"State your name, species and occupation for the record, rumbled Chief Bogo into the microphone.

"Barry Allen, eh...human, although technically meta-human would be more accurate." Barry said.

There was a threatening growl from the buffalo, and Barry swallowed nervously.

"Moving on," he said, swiftly. "I'm a Crime Scene
Investigator for the Central City Police Department."

Nick Wilde watched the exchange through the window of the observation room. As soon as the ZPD had secured the bank robbers, Barry had followed them back to Precinct 1, where Bogo had immediately hauled him off to one of the interrogation rooms. Barry could have run away at any time, but he stuck it out, probably because he wanted the ZPD to help him. Nick listened as Bogo continued to grill the human, moving from the standard questions they asked a criminal into a
reading of the riot act, followed by a long and angry lecture about why his activities are dangerous, and not sanctioned by the police. It was no secret that Chief Bogo could be bad tempered, although everyone in the precinct knew that underneath his
rough exterior was a mammal that cared about his officers. Sadly, Barry did not fall into this category, even worse, it was clear that the buffalo's apparently low tolerance for vigilantes meant he wasn't so much interrogating Barry, as he was screaming at him to stop.

Barry was no longer in his Flash costume, having changed into a pair of jeans, shoes, a plain shirt and a hoodie some point before arriving at the precinct. Nick had asked him where he kept the costume when he didn't use it, and Barry showed him a ring with the lightning bolt insignia carved into it. He didn't go into detail about how it worked, only
stating that the ring was some tech from his world. Nick's thoughts were interrupted by the door opening as Judy entered the room.

"How's our spineless friend?" he asked, referring to the porcupine.

"I left him with Grizzoli and Wolford," she replied, pulling up a chair so she could see Barry's interrogation clearly.

"Ouch," he winced. "Are you sure that isn't over kill?"

"He called me cute," she deadpanned.

"Point taken, those two will have him singing like a canary in no time." Nick said.

The two shared a grin; Grizzoli and Wolford were notorious in the department for their ability to crack even the toughest of perps. They turned their attention back to the interrogation just as Bogo stopped the recorder. Barry flashed a nervous thumb
up to the mirror as the buffalo gathered his files and made for the door.

"I guess it's over, let's see how he's doing," said Judy,
hopping down from her seat.

Exiting the viewing room, both officers saw Bogo looming over Barry like an ancient behemoth.

"Wilde, Hopps, my office, now," he snapped, before
stomping off down the corridor. He let out a nervous sigh.

"You okay?" asked Judy.

"Yeah, your boss just made it very clear that he doesn't like me." Barry said.

"Bogos like that," replied Nick. "But we think that
underneath that rough exterior is a juicy heart of delicious gold.

"If he has one, then he hides it well. I just got first-hand experience of being the most hated person on the planet.

"T'm sure Bogo doesn't hate you," said Judy.

"Much," muttered Nick. She shot him a glare.

"Anyway, we better get going, he really doesn't like to be kept waiting.

As the three walked through the ZPD, Barry found himself receiving a few curious stares from the various mammals they passed, with hushed conversations breaking out as both officers and civilians noticed the strange creature in their midst.

"Oh. Em. Goodness!" gasped a voice as they passed into reception. "You're the alien that's all over Furbook!"

Turning around, Barry saw a cheetah sitting behind the dispatch desk; although this one looked more like a fuzzy balloon it was so overweight.

He cocked his head in mild confusion.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"What do you mean Clawhauser?" asked Judy.

The cheetah pulled out his phone and showed them the screen, where several pictures of The Flash were plastered all over the web page. A large banner ran across the top that read 'Scarlet Speedster Sightings' and he could see it already had several hundred members.

"Looks like you've got a fan club," said Nick, grinning.

"Apparently, I keep forgetting that social media can move faster than me sometimes," replied Barry. "But how did you know that was me?"

"It wasn't difficult," said Clawhauser. "A strange mammal in a red suit appears in Zootopia, and then you get dragged into the ZPD. I may work dispatch, but I'm still a cop, and I don't know if you noticed, but you kind of stick out from the crowd.

"He's got a point," said Judy. "Look we've got to get to Bogo, will you be alright waiting here for a bit?"

"Sure," he replied. "Hopefully you can convince him I'm not the bad guy."

"I think we can manage that." she replied with a smile.

"Clawhauser, would you mind keeping Barry company?"

"Of course Judy," he replied. "Be careful up there okay, I haven't seen the Chief look that angry in a long time."

As Judy and Nick headed towards Bogos office, Barry's stomach growled, with all the running around he had built up quite the appetite.

"Sorry to ask this, but do you have anything to eat?" he asked.

Clawhauser grinned.

"Do you like Doughnuts?" He asked.

"Who doesn't like doughnuts?" Barry replied.
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The silence in Bogos office was heavy as Nick and Judy entered. The Buffalo was standing behind his desk, his back facing the two officers as they took their seats. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke.

"What do you know about the Red Massacre?" he asked.

"It was something we covered at the academy," replied Judy. "It was an incident where two gangs were systematically killed off.......by a vigilante."

Bogo gestured to a file on the desk in front of them as he continued speaking.

"I had been on the force for a few years when they occured; I was actually mentoring a young recruit at the time, a Hyena called Lee. We were called to the Rainforest District early one morning when the body of a young jaguar had been found during a routine dredging of the rivers."

Judy pulled the file off the desk and saw that it was for the infamous case. Opening it, she and Nick started studying the documents while Bogo went on with his story.

"Her husband was another jaguar by the name of Musk, the two of them lived in one of the poorer districts of Zootopia, one that had been experiencing a gang war the ZPD was struggling to contain."

Nick knew where this was going, before going straight he had lived in and around plenty of rough areas in the city. He pulled a photograph of Musk from the case file and showed it to Judy. He was in his twenties, lean, and with enough muscle to make him dangerous.

"We later learned that she had been walking home when two of the gangs involved, the Wild Hoggs and Red Bulls, started a shootout. She was caught in the crossfire and her body dumped later, although we still don't know who did it. When we told her husband, he cried out like a wounded beast, which I suppose he was."

Bogo paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, Judy and Nick looked up from the file as he fell silent. It was rare to see the buffalo like this, he was a tough mammal and that often made him seem unapproachable. But this time he seemed almost, vulnerable.

"One night members of both gangs were found strung up outside Precinct Three. They were all dead, and there was a note pinned to one of them." He explained.

Judy found the note in the file; it was just two words;
No more!

"Similar scenes started to play out all across Zootopia, every few days members of the Wild Hoggs or Red Bulls would be found dead, either strung up by the local precinct, or left in the open where their friends could see them. It didn't matter if they were a low level drug dealer or one of
their highest players, someone was hunting them."

Judy and Nick looked up as Bogo as he turned to face them.

"You can imagine the media frenzy around these events. We had papers stirring up the public, calling this mystery mammal anything from a hero to a murderer. Chief Inza, my predecessor, was under constant pressure from City Hall to find who this vigilante was and lock him up. He put my partner and me on the case." He continues.

Sitting down, the Buffalo felt weight of memories get
drawn to the surface.

"What followed was the most harrowing few weeks of my life. Lee and I scoured every street, followed every clue, tip and hunch we had, but whoever it was stayed a step ahead of us, and the bodies kept piling up. Then we caught a break, we received a tip that both the Hoggs and the Bulls were having a meeting to try and work out a way to kill this guy themselves. But this vigilante had found out about the meeting as well, and what we found haunts me to this day."

Judy pulled some photographs from the file, and both she and Nick felt their stomachs lurch. The image showed the interior of a ruined warehouse, its windows were broken and there was a hole in one of the walls. But what got their attention were the bodies of multiple mammals that lay strewn around the floor. They had all been brutally torn to pieces.

"The vigilante was Musk. We found him standing over the boar that led the Hoggs, the only one he had left alive. He was wearing some sort of black costume and mask. We tried to talk him down, but when he looked at me, I didn't see a sane mammal, I saw a savage monster. He plunged his claws into that boar before we could stop him, and then
he lunged at me."

Bogo sighed as he leant back in his chair and Judy though she saw the tiniest hint of something on his face, maybe regret? Guilt? She couldn't say.

"Lee pushed me out of the way, and Musk tore into him like tissue paper. The distraction meant I was able to tranquillize him, but it was already too late."

For a moment, it looked like the stoic Chief of the ZPD had tears in his eyes, but then he loomed over the desk at his officers, and the moment was gone.

"Vigilantes are dangerous, Musk is proof of that. They hunt, and they kill in the name of their own needs and wants. They care nothing for Justice and the letter of the law. So, tell me why I can't have Mr Allen arrested for simply being in that ridiculous costume of his?" He asked.

Silence fell as Judy and Nick formulated a response.

"With all due respect, sir," said Nick, choosing his words carefully. "I don't think we can compare Barry to Musk."

"And why is that Officer Wilde?" he snapped.

"Sir, from what you have told us, it sounds like Musk was driven mad with grief and rage. Having his wife killed and then dumped like garbage, I'm not surprised he went over the edge." Nick said.

"So you approve of his actions?" he replied, accusingly.

"I didn't say that sir," responded Nick. "What I am saying is that Musk was motivated by his grief and anger, he wanted revenge for what happened to his wife. From what both Officer Hopps and I have observed, Barry doesn't seem like the type of mammal to go around killing others."

"Can you say that with certainty officer Wilde?" replied Bogo. "He might be hiding something? With that speed of his, he could kill a room full of mammals in the time it takes you to blink."

"Again sir, you are focusing on what Musk would do and judging Barry by that standard. When I used to hustle I had to learn how to read other mammals to see if they bought what I was selling. When I speak to Barry, I don't get any of the warning signs that I've taught myself to look for. He's not out to get anyone."

Bogo snorted, before turning to Judy.

"And you agree with this assessment Officer Hopps?" He asked.

"Yes sir, I do," she replied. "Barry has saved plenty of
mammals in the short time he's been here, and I also
believe that he's very much what you see. He's a nice guy that wants to use his skills to help others in need, and if it weren't for him both Nick and I would not be standing here right now." She said.

She stood up on the chair so she could look Bogo in the eye.

"Prior to coming here, he approached us for help. He's lost sir, far from home and with nowhere to go. Even if you don't approve of his actions as a vigilante, you can at least recognize that he is a mammal in need. We would not be fulfilling our duty as officers if we did not do everything we could to help him get home." She said.

"Plus, it gets him out of your fur much sooner," added Nick.

Bogo lent back in his chair as he took in their advice,
massaging his temples to try and ease an oncoming tension headache.

"Well, you are right about one thing, I can't simply arrest him. There's that much of a stir about him over on the social media page that it would hurt us severely in the public eye. I don't normally like to play politics, but this one has me by my hooves."

With a resignated sigh, Bogo made his decision.

"I am placing Barry Allen in your custody until further notice. You are to supervise him at all times, and should you suspect him of even the slightest wrong, then you will stop him. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," they replied.

"Good," said Bogo,"Now, regarding the bank robbery you foiled this afternoon, we were able to identity that porcupine you hauled in.

Bogo reached into a drawer on his desk and pulled out another file, which he handed to Judy. Opening it, the rabbit saw it was the porcupine's criminal record.

"So, his name is Spike," said Judy as she read the
document. "But according to this he was declared dead two years ago after a gas explosion."

"Indeed," replied Bogo. "At the time we believed it was an accident, as the building he was in was being renovated. However, his reappearance has given us cause to re-open that case. Have you managed to get anything from him about where he was hiding?"

"Not yet sir," replied Judy. "He was being...difficult, so I left him to Grizzoli and Wolford."

"Good move, if anyone can break him it's those two." He said.

He turned his attention to Nick.

"In the meantime, Wilde, I want you to run a few of your own contacts. If he's been lying low then it may be difficult to find him through official channels." Bogo said.

"Understood, sir," replied Nick.

"Good, I also want you to go down to the Crime Lab, we were able to examine Spike before he came around, and they should have something by now." Bogo said. He Saluting their superior, Judy and Nick left Bogos office.

"You going to talk to Finnick?" asked Judy, as they made their way back to the front desk.

"You know me so well," replied Nick.
Judy grinned.

"Finn keeps those big ears of his to the ground," continued the fox. "If anyone has got the slightest hint of Spike and his new ability, then he'll know, or at least put us on the right path."

"Excellent..." Judy trailed off as they entered the lobby, and Nick soon saw why.

A crowd of mammals were tightly gathered around the dispatch desk, howling and cheering at something. Sharing a confused look, the two officers approached the group and pushed their way through to the front, taking in the scene before them. Barry and Clawhauser were sitting across from one another at the desk; between them were two boxes of over a dozen doughnuts of assorted flavors.

Nick looked up at the elephant they were stood next to.

"What's going on Francine?" He asked.

"Clawhauser just got challenged to a doughnut eating contest by the alien you brought in. We've been taking bets on who's going to win. My moneys on Clawhauser, no mammal can beat him when it comes to his favourite food."

Nick shared a glance with his partner.

"Ten bucks says the alien wins," he said, offering a paw.

Francine shook it with her trunk.

"Done."

Officer McHorn lumbered up to the desk; seizing up both contenders before raising an arm.

"On your marks," he said. "Get set......GO!"

As soon as he dropped his arm, both Barry and Clawhauser tore into the doughnut boxes like a pair of starving wildebeest, the pastries disappearing such a rate that they couldn't tell if Clawhauser had somehow gained a portion of Barrys power. One box was finished and another brought out, then another
and another, both sides not backing down in the slightest. However, in the end, one of them had to break.

Clawhauser was already looking green after his third box, by the fourth he was sweating and by the fifth he looked about ready to throw up. As the sixth box was brought up, he took one chocolate covered treat in his cubby paws, only to immediately drop it and make a mad dash for the bathroom. A combination of cheers and disappointed 'awws' went through the crowd as McHorn lifted Barry's arm up and declared him the winner. Nick couldn't help but smirk as he collected his winnings from Francine. As the assembled police officers broke up, some going to check on Clawhauser, Nick and Judy approached him.

"Hi guys," he said, not showing any ill effects. "

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes," replied Judy. "Did you really just beat Clawhauser at a doughnut eating contest?"

"Err, yeah," he replied. "In my defence he did agree to it."

"I think this might finally be what puts him on that diet he's always talking about," said Nick, counting his winnings Judy rolled her eyes.

"Well, we've got some good new, you aren't being
arrested." Judy said in delight.

"I'm sensing there's a catch." Barry said.

"I'm afraid so, Bogo has put you in our custody," she
motioned to herself and Nick.

"So I'm afraid you can't just run off anymore." She said.

"Oh, that's not so bad," he said.

"You seem like a nice couple." Barry said.

That sent the two mammals into blushing, Stammering protests.

"He's not-"

"She's not-"

"We're not-"

Barry held up his hands.

"Whoa, sorry, I didn't realise you weren't a thing.
They stopped talking, and an awkward silence fell.

"So..." said Barry, eager to move on.

"What's next?

"Well," said Nick. "We could just leave you with one of us, but Bogo never did specify that you couldn't follow us while we work this case."

He shot Judy a knowing look.

"That's. true," replied Judy. "But powers or not, he's still technically a civilian, and there are rules about bringing them along on an investigation.

"Actually," said Barry. "Fighting crime is both my night,and day job, I'm a CSI.'"

"It's true, Carrots, heard it myself during Bogos
interrogation. Plus, if we run into any more surprises like Spike, he can back us up."

Judy had to concede that point, Spike might be one of a kind, but then again, he might not. This was unknown territory for them, but not Barry, which would make his insight invaluable.

"Alright, if you are a CSI, then let's put those skills to use." Judy said.