Hello. It's been quite a while since I've written any multi-chapter fics. I was busy revising my older ones and drawing fan arts.

One quiet evening, Olivia, Fidget, and her father were playing a card game, "Go Mouse". "Daddy." It was Olivia who broke the silence. "This is the best card game we've ever played."

"Much better than gambling," Fidget added.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Flaversham replied, "You do have a point there, Fidget, and you as well, Olivia."

Fidget blushed at the toymaker's statement as Olivia smiled.

"Daddy, do you have a four?" Olivia asked.

"Go Mouse, bairn," her father answered.

Olivia fished out a card from a pile of cards.

"Livy, do you have a queen?" Fidget asked, grinning upon remembering how amusing it used to be when he was surprisingly strong enough to lift her up like a sack of potatoes. His smile fading, he lowered his ears.

"Go Mouse, Fidget."

Sighing, he seized a card from the pile and gathered up his cards that matched, setting them aside.

"Fidget, do you have a ten?" Mr. Flaversham curiously asked.

"Aww, I just picked it up," Fidget groaned as he handed over the card to his friend's (rather his adoptive sister's) father.

Just then, they heard a loud banging noise at the door. Who could it be? Why would anyone want to stop for a visit or interrogation in the middle of the night when the Flavershams and the bat just wanted peace for themselves, unless of course someone wants to have an important discussion with them? "Olivia. Fidget. Hide," their father said.

"What? Why?" Fidget asked.

"Just do it," the toymaker answered without being pushy like Basil would be, "He might be out to kill us all. Now, go and hide, please."

The bat and the girl hastened over to the cupboard, where the girl once hidden.

The loud banger stormed inside. "Hello, toymaker," he said. It was the nefarious Professor Ratigan. "How's your toymaking business going? Low in stock?"

"Ratigan!" Mr. Flaversham snapped, "I thought you died when you descended into the Thames!"

Inside the cupboard, Fidget gasped quietly in shock, then cracked a door open just an inch for him and Olivia to see.

"You will NOT have me and the children!" Flaversham continued.

"Oh, you just wait and see," Ratigan sneered, "I'm capable of anything and my actions have absolutely NO consequences."

"And that's when Basil comes in!" As Flaversham said this, he smiled confidently.

Ratigan gasped. "You mean he survived?! If that were the case, why don't you lead me to his flat?"

"Never!"

"Very well. I'll get a hold of that traitor and your daughter again later." Having spoken this, the rat grabbed him by the wrist with brute force, taking him back to his hideout.

Once the professor was gone, Olivia and Fidget clambered down to the floor. "Livy, I know where to go."

Olivia's eyes widened, satisfied by what this bat's astounding words. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go." And they marched all the way back to Baker Street to revisit the private detective.