Disclaimer: I don't own the Great Mouse Detective; Disney does. If I owned it, why the heck would I be writing fanfiction?
Chapter 1
Through the fog and mist of London, two mice ran.
"Hurry up, Dawson!"
The taller figure loped along, half-dragging the shorter mouse by the wrist. Both panted from the exertion.
"Hello, Basil."
The pair skidded to a halt in front of a group of large thugs, though none were so intimidating as their leader, Ignatius Drebber. He towered over the duo now like a smoky mountain.
Basil nodded cooly at the villain.
"Drebber. I see you brought some friends." He looked backwards at the thugs, who were busy tying his wrists and his friend's behind their backs.
"I see you have backup as well."
The villain glanced over Basil's stubby, overweight companion disdainfully; Dawson bristled under Drebber's gaze.
"At last, I have met the famous Basil of Baker Street," Drebber snarled, words dripping with sarcasm. "Your career has reached its end, detective."
Basil was unfazed by the threat. His companion, however, looked shaken.
"What could be keeping Lestrade?" Dawson thought anxiously.
Drebber whipped around like a tornado and held a gun at Basil's forehead.
"I won't waste any more of your time, detective."
He smiled cruelly.
"Goodbye, Basil of Baker Street."
He reached for the trigger.
"No!"
The doctor lashed out, kicking Drebber's arm just as he fired the gun. The shot missed Basil completely...
And hit Dawson.
The thundering echo of the gunshot attracted the attention of Lestrade and his team. Dawson remained conscious long enough to see them surround Drebber and his minions.
He heard Basil's stunned whisper.
"Dawson..."
Then everything went black.