This is a third and possibly final request written for IvyValentine1. Enjoy!

"Fidget," Olivia said, "Do you want to go with me to play with Toby?"

"I would like to, Livy, but I can't," Fidget sighed, "Besides, your dad and I are going to finish building a bubble machine."

"You can go, Olivia," her father said. He recalled hearing when Olivia was looking for Basil by herself, but eventually gave up and found a boot to cry in until Dawson decided to help her. He knew because Basil and Dawson told him this.

"Maybe I'll play with Toby when we're done," Fidget said, then added with another sigh, "If I'm not so tired after building this thing."

"Okay, I'll call Basil," Olivia announced. After all, it is important to let others know where one is going. She picked up the phone and dialed the number.

In the living room, sitting in his favorite chair, Basil answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, Basil," she said, "Is Toby available? Because I'd like to play with him."

"Yes, but is Fidget coming with you?" Basil asked.

"No, he's busy helping my daddy build the bubble machine, so it's just me. He might come over when he's done."

Basil thought for a moment. He remembered a time when Dawson brought the lost girl over to his flat. She was alone at first, but not until the good old doctor came in to her rescue. To this day, he still recollected the little girl who touched his heart as she did the doctor. "Oh, well, in that case, see you then. Cheerio!"

"Bye, Basil!" Olivia giggled, amused by his goodbye and hung up the phone. "Well, I'm heading out.

"Have fun, my bairn!" Mr. Flaversham said.

"Bye, Livy!" Fidget called.

"Bye, Daddy! Bye, Fidget!" Olivia said before heading out. "See you later!"

…

The little girl mouse was just enjoying her walk on a nice sunny day. Just then, out of nowhere, a butterfly flew right before her, landing on her nose. The butterfly had wanted her to follow it.

Excited, Olivia chased it with her own heart on her merry way to Baker Street. After crossing the road, she stopped. Was she going the right way? She fished out her map from her pocket to see if she was on the right track. To her relief, she was. Maybe that mischievous butterfly wanted to trick her into going the wrong direction.

Be that as it may, she pushed the thought aside and slid the map back into her coat pocket and continued walking, focusing on visiting Basil, Dawson, and Toby.

She walked on, minding her own business when a stranger offered her candy. She liked candy, but she was smarter than taking candy from strangers. "No, thank you," she calmly declined and moved on. The man seemed polite, but she had better things to do than talking to strangers or worse being tricked by them.

Suddenly, as Olivia skipped past the ally, a dog lunged in front of her, growling menacingly. "Nice doggy." Thinking quickly, she grabbed a cheese crumpet from her coat pocket and fetched it to him, luring him away from her. Yet the dog was not going to give up. She ran with as much speed as she could muster until she scraped her knee against the sidewalk. She shrieked in pain, clutching onto her hurt knee when a snarling dog carrying fellow detectives, Basil and Dawson arrived just when she thought all hope was lost within her. The ally dog yipped and dashed out of sight for good.

Olivia sighed with relief that her friends saved her.

"Looks like you were going the right way, Miss Flinflan!" Basil said.

"Basil!" the girl beamed at her rescuer.

Dawson slide off Toby and rushed over to her side. "Olivia, dear, can I see your knee?"

"It…it's…it's fine, Dr. Dawson," she replied, trying to ignore the pain, "Just scraped."

"Please remove your hands," he ordered, "Doctor's orders."

Motivated by the good doctor's orders, she uncovered her wounded knee.

"We must take her to our flat at once," Dawson said.

"It shall be done," Basil agreed and Dawson with Olivia climbed onto Toby's back and held her on their way to Baker Street.

…

Dawson carefully dabbed ointment on Olivia's scraped knee. Olivia winced a little at the pain as he'd done so. Then, he wrapped the bandage around her knee. "There," he said, "It'll heal in at least three to seven days."

"Thank you, Dawson," said Olivia. "I'll try to be careful next time."

"It wasn't deep," Dawson told her. "So it wouldn't take long to heal."

Mrs. Judson, Basil's housekeeper was carrying a plate of cheese crumpets and tea. "Oh, goodness!" she exclaimed, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Mrs. Judson," Olivia replied.

"She tripped over the sidewalk while she was being chased by a dog," Basil said. "He wouldn't leave her alone."

"I didn't know what else to do except give him a cheese crumpet!" Olivia wailed. "I guess it wasn't smart, was it?"

"You did all you could, my dear," Dawson assured her, patting her shoulder.

"There is another way to go to my place faster," Basil stated.

Olivia turned to the detective in shock. "There is?"

"That way you don't have to walk near the ally where all the bad dogs are."

"I have a map in my coat pocket."

"Which pocket?" Basil, who was already by her coat asked.

"Right pocket."

Basil fished for the map and took it in his fingers. He opened it and with a quill pen, he drew a line from her house to the street, past the boot to Baker Street. He handed the map back to Olivia.

"Thank you, Basil. I'll try that next time."

"It's my pleasure, Miss Flanjin," Basil said with a wink.

"Dawson, can I still play with Toby in this condition?" asked Olivia.

"Why, yes, but be careful," Dawson warned.

Olivia nodded. "I will," she promised.

…

That night, Mr. Flaversham and Fidget were following Olivia's footprints.

The butterfly returned, but this time, it landed on Fidget's nose, making him giggle. "Do you know where Livy is?" he asked.

The butterfly flew off his nose and shrugged.

"Oh, you don't, huh?"

"Fidget, are you ready to keep going?" Mr. Flaversham urged gently. "Or are you tired after a day's work?"

"A little of both, Papa," Fidget replied and they followed more footprints in the alley, where the dog almost attacked Olivia until they heard a shout from outside Baker Street. "Flaversham! Fidget!" It was Basil. "Come this way!"

Fidget and Olivia's father did as they were told.

Inside the Baker Street home, where Sherlock Holmes lived Fidget asked, "Basil, where's Livy?"

"Over here," replied Basil, pointing to Olivia rubbing Toby's belly, giggling with Dawson at her side.

Fidget, who worked so hard on helping Mr. Flaversham build the bubble machine, chose to join in the fun. Rubbing a dog's belly was a stress reliever from all the hard work.

Fidget, Olivia, and Dawson continued rubbing Toby's belly until Dawson and Olivia told everything Fidget what happened in her day, including her scraped knee.

"How did that happen?" Mr. Flaversham asked.

"A dog chased me, but Toby saved me by growling at him," Olivia replied.

"I should've come with, but I was busy," Fidget admitted.

"I'm sure you were busy bees," Olivia mused.

"We were," Mr. Flaversham stated, "And most of all, we're glad you're alright." He hugged his daughter.

Fidget yawned. "That we are. Goodnight." With that, he fell to the floor, asleep.

Toby sniffed him to see if he was alright.

"Don't worry, Toby, old boy," Basil encouraged, "He's fine; he's just exhausted from working on that bubble machine with Flaversham." Basil gently rubbed the sleeping bat's back without waking him up. Fidget couldn't wake up, anyway, since he was that tired. Olivia and the others joined Basil in rubbing Fidget's back and in that moment, they spent the night at Toby's.

…

The next morning, after breakfast, Dawson asked Olivia, "Olivia, do you want me to change your bandage?"

Olivia nodded.

Dawson set Olivia on a chair and unwrapped her leg. He dabbed the ointment on her leg. It hurt a little, but not as much as the day before. Lastly, Dawson undid the bandage and wrapped it around her leg. "Should be better within a day or two," he said.

"Thank you," Olivia said and she, Fidget, and her father bade their goodbyes to Basil, Dawson, and Toby. Fidget, Olivia, and her father followed the butterfly all the way home without a fuss.

…

Later, Fidget, Olivia, and her dad were eating dinner.

"Olivia, may I check on your leg?" Mr. Flaversham offered.

"Yes, father," she replied earnestly.

Mr. Flaversham got off the table and helped her to a chair. He slowly unwrapped the bandage and noticed that her leg didn't bleed as much. He put ointment on his daughter's knee and enfolded the bandage around it.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"Pop, can I help next time?" Fidget suggested.

"You certainly can, Fidget," Mr. Flaversham said, accepting the bat's help.

Fidget smiled, feeling included.

"I'd be more than happy for Fidget to help me," Olivia said truthfully.

"Oh, good!"

…

The next day, it was Fidget's turn to unbandage and rebandage Olivia's scraped knee. Mr. Flaversham instructed him to put ointment on Olivia's knee before covering her knee and showed him how to bandage it until Fidget took it from there. "Thanks, Dad," Fidget said.

"It's a pleasure, Fidget," Flaversham said, "And her leg should heal in less than a day."

"Yay!" Olivia cheered and Fidget was so happy, he picked her up to hug her.

"You're going to be all better soon, Olivia!" Fidget beamed and he and the girl rubbed noses with each other, giggling.

…

On the third day, Mr. Flaversham and Fidget unstrapped Olivia's knee and to their relief, her knee healed. They came over to Basil's that day and Olivia said, "Basil. Dawson. My knee's all better."

"Congratulations!" Basil exclaimed.

"I see that," Dawson said, examining her knee. "Jolly good."

The End

Author's note: I hope you like it IvyValentine1.