Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Great Mouse Detective or any of its characters. I am just a fan who is having fun with the GMD universe. I am not making any money off this. The only characters I claim as mine are the OCs. That means Brittany (and possibly Tiffany and Celestria, depending).

This is the sequel to 'The Universal Balance". It's called 'Basil and the Amazing Miniature Girl'. Enjoy.

Prologue

Brittany opened her eyes to screaming; Ratigan's screaming. It all came back to her in a flash. That stupid rat had grabbed her and messed up Celestria's spell. What a jerk. She looked down and felt queasy at the rapidly approaching earth. She had to do something now, but she had to get away from Ratigan first.

"You've got to do something!" the rat screamed against the air rushing by them, carrying his words far from her ears.

Brittany looked into his eyes as she broke away from him. She saw his fear as he fell below and the flames wrapped around her, slowing her fall. She instantly felt guilty. She had no right to decide whether this rat would live or die. She wasn't God. She couldn't let anyone die; even if they were a fiend like him.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and the flames disappeared. Feeling sick from her acrophobia, she fell faster until she caught up with Ratigan by reducing her air resistance.

She caught up to him and held out her hand. "Grab on!"

He held on to her arms for dear life as she once again opened her eyes and looked down. The flames appeared again to slow her fall…and Ratigan's.

Ratigan stared at the girl in silence as they neared the ground. She had saved his life, despite what he had tried to do. As they touched the ground, he broke free and ran away. He was too confused at the present and he needed to get together his henchmen and start planning his revenge against Basil.

Brittany stared numbly after the fog soaked rodent. Then, she became angry with herself. Why!? Why had she saved that evil rat? Nothing good would come of this, of that she was sure. Yet, when she thought about it, she felt good about what she had done, and that scared her.

She couldn't dwell any more on this now. She began to move away from the base at Big Ben. She had to get help and—as much as it annoyed her—she knew exactly who to get it from.

Basil and Dawson arrived back and thudded to the floor. The noise drew the attention of Mrs. Judson. "Finally back, are you?" she said, "well, it's about time."

"Why, whatever do you mean, Mrs. Judson?" Basil asked his housekeeper. "We only just stepped out."

"Stepped out, you say?" Mrs. Judson said. "You've been gone for a couple of days. Next time, a warning would be nice."

Dawson turned to Basil. "Two days! I thought that sorceress girl was going to put us back where she got us from."

"She did, Dawson," Basil told his friend in front of the clearly confused Mrs. Judson. "This is the place where we were last. The only difference is the time. It's a good thing I routinely step out without a word as to where I'm going, or else Scotland Yard might have been troubled with the case of our disappearance."

"Well, as much as I'll miss the adventure, I'm looking forward to a few days of normal for a while," Dawson said. "After all, Ratigan's gone and—"

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Dawson. Both mice turned to listen as Mrs. Judson went to answer the door. It was a female mouse wearing a green dress and hat. She appeared to be quite upset. Basil, sensing another case, went over to speak with her. Dawson, ever the loyal companion, followed. He too was curious as to why the mouse in green was so upset.

And that is the prologue. It'll get better later on, trust me. Especially in the next chapter. Anyway, this will be more mystery than the last one, but I am still going to have some fantasy elements. Anyway, until next time.