Author's note:

Author has her head down on her desk in shame…

Brother walks in with a mini basketball. He stares at his sister. He then chucks the mini basketball at her head.

Author: "OW! I'm trying to have a pity moment here!"

"I got bored." Brother sits beside her. "And…your audience needs to hear what's going on."

Author slams her head down in embarrassment. "I can't! I made a mistake and I'm ashamed and sorry."

"Everyone makes mistakes. Especially you." Brother tries to comfort her.

"You suck at this." Author turns to audience. "Readers…it's always hard to admit you're wrong…especially when you made a mistake…My mistake I realized is that I made this story too dark when I added…a mouse Jack the Ripper…"

"Take it easy on the pauses sis."

"…Sorry…my …keyboard…is…broken…"….

"Stop stalling."

"Fine! I've decided to erase this mistake and fix this. No Jack the Ripper mouse. It will be back to natural story the way it should be. Readers, I'm sorry for making this mistake and changing the story…I'm ashamed for making mistakes…especially being a perfectionist. Hopefully this will fix my story and my guilt."

"Chill out sis. It could be worse."

"How?"

"You could have continued it and regret it. But you're going to fix it and your readers didn't seem to mind."

"Thank you." Author jumps up and gets out purple light saber. "Now who are you and what have you done with my sarcastic, insensitive brother!"

Brother gets out green light saber. "Where's my sister! She would never be so cool and own a light saber!"

Author nods to audience. "Thank you all for reading and please check out this re-edited chapter. We do not own Disney. Or the music by Hans Zimmer."

"Or light sabers!"

Time- Hans Zimmer

Professor Moriratty sat in his office at home; trying to relax his brilliant mind by solving some math equations he created for himself. He heard a timid knock on his door. Moriratty glares at the door and growled in annoyance. "Well, come in."

He saw his half-brother, James, walk in with Colonel Sebastian Doran, his trusted sniper, trailing behind him. James looked nervous, and Sebastian looked bored. Moriratty took out his monocle and polished with an air of calm, but his voice clipped impatiently. "What do you two want that you found it so important to interrupt my solitude?"

"W-well…" James began.

Moriratty rolled his eyes as he discarded the monocle to grab a bourbon glass and poured himself a drink. "Well?" James was a foolish coward at times…God knows why Padriac could tolerate the idiot.

James took a breath and exhaled. "Dr. Joylott has been arrested, the snake is dead…and Miss Violet survived."

Moriratty sipped his bourbon as frown formed on his face and his tail swished side to side angrily. Uncomfortable silence followed with tension as James stared at his brother anxiously. Sebastian watched his boss with a wary but natural eye; he'd saw Moriratty angry plenty of times and it didn't bother him, even when someone was offed because of it. "Really?" Moriratty placed his glass back onto his desk as he stood to look at his brother and second-in-command. "I gave Joylott the idea to kill his daughters, and he was supposed to succeed and pay some of the profit he would have gained from his dead wife's will to me. I consulted him through how to control the snake as well as every detail of the crime…and he manages to be arrested?"

The two mice don't say anything as Moriratty wrenched open a drawer and took out miniature shears. He then goes over to a small, exotic plant and began to prune it violently. He finally says. "Let me guess; Basil Holmice was on the case?"

James nods. "Yes he was—"

"Of course he was!" Moriratty snaps as he turned to his brother in cold, but eerily controlled fury.

James blanched and stopped talking.

Moriratty turns back to the plant and asks Sebastian. "What news do you bring me Colonel?"

Doran was analyzing a black bishop from the professor's ivory and ebony chess set. "There's been a bloke asking around for you…"

"Oh?" Moriratty questioned in amusement. "Who?"

"Some mouse named Redwood."

"Hmph." Moriratty sneered. "The name escapes me."

"Well sir, he is a new noble-mouse. Rich, secluded, and dabbles in parlor tricks."

Moriratty smirks as he puts his monocle back on to examine his plant more closely. "Interesting. What else about this animal?"

"He is the one responsible for the recent mysterious abductions in mousedom. You know, the one who has been kidnapping animals and returning them a month later…the victims being feral and disorientated to the point that they are institutionalized."

"A abductor, how appealing." Moriratty mused as a genius plan formed in his head.

"Do you need me to take care of him sir?" Moran asked; excitement flashing in his grey eyes as his face remained stoically respectful.

"Now Sebastian, just because someone did not come to me for consulting, does not mean we need to…punish him. If anything, we need to congratulate him for his genius of alluding both the police and Basil." Moriratty goes over to his desk and sits down cheerfully. "But there is that pesky threat he is presenting to my clients...especially when a few go missing. When my clients' business suffers; my business suffers." Moriratty puts the shears back and snaps the drawer shut.

"Orders sir?" Moran asks; putting the bishop back onto the board.

"Why don't we let this kidnapper have his fun; distract Basil from my business for a while? Also, I would like to see how the great mouse detective handles this intriguing case. Keep an eye out for this abductor and the heroes Colonel and report back to me."

Doran smiles darkly. "But of course sir." He leaves with a spring in his march.

Moriratty peers at his brother, who was staring out the window with a smoldering and furious expression. Moriratty smiled: amused. He knew what was going through that transparent mind, and he didn't like it. It tickled him that James was so stupidly obvious.

"Someone on your mind?" he asked coyly.

James shook his head. "N-no Simon."

"Really?" Simon stood and picked up a white queen from the chess board and twirls it between his fingers. "Because it looks like you're thinking about a certain mouse?"

James looks down at Simon with the same steel-blue eyes he had. Even though Simon was shorter than James; his authority made him appear like he was the tall one.

"Just wondering when we're going to take care of Basil of Baker Street." James answered quietly; trying to hide what he was really thinking about.

Moriratty heard the raw truth in his younger brother's words, but knew that he was thinking of someone else.

"In due time James. All good things come to those who wait." The professor smiles as he looks out the window at the night outside. "You know James, I bet you would love to take those shears from my desk and gouge them into my throat until I died."

James's eyes widen in shock. "What!"

Simon grinned tranquilly as he glared up at James. "When a mouse lies to me it's because he is hiding something severe from me; could it be as severe as wishing for my death? If I can't trust a mouse, then why should I trust that he wouldn't kill me when my back is turned? Do you know what I do to my enemies James? I can assure you it isn't as dramatic as Padriac's old executions, but it is just as terrible."

"No! No Simon!" James gasped fearfully at his brother's harsh voice.

"Alright then, out with it."

James trembled and answered. "I was thinking of Basil!"

"You were thinking of a woman." Moriratty snarled while pressing the ivory queen into his brother's paw. "And don't you dare insult my intelligence by asking me how I know!"

"Y-yes…" James answered.

"Who is it?"

"B-belladonna Rosalie." James finally responded.

Simon beamed with a smug air of knowing that he was right. "There now, was that so hard? I know you also have a…mania for that woman. Do not worry; she will be taken care of before Basil. I can even have you do it if you wish; for vengeance sake."

James stared at Simon in bewilderment as he held the queen tightly in his paws like he wanted to either shatter it or hold onto it for dear life. "Really…"

"But of course…" Moriratty senses the hesitation and frowned; he didn't foresee that. "Isn't that what you want, James?" he scrutinizes the hybrid. "To kill the lady responsible for Padriac's death?"

"Yes!" James replied quickly; too quickly for comfort. "More than anything!"

"Good." The professor sits back down and waves him away. "Now go, I need to grade some exams." He gets out his student's exams and began correcting them with a red ink pen.

James holds onto the queen tightly, but gingerly sets it down on the chess board before leaving.

Vicki rocketed home to her flat; a hollow in a tree that was next to a post lamp. She dodged the thin branches and yellowing leaves with ease. She landed perfectly on the branch that leads to her door and took off her aviator goggles. She loved flying; it took her mind off all the shit she's been dealing with. Another kidnapped mouse had showed up tonight…alone and completely mad. The mouse was just a girl…not even out of school…the youngest victim she has seen. The young mouse tried to scurry away from her…and when she cornered her…the girl tried to claw her throat out like a beast. She wished Basil was back from the country, but luckily she had Lestraine and Clarkie here.

Greg, Lestraine, knew she was up to something, but she couldn't tell him about the work Basil sent her to do. She's been flying around; trying to gather information about the kidnapper like an Irregular. That's why Basil sent her on this dangerous errand; he would never put those kids in harm's way. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for those misfits just like she did. Lestraine tried to investigate the abductions and would have Vicki talk to Basil, and then Basil would secretly send her to spy for the abductor. No luck, of course, the damn animal was sneaky. She didn't like it when her work stretched on and on; it made her edgy to know that a someone was torturing more of those poor animals and leaving them as insane shells of their former selves. The victims were all different animals…from mice to birds. The victims though, started out as the elderly, then adults, then adolescents, and tonight they found the little girl who had gone missing.

Vicki rubbed her eyes, wishing for some whisky, Scotland Yard and Basil wanted this bastard captured and so did she, but he was smart for a kidnapper. He left no traces, and witnesses would describe him as tall, short, thin, and other sorts of hallucinated rubbish. And the victims...they couldn't talk; let alone communicate. Vicki opened her door and hopped into her flat. She stopped when she tasted a foreign smell…roses and berries? Vicki got out her knife and spat. "Alright, whoever's here better show themselves before I carve ya'!"

A woman laughs. "Even if it's an old friend?" A match was lit and Vicki saw a white mouse in a dark purple traveling dress and recognized it was Irene.

Vicki rolled her eyes as she relaxed. "Irene, you can't pull this shit on me; I was close to stabbin' you."

Irene's ruby red lips smile proudly, like it was compliment. "It's good to know I'm a threat." Her beautiful face turned serious. "I need to talk to you—in my carriage."

"You own a carriage now? Wow." Vicki sarcastically answers as she pockets her knife.

"You know what I mean, the humans will be driving it off soon so we need to hurry." Irene stands and motions Vicki to follow.

Vicki scrutinized her; knowing better to completely trust Irene. They were friends once, when Irene worked as Miss Kitty four years ago. But Vicki was annoyed that Irene seduced Basil to only trick him; as well as lie to her about who she was and stealing some important letters from Lestraine she was carrying. Vicki was friends with Basil before she was with Irene, so she naturally took his side. Actually, she was being nicer than when she last saw Irene a few years back. In other words, she threw rum onto Irene's dress and called her a 'two-faced whore'. People always told her she wasn't sensitive, but she'd rather be a fighter instead of a wuss. Vicki decided to go along with Irene; for old time's sake. "Where's your carriage?" She asked.

Irene points outside. "Next to the post light—hey!"

Vicki picked Irene up by her arms, with her talon-like feet, and started flying them outside. Vicki saw the carriage and buzzed over to it while putting Irene back on the ground. Irene straightened her skirt as Vicki impatiently waited. They finally walk into the mouse compartment of the carriage. They were met by a busty brown rat-lady blocking Vicki's way. Vicki raised an eyebrow at the rat's sinewy arms and was surprised a woman would have such a muscle tone. Irene says. "Don't worry nanny Lois; she's a friend."

The rat-woman smiles as she rolled down her sleeves of a stiff looking dress. "Very well, ma'am." She gives Vicki a smile as well in greeting. "Nice to meet your acquaintance mum." She then sits down and gets out her knitting. Vicki watches the nanny as she sat down next to her; wondering how easily that woman could throw someone.

Irene sits down across from them, and that was when Vicki noticed a small bundle next to Irene. On closer examination she saw it was a coat draped over a small mouse-boy. Vicki squinted and froze; the boy was asleep, but she could see his sandy-brown fur and thin arm handing off the seat. He looked familiar. Vicki clears her throat uncomfortably. "Is he yours?"

Irene smiles at the boy and nods. "Yes, his name is Benedict, but Lois could tell you more about him than I can. She practically raises him."

Nanny Lois excitedly agrees. "Yes ma'am, I look after this clever little angel; never let any harm come to the tike. He's an adventurous one though."

The carriage started to shake as a human got in above them and the cab began moving to the human's destination.

Vicki smirks uneasily, but she held her tongue as Irene explained. "The boy barely knows me; I made myself distant so he wouldn't be attached to me. In my line of work I never know when I would be…well you know."

Vicki huffed. "Yeah, so he barely knows you?"

"I visit him annually and supply money to Lois for school and other necessities. Separation was the best route to keep him safe." Irene strokes the little boy's shoulder as he snored softly. His eyes open for an instant, and Vicki saw he had Irene's blue eyes as he closed them without stirring from his slumber.

"You should take your own advice." Vicki mumbled. "What of his father?"

Irene's eyes flashed as she answered. "Let's get off the subject." Vicki folded her wings moodily and nodded for Irene to continue. "I know that Scotland Yard, Basil, and you are investigating the kidnappings."

"And I thought that information was classified." Vicki sighed as Irene continued:

"I want in."

Vicki sits up as her feathers ruffled in surprise. "What!"

Irene's sapphire eyes burned. "I want to help catch this monster."

Vicki shook her head. "This isn't thief's work Irene—"

"He has my sister."

Vicki's emerald eyes widen.

Irene looks straight at Vicki. "He took my sister: Ida. My other sister, Janet, contacted me when Ida first went missing a week ago. You remember my sisters from the Rat Trap?"

Vicki nodded in silence; Irene's sisters were cancan girls that always wore the pink costumes. They and Irene were identical white mice; from the same litter actually. She couldn't believe Ida was kidnapped…

"You remember when the Rat Trap was damaged?"

"Yeah, thanks to old Dawson." Vicki smirked to herself; remembering how Lestraine told her about Dawson getting drugged, dancing with Irene and her sisters, and then accidently starting a bar fight.

"Well, that was when I was able to stop being Miss Kitty…my sisters stayed…" Irene didn't have to finish.

"Had to make ends meet." Vicki concluded. "We all can't find rich husbands."

Irene's expression was cold. "I was going to take her with me to New Jersey after my run-in with Basil; she refused. She didn't want any charity; she never wants handouts or someone else taking care of her. Janet felt the same." Irene's delicate hands clench and unclench, like she needed to strangle something. "Janet was waiting for Ida at their apartment…she never showed up. Janet went to look for her and asked around. It was like she disappeared. When she heard about the recent abductions…she contacted me to come down." Irene stopped and Vicki saw something she's never saw before; Irene's eyes were watering with tears. "She couldn't contact Scotland Yard because of some passed history she and Ida had with them…"

Vicki felt terrible for her…God, if someone close to her was taken from her …but she couldn't let Irene join this case. "I'm sorry Irene, but I can't just let you in on this; you're not an officer or spy. You don't know how to deal with this stuff, and Basil would be pissed if I let you get into this risky business."

"I doubt he would care that much." Irene answered sardonically with rueful laugh.

"Hey." Vicki snapped. "He cared about you; probably still does. Don't judge him harshly after what you did. Especially tricking him twice. Why did you even have to take that job for Ratigan; those kids didn't have anything to do with it." Vicki was referring to Basil's locks being broken and the kidnapping...ironic Irene was on the other side now. That event was Vicki's 'Achilles's heel' as well; she should've known the letters were foreshadowing the kidnapping…sure things had a happy ending, but lives were still thrown through danger and trauma.

Irene sighed; her shoulders slumped. "I warned him…the fool."

"Yeah, yeah, but why did you take the job?" Vicki asked impatiently.

"Ratigan probably would have killed me—"

"Doubt it, he's gentleman ain't he?"

"He was…but he changed." Irene looks over at Benedict. "I needed the money for a medicine for Benedict; he had pneumonia at the time…with my payment Lois got the best medicine money could buy and it cured Benedict." Lois stops her knitting and nods sympathetically.

Vicki clicked her beak; it was hard to be mad at Irene. Sure she did wrong, but it was usually for the right reasons: usually. "Well, I guess you really regret it now."

The white mouse clasped her hands together like she was going to beg, but Vicki knew better. "Victoria,"

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, Vicki, I need to find Ida before…before she ends up like all the others. Let me in on this or I'll force myself into this case whether you, Basil, or even the bloody Queen of Mousedom likes it or not."

The hummingbird growled in annoyance, but she was surprised to hear herself say. "Alright, you can help me on this case. But you have to follow my orders. Got it?"

"Yes." Irene answered gravely. "So where do we start?"

Vicki stood to open a window. "Can you work nights?"

"Of course." Irene grins.

Vicki gives her old friend a smile. "Good; meet me at my place tomorrow night. Glad to be working with you Miss Relda." At this, Vicki puts on her goggles and flew out the window faster than one could blink.

"Miss Relda, are you sure-" Lois began, Irene shook her head at her not to continue as she slowly shut the window:

"What's done is done. I won't lose my sister."

"Even if you end up like all those other wretched animals!" Lois shrilly replied.

"It's not about the danger Lois," Irene sighed as she stared out the window; wondering where her sister was.