Hola, mis amigos! I know it's been a while since I've written a GMD story, so bear with me here. I may be a bit rusty. Hopefully you will all enjoy! Read on, MacDuff!

London 1899

"Mrs. Judson, I told you, I'm fine. I can fold the towels no problem."

It was a quiet night at 221 ½ Baker Street. The great detective Basil Benson, aka Basil of Baker Street, was out on a case with his sleuthing partner Dr. David Q Dawson. As they were out, Basil's wife Danielle was being coddled by Mrs. Deirdre Judson, the couple's landlady and housekeeper.

"I know, dearie, I know, but in your condition, you need to rest up and take care of yourself," the elder mouse told the young one.

"Mrs. J, I'm pregnant. I'm not dying of the Plague," Danielle reminded her.

"Just want to take care of you, lovey." Mrs. Judson helped Danielle sit on an armchair and patted her head. "You rest here, I'll go fetch you a pot of tea and some fresh cheese crumpets." She went into the other room, leaving the expectant mother alone.

Danielle smiled and shook her head as she rubbed the slight bulge in her stomach. "You certainly have her waiting on me hand and foot, don't you, little one?" She smiled as she felt a sort of warmth emanating from her belly, as if the baby growing inside her was telling her how much it appreciated how well she was caring for it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Danielle prepared to get up and answer it, but Mrs. Judson hurried in. "Don't move a muscle, Danielle dear. I'll answer it." Danielle nodded and giggled. She craned her neck to see who was at the door, but all she could see was the landlady talking to the open door. "Good evening, sir. May I help you?" No answer. "Um…well, would you care to come in and wait for Mr. Basil?" The mysterious man must have nodded yes, because the next thing Danielle knew, Mrs. Judson was leading a tall, muscular figure into the room. The man was wearing a black hooded cloak, so his face was not seen. All Danielle could make out was a sharp nose, a pair of white gloved hands, a pair of black shoes and a scaly rat tail.

"Why don't you have a seat, sir?" Mrs. Judson suggested. The mysterious guest nodded and sat down across from Danielle. "I'm sure Basil will be back soon. He'll help you with…whatever issue you are having." The landlady chuckled nervously and left the room.

Danielle looked over at the guest, who had still not removed his hood to show his face. "Um, hello, sir. I'm Danielle, Basil's wife." The guest responded by nodding a greeting. "My, you are a tall, well-built fellow, aren't you? By any chance, are you at least part rat?" The guest nodded. "Ah, well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm one-fourth rat myself. My father was half rat." She sighed. "My poor father…he died a few years ago. He was the last family I had…up until I married Basil, that is." Danielle chuckled. "You've probably heard of my father. Professor Padraic Ratigan. I know it seems odd to marry your father's greatest enemy, but no one tells you who to fall in love with, right? And besides, he once told me himself that a father's first responsibility is to make sure his children are happy…and I'm VERY happy with Basil."

The guest sighed wistfully. "Are you all right, sir?" Danielle asked. "You…seem upset about something."

"I'm…just so proud of you," the mysterious guest replied.

Danielle's eyes widened. That voice…it couldn't be. Could it? The guest sighed and removed the hood from his face, revealing…

"Daddy?"

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!

So it looks like Ratigan survived his little fall from Big Ben. How did he do it? Next chapter will explain things.

LOL, I apologize if I made Mrs. Judson seem a bit overbearing and coddling, but I could see her being a nurturer, especially to her beloved foster daughter-in-law who's having a baby. Yeah, I always had Mrs. J think of Basil as a son of sorts...maybe I'm just weird.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you soon for the next chap!

All my best, DiscordantPrincess.