Disclaimer: I DON'T own the Great Mouse Detective, all rights go to Disney and Eve Titus. The only thing that my co-writer, bajy, and I own are our OCs.

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Episode 1:

It all Begins

It was a quiet night on Baker Street, the year 1899. Nothing was really happening at the moment but that was kind of the problem from of the residents on that street. Boredom, was something he absolutely hated when there was no cases to solve and no experiments to conduct. Especially for the one and only basil of baker street. He detested boredom more than any mouse out there, when not in any sort of activity he would go into one of his dark moods, much like the famous human detective who lived above his flat would. Though he had managed to relieve himself of some of it by playing his violin, that alone did not always help. Ever since the Flaversham case, he had been getting more and more cases then one could imagine, after the downfall of his arch enemy, Professor Ratigan, things have been a little more peaceful, though that did not mean that the streets of London were entirely safe. There were still criminals out there, lurking about, causing mayhem and strife to the good people of London. But it seems that tonight was going to be a quiet one. Deep down inside, Basil wanted something, anything to happen soon. Anything to relieve himself of this dreadful cloud of boredom hanging above his head. Well, little did he know that he was about to get more than what he bargained for. While Basil finally decided to do something, that something was playing his violin, there was a knock at the door. Basil was too busy playing to notice it so after the second knock, Basil's trusted partner, Dr. David Q. Dawson answered it as he exited the kitchen. The good doctor opened the door to see Inspector Lestrade, from the Scotland Yard there.

"Why, good evening, Inspector." Dawson greeted and shook the other mouse's hand.

"Good evening to you too, Doctor." The Inspector smiled, but then quickly asked: "Is Basil here? There's something I must speak to him about."

"Why of course, right this way, inspector." The good doctor said as he let the chief inspector of the mouse Scotland yard police inside before shutting the door. The two mice soon came into the sitting room where our fair detective, who still had not notice the presence of the inspector, was playing his violin, off in his own little world. That was until dawson brought him back to reality.

"Basil?" Spoke the doctor, trying to get his friend/partner's attention.

"Hmm?" He asked, eyes still closed as he was still playing his violin.

"There's someone here to see you." Dawson answered. The detective opened his eyes when the doctor said that, when he saw the inspector with him, he stopped playing his stringed instrument.

"Aw, inspector Leroton, what brings you here to baker street this evening?" He asked a he set his instrument back on the stand on the table by his chair.

"It's Lestrade, actually, but never mind that." The inspector said. "There's something that's been going on around London, and it's very strange. You see..." Inspector Lestrade was looking for the words that could describe what happened. "...There's been a helper in London."

"A helper?" Basil asked, curious.

"Yes, a helper. You see it was during a recent chase on a robbery and kidnapping. We almost lost them when...when she showed up." The Inspector trailed off in thought.

"She?" Dawson asked curiously as Basil, who raise a brow at this, sat in his chair and as the doctor offered the inspector his seat, which he accepted.

"Hmm...inspector, why don't you start from the beginning? Tell us everything, even the slightest detail may be of help." He said to him. He too was curious like his friend. The inspector sighed as he began. "Alright, it happened almost two days ago, during that case I was talking about. We spotted the criminals in the alley right by the old antique shop as they were coming out the backway. when they saw us they scattered, one of them, the muscle of the group, going back inside to get the hostages, most likely to either kill or take the hostages with them, while the rest of them fled. three of my men went inside to rescue the mice they kidnapped, while my other two men and I went after the others. The chase was long and they kept throwing obstacles in our way to slow us down, but we kept on going. But soon we fell into a net trap they had up set up ahead of time. They laughed at our foolery for falling for their trap. It made the skin under my fur boil for having not seen this coming. They were about to flee from the scene, that is until..."

"...Until this helper you mentioned soon arrived?" Basil ask, completing the last part of the inspector's sentence. Inspector Lestrade nodded his head.

"Yes, I'll tell you, Basil, that woman...she's unlike any other female I've encountered."

"What do you mean by that?" Dawson asked as he too raised a brow at this like Basil did.

"When she suddenly appeared out of nowhere...well, what happened next was so fast, but I could still keep track of what was going on. The criminals thought that they could easily subdue her as they surrounded her, oh how wrong they were. One of the men attempt to tackle her, but she quickly outfoxed him as she grabbed his arm and literally tossed him over her shoulder as he soon went crashing into the next men behind her making them both hit the ground, knocking them both out. I'll tell you this, for a women as skinny and slender as her, she was much stronger then she seem to be. The other men were stunned at first, but they soon snapped out of it as they all tried to outwit her, but the tables soon turned as she outwitted them. One by one with such speed, accuracy, and even with such grace and elegance.

"One of them she knocked out after rapidly kicking the guy the guy who had two daggers out trying to stab her, I'm just surprise he did not have any broken bones after that. The second one she faced jumped at her, but she simply took a side step as he literally went crashing into the wall she was standing in front of, literally knocking himself out, his head wasn't cracked from that but it did leave a nasty scratch on his forehead.

"The next two soon came charging at her, but she had anticipated that they would do that as she kicked one guy in the face and punch the other on the same place at the same time, hard. The two stumbled backwards as they yelled at her in rage, saying at the same time, YOU LITTLE TWERP! YOU ALMOST DISLOCATED MY JAW! They came charging at her again, this time in a full on rage, but she simply sighed at this. Just as the two were about to ram her, she leapt, I'm not kidding, leapt high into the air, about 6-7 feet up as the two men rammed into each very hard as their faces slammed into each other before they both slid to the ground, falling unconscious as the young women landed gracefully on the ground next to them.

"And the last guy? He had a pistol in his hand, aimed at her head, she saw this and stood still, but only for a few moments as the guy smirked at her in a cocky manner, not realizing that she had an idea in mind as her tail grabbed a nearby empty crippled up soda can before she flung it at him. The man was distracted for a few short moments as he shot at the can twice, giving the young women an opening as she charged right at him, full speed as she quickly knocked the gun out of his hands and grabbed his right arm and twisted it before she was soon behind him, still holding his arm, as the man soon found himself in a position where if he made a wrong move then he would break his arm, and just as the guy started his protests and rantings, she soon knocked him out with a Vulcan nerve pinch with the hand that was not occupying his arm as he fell to the ground with a loud thud." Dawson was shocked after the inspector told his story. He was truly baffled by the events. Basil, on the other hand, raised his eyebrow, a little skeptical about this

"And you saw all this happen?" The detective asked. "Even when you said it was too fast for you to see?" The inspector nodded his head.

"I swear this woman, she didn't seem bad, but I can't be sure." Inspector Lestrade looked up at Basil. "That's why I'm here, I want you to help me find out who she is." This was pretty strange indeed. However, he could never say no to case, especially ones as strange and intriguing as this. And this new case may just be the thing to relieve him of this boredom he had been enduring this past week.

"I shall accept your case, my dear inspector." He told him as his decision had been made. The inspector smiled at this a he nodded. "Thank you Basil. It would really help us a lot." He told him, glad that he had accepted his case. Knowing that when a case came his way, he would never turn it down.

"You are quite welcome, inspector. Now then, before you leave here, did you, by chance, happen to notice this young woman's attire? Anything distinctive about her? It may help us in this new case." Basil asked of him as Dawson, who had a note pad and pencil in his hands, was writing down notes that they can look back on for later use in the future.

"Attire? Hmm...Let's see..." Inspector Lestrade thought for a moment, trying to remember anything of what the woman wore. "If I'm right...I think I saw her wearing a purple masquerade mask, with a long black scarf."

"Well, that doesn't really help us much." Basil huffed. "But it'll do for now."

"If that is all detective, then I bid you and your partner goodnight." The inspector said as he arose from the chair.

The men said their goodbyes as the inspector made his way towards the door, almost bumping into Mrs. Judson who had been at the store earlier that evening to buy groceries. As he let the flat, the landlady turn toward her two tenants curiosity.

"What's going on?" She asked the two gentlemice.

"A new case has come up, and the inspector has request to us to help him solve it." Dawson answered her as he put the note pad and pencil back in his suit jacket pocket.

"Oh, what sort of new case is it?" She asked him as Dawson came over to the landlady to help her with the groceries. The doctor proceeded to telling her what he, Basil and the inspector were talking about and the topic of the case as the two made their way toward the kitchen to put the groceries away. Leaving the detective alone with his thoughts. Basil took out his pipe and lit it, smoking. It helped him think a bit faster. Whomever this woman was, Basil was determined to find out her identity. Who was she? Is she a friend? Or foe? Why did she help the police? Why so elusive? What does she have to hide? How is it that a mere stranger, a woman to be precise, was able to take out all of those criminals so fast and doing it single handily all by herself without even batting an eyelash?

These were the questions he was asking, and none of which he had the answer for yet. Well, whatever the answer may be, he was going to solve this case no matter how long it took. But little did he nor any of his friends knew that this was going to be the start of a new unforgettable adventure. And that soon, Basil's life was about to change forever.