," he offered as an excuse. "Oh, and by the way, Carrots, it's dripping between your legs."

Judy's eyes widened as she looked down sharply, but now that she'd been alerted to it, she could feel stray pee running down and dripping off of her butt. She groaned, this time in frustration rather than relief, but quickly cut herself off to avoid giving him the satisfaction of hearing her. "Stop watching me, you pervert," she snapped back at him, unable to do much else.

"Can't do that, we're on the buddy system, I need to keep an eye on you," he remarked. She shot him a death glare, but he ignored it and her command. With no other options, she simply tried to ignore him as she emptied out the rest of the way, the sound of her piss splashing on the drenched seat filling the otherwise silent car until it finally trickled off to a stop.

With a few clenches, that was one problem taken care of, but now she had another. Reaching out towards the center, the paper bag hopelessly out of reach, she watched Nick dip his hand inside and pull out a napkin, extending it behind him without turning around. "Looking for this, Carrots?" he asked.

Wordlessly, she lunged forward and snatched the napkin from him, barely avoiding falling into the area between the front and back seats. In annoyed silence, she used the napkin to dry herself off, rubbing herself thoroughly between the legs to dry as completely as she could, tossing the napkin into the puddle behind her before tugging her clothes back up to make herself presentable again so she could return to the front seat.

Nick gave an appreciative whistle as he looked through the rear-view mirror again, before adjusting it back to its original position. "Who would've thought such a tiny bunny could hold so much pee?" he asked rhetorically. When she didn't reply, he continued, "That's quite a mess you made. You'll have to clean it up when we get back."

"Actually, I won't," she said, finally breaking her silent treatment. "Because the officer to whom his vehicle has been lent out is one Nicholas Wilde, not me, which means that he – and only he – is responsible for returning it in pristine condition to the station."

Nick's wide smirk immediately vanished, but only for a moment. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. I'll have to explain how this happened, after all, and then everyone will get to find out about what Officer Hopps did in the back seat of-"

He heard a tiny click. "What's the point in enforcing the laws if you don't get to bend them a little now and then? Nobody's going to know, and nobody will be hurt," his own voice echoed to him.

Looking sharply sideways, he saw Judy holding a carrot pen in her hand. "Didn't I get rid of-"

"I have two dozen more at home," she said smugly. "So unless you want a dressing-down from the chief..."

Nick's eyes widened in a panic, not just from her threat, but also because the car in front of the house he was supposed to be watching was pulling out. "No time for that now, Carrots!" he shouted, turning the ignition key and starting up the car.

"What do you-" Judy began, only to be thrown back against the passenger seat as he peeled out and sped off after the target's car.