Before I go on I'd just like to say if you have ever read the fanfiction The Great Mouse Detective! The Case of Love! I'm not stealing an idea I'm trying to make this different from that even if my girl is a street mouse. Sorry just so I don't wanna get any crap about that. On with story.
Chapter 2: Basil of Baker Street!
When Brecklyn was just about to start one of the stories on the shelf, a fat mouse wearing what looked like Chinese clothing complete with a nice little cap ran in. "Ah ha! The villain won't slip this time! I shall have him" The Chinese mouse yelled when he was fully in the room. "I say who-The big giant cap lands on the stout mouse. When he got the cap off he finished his sentence. "Who are you"? The Chinese mouse removes a mask to show a nice tan colored mouse underneath. "Basil of Baker Street my good fellow". Basil said in reply. He pulled a strap on the shoulder of his outfit, making the costume deflate. Then he tore off to his dart board and grabbed the coat hung by one of the darts, throwing the dart back making a perfect bulls-eye.
Olivia looked encouraged so she ran up to him and tried to start her story. All Brecklyn could do was stare, because in front of her was a tall, thin, and handsome young mouse not more than in his mid-twenties.
"Mr. Basil I need your help and"-Olivia started but Basil cut her off. "All in good time". "But I'm in terrible trouble". Basil runs past her and everyone. "If you'll excuse me". This was getting Brecklyn angry. "Hey there's a little girl here asking for your help! The best you could do is"- She could tell this wasn't helping he was happy and content at his little desk playing with a gun-Wait! With…A…Gun! Does he kill people who annoy him during research? Brecklyn thought.
Seeing that Brecklyn had stopped the stout mouse walked up to Basil and started his defense for Olivia. "Now see here this young girl"- "Hold this please doctor". Basil said has he handed him the gun. "Oh of course". Realizing he had it pointed to himself he quickly turned it around, which Basil then took it.
"Now wait just a moment how did you know I was a doctor"? The stout mouse asked. Hmmm I'd like to know too. Brecklyn thought. "A sergeant to be exact, just got off military duty in Afghanistan am I correct"? Basil replied loading the gun. Brecklyn was shocked how he could know all this from just looking at him. Apparently the other mouse was impressed too by the look on his face. "Why (chuckling) yes Major David Q. Dawson. But how could you know I was"- Dawson began. "Quite simple really you've sewn your torn cuff with a Lambert stitch, which of course only a sergeant uses". Basil explained holding up Dawson's arm. As he continued on to his giant chair Olivia was just on he continued to explain. "And the thread is a unique form of catgut easily extinguished by its (leaning over to Brecklyn and Olivia finishing his sentence he says) peculiar pungency". Brecklyn and Olivia just stared at each other not even Brecklyn knew much of what he talked about. Basil picked up three nice looking pillows and handed them to Dawson. Dawson wanting to show how impressed he was finished the conversation. "Amazing"! He said behind all the pillows. Basil said smiling that he has wowed another person says "It's elementary my dear Dawson". He then pulled out the gun and aimed at Dawson, seeing this he quickly threw the pillows back on the chair and grabbed Olivia and ran behind the chair opposite to Basil. Basil quickly corrected his aim and shot all the pillows.
Hearing the loud shot Mrs. Judson came out of the kitchen to see the air filled with nice fluffy feathers. "Oh, oh-She starts saying before she's coughing up feathers. "My good pillows"! Eyeing the chair Basil was on she continued "Mr. Basil how many times have I told you"- Seeing that he would have a distressed woman on his hands he quickly started to save the situation. "There, there Mrs. Judson it's quit alright". He starts with a fake friendly grin on his face. Sniffing he says "Hmm I believe I smell some of those delicious cheese crumpets of yours, why don't you go get our guest some". He says pushing her over to the kitchen. Mrs. Judson started to protest but couldn't get it all out before the door closed and she was in the kitchen. Brecklyn chuckled under her breath. This guy could be an ambassador if he wanted he can sure get out of a tough situation. Brecklyn thought.
"Now where is that bullet"? He muttered getting on the ground to see if he could find it. As he looked around he saw Olivia holding it up for him. "Ye-(grabbing the bullet he continues) Yes thank you miss"…Olivia picks up on that "Flaversham, Olivia Flaversham". "Whatever". Basil says running back to his desk. Wow how do people put up with this guy on cases? Brecklyn started thinking.
Not caring about the look Brecklyn was giving him he started his work. He grabbed out a bullet that seemed to belong to the same gun as the one he just shot with, he pulled them under a microscope and started to look. As soon as he got them lined up he started saying yes every time they matched. This my friends was twice. As he saw it didn't match the first time he yelled "Oooooh drat! Another dead end". He through the bullet he had shot and slumped into his chair. His hand shaking he grabbed his violin that lay beside the chair and started to play.
Brecklyn nudged Olivia encouragingly toward Basil. Olivia went up to Basil and started her story for the umpteenth time. "Now will you please listen to me my daddy's gone and I'm all alone-Again Basil cut her off. "Young lady this is a most inopportune time". Seeing Brecklyn give him a glare he decided to continue. "Surely your mother knows where he is". Olivia gave a sad look to the ground. "I…I don't have a mother". The violin screeched to a halt. "Well…umm…Now see here I have no time for lost fathers"! Basil replied. Brecklyn was fuming. How could this guy be so insensitive to a little girl who's got one parent and needs to find him? Olivia took it into her own hands though. "I didn't lose him he was taken. By a bat". Basil's eyes lit up. "Did you say bat"? Olivia unsure of what to do just confirmed his answer. "Ye…Yes". Basil got more interested. "Did he have a crippled wing"? "I don't know". Encouraged she went on though. "But he had a peg leg"! Basil jumped on the arms of the chair. "Ah ha"! "I say do you know the fellow"? Dawson asked. "Know him? That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the fiend who was the target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment. The nefarious Professor Rattigan. With that he pointed his violin bow at a picture of an eerily smiling rat wearing fancy millionaire clothing.