Author's note: I'm really sorry that this chapter took so long, you see someone pointed out something about there not being enough description of Bill Bailey when he first met Admetus. So I've been trying to sort that out, and have neglected this a little bit. Anyway I decided to get this up now, and I'll deal with sorting out the beginning of the story another time. I'm ignoring some Uni work to do this, but really I can't work 24/7 so I thought a break was in order.

The other day my friend mentioned something about arranging a trip to London, and named the places she wanted to go, including Baker Street. At that point I started jumping up and down saying, "We have to go to the Sherlock Holmes museum, can we go to the Sherlock Holmes museum? Please, please, please, please, please." Hmm, something tells me I may have a problem.

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Chimalmaht: blushes actually I think I like being called a genius, especially since I wanted to buy an Evil Genius t-shirt and my sister told me I was neither, nice of her wasn't it? I love your reviews, they make me all happy, which believe me, I really need sometimes (usually around exam time, or maybe when exam results come out, I'm dreading it -s ). Yep, this chapter, we'll finally see Demeter, and find out about what happened to her a bit more. Thank you so much for the reviews and I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter.

Jemima-luvah: The next installment is… now! Heh. Thanks for your review and I'm sorry for not getting this up sooner.

PouncyTumble: Here's an update, so that should make you happy, and as for ice cream, well… go on then, can't have brownies without ice cream I suppose, lol.

TeriyakiKat: Yeah, I agree about the whole Holmes and Watson as Cats thing, but then again, if they had a Great Mouse Detective then surely we can have a cat one too. Thanks for your review, hope you enjoy this new part.

DemiGold: I'm gonna say no, virtual cookies can't go stale, so you can have as many as you like. Thank you for the review, and here's the brand new chapter.

Roman de la Croix: I think I shall quote Taboo, "Who needs cornflour when the plot thickens all by itself." Sorry for the randomness, your review just made me think of that line. About your prediction, I'm not saying, hehe, but that probably means you're right. And for some reason I can picture you as a Holmes type character, which I think maybe quite worrying. Anyway I'm always made up to get a review from you, because I love your stories. Thanks so much.

Krissy4: Don't worry about the injuries too much, Admetus is very Victorian-minded and he'll most likely try to skip over certain things. Hope you enjoy this new chapter, and I'll try to be better with updating. Thank you for the review.

Before we go on with the story, I'd like to say that this chapter is dedicated to all the reviewers so far, thank you everyone, you all get virtual (insert favourite desserts here), and now, on with chapter four. Please read and review.


The detective did apologise later, albeit with a stifled chuckle for the unconventional means of entering his residence, a comfortable human house. It was not purely for Bill Bailey's amusement but imperative for my safety that we did so, the less people who knew about my presence in the house the better. However Bill Bailey's landlady was even less impressed at our method for gaining entry into the house. Bill Bailey must have been glad of his quick reactions, for he barely missed being clouted by a poker as it was. Miss Jenny certainly had good aim for a gentlewoman. She also had the wrath expected of someone who was intent on protecting the young queen in the house. Bill Bailey appeared to find it difficult to apologise in between the lulls in Miss Jenny's tirade.

I was relieved to find that we only had to contend with Miss Jenny for the moment, Bill Bailey's human, a writer disturbed him very little, preferring instead to hide away in a room near the top of the house. This left Bill Bailey free to firstly convince Miss Jenny that we were not agents of Macavity in disguise, and lastly express his regret for scaring the poor lady out of her wits. Once this necessary duty was completed, I got to have a look at my patient.

The young queen was curled up in an armchair by the fire; she looked up at us with wide, frightened eyes as we entered the room. For a moment I was taken aback, this queen looked so young. I would have presumed her age to be scarcely over a year old if Bill Bailey had not told me otherwise. She had been a prisoner for at least two years, and had been residing at the Junkyard prior to that. In all probability this queen could be about three or four years old.

"It's alright my dear," Miss Jenny soothed her, "It's only Mr. Bailey and the doctor," she turned back to glare at Bill Bailey, who was unmoved. He was already on to a new topic of conversation.

"Nothing amiss happened while I was away I trust?" he asked.

"Nothing at all, I followed your instructions to the letter," Miss Jenny responded in a curt fashion.

"Good, good," Bill Bailey edged towards the girl in the chair so as not to startle her, "Miss Demeter, are you feeling better?"

She merely nodded her head, not saying a word.

"I have brought a doctor with me, he is a perfectly respectable chap, would you allow him to treat you?"

A short pause, then another nod of the head, a little more unsure this time. I detected a slight shaking of her paws.

"Don't worry my dear, I'll be right here besides you," Miss Jenny sat by the girl and took her paw to calm her. I approached her to begin.

Miss Demeter had been treated in an alarming manner; that much I said to Bill Bailey in a later conversation. Cuts and bruises marred her skin. The injury causing me the most concern was the jagged cut on her forehead. The bleeding had nearly stopped but stitches were still needed nonetheless and I wasn't completely happy about my patients' state of anxiety. Every time I moved to touch her she flinched, which is even more of a negative characteristic when one is holding a needle and thread. Head injuries were most troublesome.

While I worked on Miss Demeter in the sitting room, I noticed that Bill Bailey had taken up a position by the window. He appeared to be watching for something, or someone. The fact that he stayed out of the light, so he couldn't be seen by the outside world did not escape my notice. To be frank, his actions unsettled my nerves. If there were agents of Macavity outside, lurking in the shadows of the night, then the danger Miss Demeter was in was very real. How anyone could wish to hurt this young queen was beyond my understanding. She had already been hurt this badly, what kind of monster could look into her frightened eyes and at the same time extend his claws to cause more harm? The same paws that can preserve life, can also take it away and that is something I never have, or ever will become accustomed to.

After a few soothing words and successfully completing the stitches, Miss Demeter seemed a lot more comfortable in my presence, and although she still chose not to say a word, her face appeared less troubled and fearful than it had when we had first arrived.

My attention was drawn to scratches and bruises on Miss Demeter's thighs, they had been cleaned up, like most of the other wounds upon her person, but something struck me about these. They seemed much cleaner. In fact, they were barely noticeable unless you were purposely searching for injuries as I was doing right now, that and the fact that they extended to her inner thighs, troubled me. I glanced up at Miss Jenny, her look told me all I needed to know, something had happened to this girl, apart from the beatings. Something that Miss Jenny didn't want me to handle. If it was as I suspected, then I understood why she did so, although Miss Demeter was calmer now, she was still on edge enough to be seen as skittish. In this state it was best to avoid unnecessary trauma.

After not too long my work was done and I collected together my things. However Bill Bailey, watchful as ever intercepted me on the way out of the sitting room.

"I must insist you spend the night, Doctor," he said in a low voice, so the occupants of the room would not hear, "Macavity's thugs have this place under surveillance, he suspects she's here. I cannot escort you back to the junkyard lest they try to gain entry here in my absence, and yet I dare not put you into any more danger as it is, you must stay."

"Very well," I said, putting down my briefcase.

"You regret coming here in the first place I would imagine."

"Not at all, Bill Bailey," I assured him, "It has been quite an adventure in my ordinary existence."

"Now, now dear fellow," he said with a smile, "Please call me Bailey."