Um…hello everyone…I am NightmareBeforeChristmasFreak…well duh, you probably all figured that out when you looked at the pen name…anyway, I recently became interested in detective shows, and movies. Along with Monk, Great Mouse Detective has become one of those interests, so…this is my attempt to write a GMD story. I do greatly appreciate constructive criticism, and if you got any ideas, please…throw them at me…but not literally.

Just to tell you guys, I'm opening the beginning of this story with the ending of the Great Mouse Detective; you know where Dawson's speaking at the end? You probably remember. Hope you all enjoy!

From that time on, Basil and I were a close team, and over the years, we had many cases together. But I shall always look back on that first with the most fondness: my introduction to Basil of Baker Street, the Great Mouse Detective.

Of coarse there was another case that I remember all to well. It occurred three years after I first met my good friend Basil. As I said, we had already done many cases together, and well; I had gotten to know Basil quite well.

As I got to know Basil more, I discovered more of his… unique ways of detective work. I also came to find, to my great surprise, that he was at the young age of 32 when I had first met him. 32! How young he was, and yet already had the mind of a mouse twice his age, perhaps even more so!

Ah, yes but back to the case! It was three years after I met Basil that we solved a case together I would remember for many years to come, for we not only discovered the reappearance of an old enemy, but discovered the appearance of a young lady mouse who would forever change Basil's life…

London 1900

"Oh Mr. Basil of Baker Street! How can I ever repay you?" An elderly mouse asked a much taller and younger mouse then herself.

"Just try not to leave priceless paintings around, Miss. Raven."

"Oh I will sir! I will!" She said. She then walked back into her house gently closing the door behind her leaving Basil and Dawson out in the night of London.

"Well done Basil! You know I'll never understand, how you're able to solve cases such as these." Dawson exclaimed to his friend as the to made there was down the street.

"It's elementary my dear Dawson! You see I merely…uh!" He said as hooded figures suddenly bumped next to him walking past him. "How very rude! Well… I think one crime for today is enough. Perhaps when we get home I'll play a few notes on my violin…but I'm rather tired I …Dawson?"

"Yes Basil?"

"Have you seen my money pouch? I swear I had it right here in my pocket." He said looking through the pockets in his coat. "How peculiar…" Suddenly Basil looked up and noticed the hooded figure only a few yards a head of them.

"Hmmm…. a pick-pocket no doubt." Basil whispered to Dawson. "Excuse me!" Basil cried out. The hooded figure turned it's head, but Basil couldn't' see the face.

"Yes you! Stay right where you are!" But as Basil started to walk towards the strange-cloaked figure, but the moment it noticed Basil approaching, it ran.

"Ah ha!" He shouted and he too started to run. He chased the figure quickly while Dawson was left waddling behind. The figure was fast, but as Basil gained speed on it, he came closer. Finally he was with in reach of the figure and grabbed its thin arm.

"Ha ha! Now I've got you." He turned the figure around, but to his great surprise he saw a girl mousses face. As she ripped her arm from his long hands and stepped back, he got a better look at her. She had dark brown fur, and a long snout, much like his own except hers was more curved and was smaller, and at the tip of her snout was her small black nose, but that was all he could deduce, for the rest of her was covered by a long dark brown cloak that only revealed her face, and shoes.

"I-I say…what you want, mate?" Her so called "British" voice seemed a little too thick to be real.

"You can drop the accent miss! It's obvious you're not from London!" He said as he glared at her. Se looked stunned for a moment, and looked at him before taking another step backwards.

"W-What do you want?" She said in her real voice this time. It was actually quite a sweet sounding voice, but Basil didn't exactly take notice of it.

"All I want, miss. is my money pouch back. Give it to me now, and I won't tell the authorities!" Suddenly the frightened mouse shot him a look of confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss, you were in yards range of us, and the moment I called out to you, you ran!"

"Well of coarse I ran! Normally when strange men start waling towards women they don't usually stand there like wax figurines!" She replied with a cold voice. Basil was slightly taken back. He had never before been answered in such a way, but he remained stern.

"Now see here, hand it over now, and I won't turn you over!"

"B-B-Basil!" A tired voice suddenly shouted out. Basil turned around to see Dawson wobbling up next to him, panting like a dog, and holding his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Basil…for…for some reason…I-I found…your money pouch in MY pocket! So sorry!" Dawson handed the pouch to his friend.

"Well…that's quite all right Dawson. We all make mistakes now don't we? Well let's go then."

"Excuse me!" They suddenly heard a voice shout, as the two were about to leave. They turned around to still see the girl mouse standing there practically glaring daggers at Basil.

"I think you owe some one an apology sir!" She stated boldly.

"As you already witnessed miss, I apologized to my good friend. So if you'll excuse us." But just as they were about to walk away again, she slithered here way up in front of Basil, and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"I meant me sir!"

"Well perhaps I wouldn't have accused you had you not run like the hounds on the hunt!"

"How dare you even judge me! You don't even know who I am!"

"Well... judging from your true voice I would say your…American. Am I correct?" But he didn't even wait for her answer as he continued to deduce. "And, the lack of wrinkles, and sweet voice you have, I would deduce you're about 27. Also, judging from your…. apparel…I would say your probably from one of the poorest mouse districts in London…"

"Basil!" Dawson scolded, but Basil continued with his ranting.

"Not to mention that you're probably on your way to the nearest pawn shop seeing his how there's a ticket sticking out of your cheap journal, which I'm sorry to tell you, wouldn't fetch a price of three shillings at even the most seediest of pawn shops due to its atrocious condition." Before Basil even knew it, her fist met his face. He fell to the ground squinting his right eye, which now had a dark circle around it.

"How dare you!" She shouted, as she tucked her journal under her cloak

"Now see her young lady, that was most rude!" Dawson said to her as he helped his friend up.

"Don't worry Dawson. I wouldn't expect anything less than from a common street mouse!" She glared at him once more.

"I am not a common street mouse sir!"

"Well, your certainly no young lady!" He said wincing as he tried to put his hand up to his now bruised eye.

"Well you shouldn't have accused me of stealing something!

"Basil was only concerned for his money pouch miss.' Dawson stated. But suddenly the girl's angry eyes dropped to slightly confused and stunned ones, as the name "Basil" suddenly hit her like a tone of bricks.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute… did you say Basil…as in Basil of Baker Street, the-the detective?"

"I believe, madam, I am the only Basil of Baker Street in all of London!" He replied bitterly. Her look turned to one of terror, and sadness.

"M-Mr. B-Basil… I…I'm so…I mean…" Suddenly without saying another word she darted off into the fogginess of London disappearing from both Dawson's and Basil's sight.

"Well…that was rather odd" Dawson said looking at equally puzzled Basil.

"Indeed…why would she suddenly care so much about…well no matter! It's not like we'll ever see her again. Come along doctor…I fear I need some water for my eye!"

Okay remember…first chapter…so please don't hate me!!! R & R!