"Staring contest"

Judy was neck-deep in reports. Her job was to document every single investigation she and Nick had done. She made the mistake to make it pile up and now she was rushing to finish until the deadline. Which was today. She massaged her temple while she scribbled furiously. She had been working all morning and she had barely got through one-third of her reports.

While she was focused on her work she suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that she was being watched. At first, she tried to ignore it because she was in a building full of officers, of course there will be a few glances on her, but she couldn't shake the creeping feeling running up her spine.

Her pencil stopped and her eyes slowly strayed upward. She flinched when she saw Nick, staring at her. He was holding his sleepy-gaze while he had his chin propped up against the seat of his rolling chair. He was sitting the wrong way, with his body facing against the back rest of the chair.

"Hey Whiskers-" he sang giving her a smirk. She rolled her eyes and went back to writing.

"Aren't you supposed to be writing your reports?" She said annoyed. She heard the wheels of his chair squeaked from him moving back in forth in place.

"Just finished up." He answered.

"How?!" She demanded, scribbling furiously from the insight that Nick Wilde, the slacker, actually managed to finish before her.

"I actually typed it up on my phone after each job we had, so I don't have to deal with this mess." He said eyeing the amount of pages Judy still needs to finish. He placed his paw on the table, his finger rolling the extra pencil she had in front of her. The constant rhythm of the wooden pencil running against her wooden desk made her paw hit the solid oak.

"Nick! Please I'm trying to concentrate!"

He pulled his paw away calmly."Someone is a little cranky from being a procrastinator." He said smugly, she let out a huff and continued writing.

She thought he would eventually get bored and roll away on his chair and annoy Clawhaser but instead he refused to move. She was happy that he sat there silently, while that did made her a little uneasy by what he might be planning, she felt his eyes on her.

She found herself writing slowly, unconsciously nibbling her lower lip and rubbing her small fingers against her forehead. She slowly glance up quickly to find that he was in fact back to staring at her again.

"Stop that." She muttered.

"Stop what?" He said with an innocent voice.

"Nick come on-I'm really trying to work and I can't concentrate with you... "looking" at me."

She began writing on a new page of paper, hearing Nick sigh softly.

"Can't." He replied quickly.

"Why not?" She sighed heavily. She was ready to move into the ladies room for escape.

"Because...You're beautiful to look at."

She stopped and look up at him, wondering if she heard him right. He blinked, still holding his gaze and lovable smirk. She blushed and went back to working. Saying nothing to Nick, making him stay where he was.