I DO NOT OWN The Great Mouse Detective but I DO OWN Kay, Sarah, Strade, Jeffrey and three other characters.

Chapter 2

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It had been along day at work. I had no interest in any of my usual activities and instead decided to pick up a book I've been reading lately; a vampire one that takes place in London.

I must have fallen asleep with it in my chair, but something didn't feel right. I had heard something not far from me, but it was dark now and my husband was nowhere to be found. I heard another noise coming from my dining room. I called out to see if it was him, but no answer.

I turned on a light to see better and there stood a tall figure with brown hair,brown eyes and nothing but black clothes and shoes. Smiling at me in a way that raised the hairs on my back of my neck. I reached for the side of my chair and pulled out a long dagger that after a few events in my past, it taught me to keep a few knives and daggers close by just in case. Pointing it at him, he chuckles at me as if not afraid. That's okay...my gun isn't far from me either, but if I can avoid much blood shed and bullet holes i'd prefer it.

"Good evening Miss Katt, how nice to finally meet you."

"Who are you? and how did you get in here?"

"I'm a friend of a...friend of yours."

"I have quiet a few friends...but even they know not to enter my own
without alerting me, so I'll ask again...who are you and how did you
get in here?"

"Through a certain doorway. One that you once used before in order to
come to London."

"Once...who...are...you?"

"My name is not of importance, but then again Ratagin has told me that
you are a very strong and stubborn one indeed."

I felt my face twist in what could possibly be a snarl as I heard myself growling from that name...that traitor.

"Get your ass out of my house and back where you came from."

"I'm terribly sorry Miss Katt, but in order for my plan to work...I
need you."

I didn't see it at first...not until I heard the shot. In my shoulder was a dart...I had been shot with possibly a tranqualizer dart...I felt myself loosing consciousness as i heard the dagger fall out of my hand onto the floor and I saw him stepping closer to me. The last thought I had before I passed out completely is the one who sent this psycho at me by giving him information about me...Ratagin...you traitor...

Basil

It had been a month since that last case. Between Kay and I we had solved all but that one case. It was stressful and maddening. There was no clues as to who broke in and why would they want a book...a rare book apparently, one with great value. Though they said no value in money, but in the knowledge that lies within the pages. For that no actual petty thief wouldn't want this, thus brings me to only one person...Jeffrey.

Meanwhile Kay had finally fallen asleep on our couch, between the wedding and these cases I knew she was exhausted and refused to sleep.

I went and gently lifted her head so I could lay her head on my lap while I sat...and maybe doze off as well, but just as I was dozing off a knock came to the door, causing Kay to stir.

Dammit!

"Can we pretend to not be home?"

I chuckled at her words as she opened her beautiful golden pools of brown eyes. then something flashed before me. It had left as quickly as it came. All I can think of was seeing those same eyes of Kay's only not hers. It was indeed strange. I concluded it was lack of sleep as another knock rapped on the door.

"Apparently they aren't leaving till someone answers. So i'll go and tell
them to come back tomorrow." said Kay

"Sounds like a good idea."

I got more comfortable on the couch as Kay got up and answered the door. I could tell by the voice it was Strade and I could tell Kay was trying hard to get rid of him. When she was finally able to close the door she was holding a piece of paper and looking rather curious.

"What did Strade want?"

"For once...not you. He came to see me. He said a gentleman came to the
station asking where he could find Baker Street. He said that his wife
was taken and had police search and had led him to London. Strade said
he sounded American. He had the gentleman describe her for the artist
and told him how to get to Baker Street, but told him that you won't be
back till tomorrow, so he bought you time."

"That was kind of him."

"Yes, so he brought the picture down so if by chance I might know her. I
found it weird that he said that till I saw it."

"Let me see it please."

I couldn't believe it, but the mouse in the picture looks almost exactly like Kay. A little bigger around the stomach and hips, but other then that they could be twins.

"Kay, do you know anyone like this? any family of the sort that would
have your likeness?"

"No, none that I know of. What about you though? this gentleman was
looking for Baker Street. Do you know anyone with a wife that has my
likeness?"

Now that she had said it I took another look at the picture...I felt that I had seen her somewhere... I wasn't sure, but then I started to feel a headache coming along. It was terrible and for some reason i felt dizzy and then everything went black.

I finally felt myself coming around and when I opened my eyes Kay was standing near by Dawson who seemed to be glad that I was waking up. Kay smiled as she ran over to me and hugged me while I sat up.

"What happened?"

"You passed out. All that time of no sleep must have finally gotten to
you. You've been out of it for three hours." said Dawson

"Listen Basil, we'll have an early dinner and just go to bed. We both
need the rest, okay?" said Kay, sounding worried, possibly thinking
that I may not agree with her, but I did.

"Sounds like a good idea my dear."

"Just...you were going to say something before you passed out. Do
you remember?"

"Yes...when you asked me if I knew the young lady in the picture I
started to get a headache of some kind and got dizzy. I feel like I have
seen her before, I just can't seem to remember."

"We'll Basil that could be from stress, lack of sleep or both. Just
get some food and go to bed." said Dawson

"Alright. Let's go eat and go to bed Kay."

The next day I was feeling better then ever and after breakfast I was more then willing to take the time to be with Kay and get some of the wedding plans done. Just when we were going to head out for the day a knock came to the door.

"Oh, maybe it's that man Strade told me about yesterday."

"hopefully. We can hear him out and go from there."

I opened the door and stood was a tall, kind of heavy set tanish mouse with dark brown hair, dark facial hair. He was wearing a simple white shirt, black pants and a pair of glasses over his tired, panicked brown eyes.

"How may I help you."

"Basil! My god man I'm so glad I was able to find you."

"You know of me?"

"Of course I do. It's been almost two years since we last saw you. "

This was strange indeed. He spoke to me as if he truly did know me. I admit he does look familiar, I just can't seem to put a finger on it. To me it seems that there should be something...or someone with him to complete the picture. I needed more information from him.

"Good sir, please pardon me for being rude, but I don't quite remember
you."

"Somehow I figured that. When she told me there was a possibility..."

"She?"

"My wife."

I had a hunch, so I had to go with it.

"Were you the one at the station yesterday about a missing wife?"

"taken...my wife has been kidnapped and yes that was me."

"Why do you believe she was kidnapped?"

"She wouldn't leave our home in the middle of the night without letting
me know somehow. Plus she never leaves her daggers out and about."

"Daggers? why would anyone have weapons..."

I've always liked bladed weapons

I shook my head when I heard that voice. I don't know what was going on, but I was starting to feel a headache come on again.

"So then could you tell us what happened?" said Kay.

"I came home after a long work night to find that she wasn't anywhere in
the...flat. Lights were still on, her daggers on the ground and her book
left carelessly. The police didn't find any sign of a break in or
anything...except...well it's going to sound strange, but the only thing
that was found was a paper door on the ground."

"A paper door? hmm interesting, but why do you believe it would lead
to London?"

"Honestly because there's only one mouse here in London that knows the
significance of the paper doors and unfortunately he's a traitor to
both my wife and I...and I wouldn't know where to start."

"Well who is this traitor you speak of then?" said Kay

"...Ratagin."

"What...did you say?"

"I said Ratagin... At one point he was descent...at least for my wife
he was...he...he cared for her very much...and she believed that
he wouldn't hurt her...so did I...so...did another, but we were
all wrong.

"And you think because of a possible...obsession that he somehow
kidnapped her?"

"But that's impossible. Ratagin's in jail." said Kay

Then it dawned on me...from all the robberies...and who did this.

"Kay, I know who might have done this...the only one Ratagin would
have consulted with him, but we need to find out from the source first."

"Wait...sir there's one thing that you have not told us. Please, we
wouldn't want you in there when we speak with Ratagin, so could you
give us your name as well as your wife's." said Kay

"My name is John...Basil you got to remember...you and Ratagin fell
into our home two years ago...you two were there for over a month...
you and my wife were very close..."

"It...sounds familiar..."

"You knew her by two names. One she allowed so very few people to call
her..."

...It's my nickname...I rarely tell people and more rare to let them call me that. You can call me that if you wish.

"Katt..."

It all hit me at once...I remembered...everything. I think he realized I did because he grabbed onto me to steady me, I must have begun to fall back. I took one look at him and everything about him came back...including a promise.

"Oh my god, John!...oh it's so good to see you old friend."

"So you remember me then?"

"Yes, I just cannot believe I forgot...you, all your friends,
the girls...Katt...Katt!...I must apologize...I feel that I didn't
keep my word to you..."

"It's okay...she's been fine during this last two years."

"Two years? it's been that long?"

"Yeah, plenty of things have happened, but good."

"Such as?"

"We'll...Nika's a mom."

"Really? how old?"

"She had just recently turned one years old."

"...wait..."

I did remember a woman by that name...who was infatuated with...

"You got to be kidding me, he? he is the father?"

"I know. Cute little girl...very sharp nails."

"A girl?"

"Um, I hate to ruin this, but could you please tell me what's going on?" said Kay with a bewildered look on her face.

Kay...this is going to be hard to explain