Warning! Do not, I repeat DO NOT read this if you have not read the story 'Coming Back' it will not make full since and you won't understand why Basil is the way he is and will think him out of character.

If you have read Coming Back then you know an idea what is expected ;) but its only fair to warn you this one is darker and more vivid in detail then the first one, so if the first story was to painful to read then DON'T READ this one.

It was a lovely, moon bighted, night; Basil and Dawson were walking down the street. It had been ten months since Dawson and Basil's housemaid Judson had been married and a little over half a year since Ratigans arrest. Moreover, Basil was just about as good as new; he still had occasional nightmares, but never anything to series. As for his physical health, he was back to the old Basil everyone loved and adored.

"A beautiful night, isn't old chap?" Basil commented striking up a conversation.

Dawson smiled at his young friend, "aye it is."

Basil took in a breath of fresh air and let it out slowly enjoying the way the cold air tickled his whiskers. "You know doctor, sometimes I miss being the detective I once was." Basil stated sticking his hands in his pockets.

Dawson studied his friends face and sighed, "No one can blame you Basil, I mean after all look at what you have been though." he said almost worried.

Basil shivered a bit but not bad enough for anyone to notice, "Ya...I think, if it wasn't for that young boy tricking me like he did to get me back to Ratigan, I'd still be London's best FBI." he sighed.

"Yes...and for what reasons we may never know." Dawson began.

"Neglect."

Dawson looked at Basil in confusion. "What?"

"Neglect, my good doctor, the boy was neglected and found a place where he wasn't. That was his reason."

Dawson got a little wide eyed, but understood fully why the boy did what he did...however he did feel bad for the young lad, he was put in an orphanage after Ratigan and his thugs went to jail.

Dawson looked at his watch, "I think it's about time we started heading home Basil, Judson will be having dinner done fairly quickly." he said with a smile.

Basil could not help by chuckle a bit, "Don't tell me you're going to get all protective of me again old fellow..."

Dawson laughed, "Of course not Basil, I just care about you. I'd hate to think about something bad happing to you again."

Basil smiled but gave a sigh inside. "Then home we should go." he grinned.

Once back on Baker Street Olivia waved from the detectives house.

"Hi Basil, Hi Dr. Dawson!" she called.

Basil smiled as did the Doctor as the two got closer.

"Olivia, I didn't know you were stopping by today." Basil said with a smile.

"I wasn't, but daddy needed to ask you something." she pointed to her father standing right behind his house maid and Dawson's wife Judson.

Walking in Basil went up to Hiram. "Basil I wanted to ask you about those lose tools you have in the back-I want to make a new toy with them if you didn't need them." Basil nodded and both of them walked into the back.

As the two vanished, Judson brought out some dinner to both Dawson and Olivia.

After a while, Basil and Mr. Flavershamcame back and joined them.

"Thank you Mrs. Dawson." Basil grinned using his housemaids' married name, "it was a wonderful meal if I do say so myself."

Judson smiled big and took the plates away. "And it's time we headed out, come on Olivia." her dad called.

"Thank you for having us for dinner Basil." Olivia said.

"Anytime." he smiled back. Once the two had left Basil raised his arms to the sky in a stretch.

"Well doctor, I'm off to bed...night."

"Goodnight Basil." Dawson said after him as the retired detective headed to his room.

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=^^= Well that is all for this chapter to get this story started.

This story is going to be updated quiet slowly…maybe that will also give people more time to read the first one before reading this. ^-^