Okay, I will update. So sorry that I kept you waiting. Just for fair warning, I plan on adding Terra. For people who don't know, she's me with white fur and she works in a morgue. Not my dream job, but I decided for her to be useful.

Enjoy this chapter

Credit to the original story goes to Sandfire Kat. In other words, NOT ME!

Great mouse detective isn't mine either. (sadly. T-T)

"Emily?" The black-furred mouse growled, the pupils around the table getting up and filing out of the lunchroom neatly.

Basil nodded once, "Or Amelia. Their records showed that they were both on the cheerleading team. Although, Amelia was the head of the cheerleading team. I thought that some of you would be on the cheerleading team and could tell us a few things about them that could have helped us."

"This is the cheerleading team." The black-furred mouse stated. "I'm the new Head. My name is Scarlett." She paused for a moment before speaking. "We know more about Amelia than we did about Emily. Which we were glad with."

Dawson raised an eyebrow. "And that means?"

Instead of Scarlett, a tall, orange-furred mouse spoke up from where she sat, looking down at the table thoughtfully. She refused to meet either Basil's or Dawson's eyes. "Amelia was probably the greatest person you could have met." She said quietly. "She had everything. She had looks, charm, brains, you could have named it and it would have been there. She was creative too, and she made all of the dances we preformed."

Scarlett interjected herself. "Which was why it was such a surprise when she was murdered. Because she didn't have any enemies. She was nice to everyone. If she passed somebody without any money to buy lunch, she would have bought them lunch herself. All the teachers liked her. She was actually thinking about going into that…Math Club thing."

Basil's eyes widened slightly as the words passed Scarlett's mouth. That was odd. Not only did Jeremiah not mention Amelia wanting to be in Math Club, but neither did Olivia. "Did she go talk to the Math Club?" He asked. "Did she go and ask to join?"

"Well, that was the thing." The orange mouse sighed. "On the day she wanted to go ask about it, she forgot. When we were walking home, she remembered and said she had to go back and ask about it. We figured we'd wait for her to come back from the school, but she didn't. We stood there for thirty minutes before we went back to the school to check on her."

"And she was dead in the hall." Scarlett finished grimly.

Dawson sighed from behind Basil, the detective's face creasing with thought. "And what about the other girl?" He asked. "Did you know Emily very well?"

"Hardly." Scarlett snorted. "If anything, she was the opposite of Amelia. Actually- they hated each other, they were always at each other's necks. Well- Emily was always pushing on Amelia, because -like I said- Amelia wasn't the one to get mad at people. Emily was just the kind of girl that you never wanted to talk to. She smoked in the girls' bathroom and she always got bad grades. She had money though- she never let that thought go. She was always rubbing her money in people's faces. It was infuriating."

"We actually thought it was her." The orange mouse spoke once more. "We thought she had murdered Amelia, because they hated each other and all. But then Emily died, and…now we don't know what to think."

Silence reigned once more in the group, Basil's mind straining to keep up with the story he had just learned. He just couldn't concentrate, no matter how hard he tried! "Thank you very much, girls." He said swiftly. "Where are your classes, I can-"

"That's fine." Scarlett snapped, standing up from the table and turning her back to the detective. "I can get there on my own." Without waiting for a reply, she hunched her shoulders, walking away briskly and turning the corner. The girls around the table followed suit, not even paying attention to the two as they left.

All but one left, that is. The orange mouse from before still sat at her seat, still looking down at the tabletop, a small, sad frown on her face. Basil frowned from where he stood, making a move to reach out to her, but he stopped himself. "Miss?" He prompted.

The mouse stood from her seat, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "Just don't let Amelia have died in vain." She murmured, looking the detective up and down. "Catch the murderer and make them pay. That's all I ask."

Basil, faintly surprised by the statement, let his hand fall to his side, taking a step back as he looked steadily at the girl. "I promise I'll do everything I can to get this person behind bars." He promised her firmly.

The small girl merely smiled to herself, nodding once as she turned and walked away, leaving Dawson and Basil in the lunchroom alone. Basil looked down at the ground, trying to sort through the newfound knowledge in his head. "I think that might have helped us." He said finally.

"Shall we go back to the library?" Dawson suggested, starting forward. "We don't know when the other pupils come to lunch, they could get here any second." He stopped in his tracks as he realized Basil was not following him. The doctor turned, looking at his partner with concern. "Basil, are you alright?" He asked.

The mouse looked up from the ground, blinking as his eyes widened. "Oh- yes. I am. I just…" He trailed off suddenly, just staring at Dawson, the doctor looking at Basil oddly.

"Just what?" He prompted the detective.

"What?"

"Basil!"

"The water!" Basil shouted suddenly, looking over to the kitchen. Dawson's brow furrowed as he followed the detective's gaze curiously. He opened his mouth to speak, but Basil shoved the doctor out of the way before he could do anything, nearly knocking him to the ground as he did so.

"Basil, what is going on?" Dawson snapped irritably, pushing himself up from the ground and dusting himself off. He ran after his partner, the mouse having already made it into the kitchen. When he caught up to the detective, he found the tall mouse looking curiously at the small bottles of water that were arranged neatly together. "Do you mind explaining what is going on?" Dawson puffed.

"This water." Basil repeated, eyes narrowed as he studied the bottles. "When I drank some of it, it didn't taste like anything, you remember that, right? Well- I think they've been tainted."

Dawson began to ask a question, but Basil turned on his heel, peering into the kitchen as he called out. "Hello? Is somebody in there?"

Almost at once, a head popped out from the corner, a black-and-white mouse wearing an apron rounded the corner, large eyes trained on the two as she paced forward. "May I help you?" She asked kindly. "Would you like something to eat?"

"No- but thank you." Basil revised quickly. "I just- We- Could we have a bottle of water, please?" He mentally cursed himself at his lack of coordination. "It's just- we're going back to the library and we wont be able to come back here for a while, I wanted to know whether or not we could have one."

"Sure." The cook smiled sweetly. "Yes, you can have one. Go ahead." She then turned to go back into the kitchen, but Basil called her back hesitantly.

"I wanted to know something." He said carefully. The cook raised her eyebrows expectantly at him as he went on. "Where is the school's water supply?"

"Oh…well…" The cook pursed her lips. "It's at the back of the school."

"And can a lot of people get to it?"

"Well, I hardly know!" She snapped. "I doubt anybody would!"

Basil blinked, holding the woman's gaze for a moment more before sighing, turning and facing Dawson. "Dawson, we have to find the principal and tell her we have to go back to the flat." He announced, sidling past the doctor and making his way out of the lunchroom.

Dawson blinked, starting as he raced after his partner. "What do you mean? I thought we were going to search up more students' names. I thought that was our main focus for today." Basil glanced over at him, a faint smile tugging on the edges of his mouth.

"Well," He held up the bottle of water, displaying it to Dawson. "as I said before, there is something wrong with this water. And I intend to find out what it is."

"What if its just a fluke?" Dawson suggested.

"What if it isn't? What if the culprit put something in the water supply? It affected me, Dawson, I can't think straight. It's a wonder I know what I'm doing right now. So go in and tell the principal that-"

"Tell me what?" Basil and Dawson spun around as they saw the familiar white mouse standing behind them neatly, a small smile on her face as she looked at the two. "I was just coming to see if being in the lunchroom helped you or not."

"It did, thank you." Basil said quickly. "But I'm afraid that we have to go back to our flat to do some tests on the water in the lunchroom- we think it might be tainted in some way." The girl's eyes widened as he spoke, but he pushed it away as he went on. "We'll be back tomorrow with more news on what we found out."

"Oh." The principal gave him something of a weak smile. "Alright. I trust you."

Basil gave her a hesitant nod in return, Dawson turning and walking out of the school quickly. Giving one last smile to the principal, Basil turned to follow Dawson, only to find a wall where he thought the door was.

The principal's eyes widened where she stood, watching as Basil staggered the side. Dawson poked his head back inside, reaching over and grabbing the detective's shoulder, yanking him outside.

For a heartbeat, the principal could only stare at the door that had slammed shut. "Oh boy." She sighed, turning and walking away.

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