Author's note: Well here it is, the next installment. It's a bit of a short chapter, but believe me this is probably the fastest I've updated a story. Oh well, I'm getting better at updating if nothing else. Now before we go on to the story, I have a few thank you's to say first (and cookies to give ;-) ).

Scrawler: Thank you very much for your review, it made me grin. I do think Admetus should be used more in fics, I'm not sure what made me think Admetus = doctor, but he does seem like a nice down-to-earth tom and I kind of like writing from his POV now. Bill Bailey is the West End version of Tumblebrutus I believe, or something like that. And yes it was the name that made me choose him to be the detective, Bill Bailey of Baker Street sounds fantastic don't you think? (A bit like Basil of Baker Street, but I'll try to keep The Great Mouse Detective and The Great Cat Detective separate, hehe, it wouldn't end well).

Roman de la Croix: Thank you so much, I would have wrote it in film noir, except I got really into Sherlock Holmes (I've read all the Conan Doyle stories, I'm at a loss of what to do now, lol). I was made up to get your review because I love to read your stories, and I loved the style of your review, it made me giggle.

Krissie4: holds out cookies I was pleased that you liked the story and I hope you'll like this new chapter too.

PouncyTumble: Cookies for you too, and yes they're chocolate chip (mmmm). Glad your internet is back, and huggles to you for reviewing.

Anyway, here is the next chapter, please, please review.

The next few weeks in the yard were rather hectic for me, I had been introduced to the majority of the tribe members, and I had set aside a small den where I could treat my patients. But the tom who had captured my interest was nowhere to be seen. It would seem, especially with hindsight, I was not to find this Bill Bailey until such a time when he wanted to find me.

"Good evening, Doctor. I trust I find you well."

To be honest, the Jellicle to whom that voice belonged did not find me well. I had been rummaging under a large pile of papers and medical items that I had somehow accumulated over the years, and therefore, I quite possibly sustained a slight concussion as I jumped up to greet the visitor.

"Not too bad," I replied, rubbing my head in a self-pitying manner, "What can I do for...?" I turned, only to see that the visitor was the same tom who had been on my mind of late.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked, recovering myself.

"You seem somewhat surprised at my presence here, Doctor," Bill Bailey stated, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement.

"Yes. Well, I believe I have not had the pleasure of your company since the day I became part of this tribe."

"Ah, I request your forgiveness for my absence and must state that I do not make a habit of avoiding newcomers to the tribe," he apologised, with a small bow of his head.

"No need for apologies, pray tell me what has brought you to me?"

At my words a change came over Bill Bailey, his earlier amusement left his features.

"I fear I'm in need of your medical expertise," he said, a grave expression upon his features.

I took a step closer, watching him closely. His words to me had brought my medical knowledge to the forefront of my mind. However I could see no symptom of disease or injury about the tom that stood facing me. Surely he couldn't be some sort of hypochondriac.

As a result of my train of thought, it was I confess, with some interest that I asked,

"What happened to you?"

Bill Bailey suddenly chuckled before returning to his earlier expression,

"Oh no, it isn't me who is injured. I am as right as rain, or to be more precise, as right as that dreadful weather can be," he wrinkled his nose, expressing his dislike of the rain, "There is a young queen at my home in Baker Street; she is your patient-to-be. I apologise for dragging you off like this, I would have brought her here, except I felt it was safer to take you to her."

"Safer? What on Earth do...?"

Bill Bailey interrupted me,

"Doctor, please gather together your medical effects, I shall explain along the way."

As I put together, what I felt was an ample amount of medical supplies for my purpose, I could not refrain from pondering what lay ahead of me.

Why would my going to Bill Bailey's residence be safer than the alternative? Furthermore what was the cause of this danger?

I seized my medical bag; whatever the danger was, I would soon learn the truth.