The Greys Chapter 19: Ancient History
#20 of The Greys
Nick Wilde had been minding his own business at his desk. Sure, he didn't have to come in today, but part of him was curious to see what happened on Sundays. The red and brown tod sipped on a coffee as he leaned back in his chair, lifting his feet up to drape them onto his desk. "Ahhh... Nothing like a lazy day at the office," he said as he pulled down his mirror sunglasses. He could probably get away with a nap, but Judy had other ideas.
"Nick," the rabbit called out to him, her ears straight up in the air as she stopped at his cubicle. The fox lifted his sunglasses, "Hey carrots. What's got you so excited?"
"Nick, I need you to take a look at something," the bunny said as held the sketch of Gideon Grey up. Nick felt his eyebrows twitch, "Who's that?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out," Judy asked as she pushed the drawing into his hands. The fox took the drawing and looked it over, eyes tracing over every inch, "Friend of yours?"
"I was hoping to know if he was a friend of yours, Nick."
Nick lifted an eyebrow, "He kinda looks like a guy I knew in High School, Ray Schaiferhund. If you lose the brown and the hair and add glasses, it would be spot on."
Judy blinked a few times as she started to give Nick a stern look, "Did he ever do anything illegal?"
The fox just let out a laugh, "Ray? If there was an award for being a Junior Ranger Scout, he would have won it every year. Especially because he WAS a Junior Ranger Scout."
The bunny blinked. "But... you told me..."
"That's because Ray wasn't raised by foxes. None of the kids trusted me, but they all trusted Ray because his parents were dogs," Nick said as he slowly slid back into his chair, "They all assumed he was a trustworthy fox."
Judy couldn't help but nod. She knew that subject was sensitive for Nick, but she was curious to know more, "So you and he were friends in High School?"
Nick shook his head, "I knew him, and we were friendly to each other, but I wouldn't call us friends. He was from a completely different world. My mother was friends with his mother, but we never hit it off."
"Do you think your mother could give me a way to get in contact with them," Judy asked.
"I know how to contact them," the fox replied before taking another swig of coffee.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Nick said somberly, "Miss Callie."
"Does she have a first name?"
The fox gave her an odd look, "You really need to get a TV, Carrots."
"Why," Judy asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"I was talking about Miss Callie the TV Psychic."
"What do you mean by," Judy was just about to say something when Nicks words suddenly made sense, "You mean."
Nick nodded, "You remember when we had to help with traffic flow when that car got t-boned in the intersection last year?"
The bunny's ears drooped as she nodded her head. Nick sighed as he took a sip, "They were the fatalities."
"Oh god," she said softly. Nick nodded his head, "Yeah."
Slowly, the fox turned in his seat to look right at Judy. "Carrots, what is this REALLY about?"