You were Nick's close friend. You worked with him, always solving cases with him. You were too kind for him, Is what he thought. He wad sly, cunning.. unlike you, who were sweet and attentive. He didn't know how you did it, really.

..which leads to now. It was around 5 or 6 PM, He was chilling on the couch. Eating his favorite chips, watching the news, relaxing. For once! Nothing could go wrong!...until you call him.

he wiped the crumbs on his shirt, sighing. He answered the phone, clicking his tongue as you instantly started ranting about the new case that was on the news. Typical.

he got up, phone to ear. "It really isn't something we should butt in. I mean.. if the chief finds out, we won't be able to work together. It's just a sign." he mused slyly, opening the door to leave and seeing you standing right there. Damnit.

he sighed as you hung up. He leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms. He raised an eyebrow at the comment you passed about his messy home, his tail quickly raising to hide your view of the inside. "A fox is normally messy. Nothing new here." he half grumbled, not actually angry.