"Goodbye.", Olivia said one last time before leaving with her father for Scotland.

The whole train ride to her homeland was filled with thoughts of Basil, her true hero. She could talk of nothing but him to her father and friends when she got back home.

"You would not even believe your eyes if you saw what he did!'', she said to her old best friend, Claire.

"When I was in that bottle, and he and Dr. Dawson were strapped down on that rat trap, I thought we were done for!" She slid her hand across her throat for emphasis. "Then Basil started laughing and said "We'll set the trap off now!" I thought for sure he was barking mad! But when he did and the ax came down and cut the ropes off of him and Dr. Dawson and this big metal thing came down and popped me out of the bottle! Then I was flying through the air!" Olivia cut off and did somersaults. "Whoosh! And then I landed in Basil's arm as he said "Smile everyone!" And a camera flashed!''

"Wow!", Claire gushed. "When are you gonna see him again?'' Olivia's shoulders sunk. She hadn't thought about that. "I don't know..." she said mournfully.

That evening, she asked her father when they could go to visit Basil again.

"Oh, I don't know about that Olivia..." he answered awkwardly.

"But, I thought he and I were friends." she pouted. She had to see him sometime. He did save her life, after all. "Maybe we will, ...someday." He said, trying to comfort her.

"Yeah, someday." Although she knew this meant 'never'.

One dreary day, Olivia was playing with the new dancing ballerina her father made to replace the old one that that no good old Ratigan had squeezed to death. All of a sudden, Mr. Flaversham burst into her room with a big smile on his face. She noticed he had something behind his back.

"Daddy, what's that?"

"It's a surprise!"

"What is it? What is it?!"

Mr. Flaversham chuckled at his easily excited daughter. "Close your eyes."

Olivia peeked through her hands. "Uh ah, no peeking!" she giggled.

"OK. Open your eyes!'

There, in her father's hands, was a letter from Basil, the great mouse detective.

She quickly tore it open and read it aloud.

Dear Miss Flaversham, or perhaps Miss Flamhanger,

Whatever. Dawson told me it's Flaversham, but one can never be quite sure. Anyways, I've written you for something of the utmost importance. I've gotten new client that has reported her emerald ring stolen. What's more curious is that it was stolen the same day you were taken by Ratigan. I know it was an unpleasant situation for you, but must inquire for you to remember if you saw any of Ratigan's lackey's with such an item or even heard any of them talking about it or any of there plans. Miss Flaversham, if you do this for me I will forever be in your debt.

Sincerely,

Basil of Baker street

Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever, but clean criticism is welcome! Also, this IS a Basil/Olivia fic, so stay clear if you don't like this pairing. Of course, it will start out friendship and then later it will be romance. So enjoy!