Hey everyone, just a quick author's note, once again, I want to thank Brinatello for going over this. Also, thanks again for helping me come up with a last name for Gabriel! Also, I know I'm updating this every month, but I really would like to see some reviews. I honestly want to know what you all think. I know I've mentioned it before, please do not be too harsh, I don't take criticism very well. Also, let me know if there are any grammar mistakes that have been missed and things like that. Okay, I'm done. Next chapter, as said will be here next month. Enjoy!


Chapter Ten

Minutes had passed as Basil ventured through the building. At that precise moment, he heard the faint sound of what appeared to be a scream. Quickly, he could deduce that the scream came from somewhere in the building. Before he could figure out more about the scream, his eyes widened. He knew.

"Alexia," he whispered. Gripping his revolver tightly, he ran faster. Before he could get any further, bullets began coming towards him. Luckily, he was able to dodge them as he quickly hid in one of the old rooms. Not even thinking twice, Basil began to fire back. The problem was he didn't know exactly where the shots were coming from and he was running low on bullets. Desperately, he searched around him and noticed a couple of old drums containing gasoline. Ceasing fire, he carefully tipped over one of the drums and positioned it slightly outside the door.

"Fuse, I need something for a fuse," Basil said to himself as he anxiously looked around. Unfortunately, he found nothing. "Damn it!" he cursed as he slammed himself against the wall, fiercely trying to think of something else. Suddenly, it came to him. A deceitful smile slowly formed on Basil's face as he set his sight back on the tipped gas drum. Oh yeah, that will work, he thought as he carefully rolled the drum away from the door out into the open. When he did, shots flew at him once again. Luckily, none of the bullets struck him.

As hard as he possibly could, Basil pushed the drum towards the area the shots were coming from. As it rolled towards them, he shot a hole into the metal drum. Now all he had to do was wait. When he heard the drum stop, he whipped out a match from his coat pocket.

"What do you think you were trying to do detective? Squish us?" one of the British goons shouted. "Come out and fight like a real man!"

"With pleasure," Basil said softly as he lit the match and casually walked out. "You know, I would back away from that if I were you! Someone could get hurt!"

"Yeah? Who says?"

"Says this!" Basil shouted as he dropped the match onto the trail of gasoline.

The fire quickly reached the drum before most of the men could escape. What Basil didn't know was there were more drums of gasoline around the area then there were men. The explosion from the one drum caused the others to rupture as well. Luckily, he was able to shield himself from the explosion before it spread.

When Basil knew the coast was clear, he carefully stepped out of the room. The explosion managed to obliterate practically everything. Well, almost everything. When the smoke began to clear, he noticed a large figure in the smoke. Starting to pursue the mysterious figure, it had already vanished just as the smoke finally cleared. He had a faint idea as to who it was. If he was right, he knew he was going to be in deep trouble. Before he continued on, he hastily searched the pockets on the dead bodies for any bullets. Thankfully, luck was on Basil's side. Reloading his revolver, he went in the direction that the only survivor headed.


Pulling out his pocket watch, which read half past twelve, Lestrade began to feel quite uneasy about the whole situation. Since they departed from Baker Street, he noticed Basil was not acting like himself. The only times he spoke were with his wife and even then it was short sentences. Did Basil know something he did not? Maybe, but that was not the case since Basil always seemed to deliberately withhold plans from him, even his own associate and closest friend. So, what was it? Did Basil know that something was going to happen to him? Did he know that he was possibly not going to make it out alive? Realizing he needed to remain focused, he shook his head. Both the young detective and he might have had many differences throughout the years, but Lestrade did not want anything to happen to Basil, nor did he even want to think it. However, this did not stop one individual. Lestrade knew Olivia for as long as she and Basil had been married. He knew that she was capable of handling herself. All the strength and bravery she developed throughout the years was gained from him. At this moment, he was not seeing it. He saw a young woman worrying about her husband and children. Who could blame her?

Lestrade watched as Olivia paced back and forth, away from everyone else. He could easily see that she felt something was wrong. He could also see the look of guilt on her innocent face. Why was she feeling guilty? Was it because Basil had gone off by himself? He told her to remain behind. On the other hand, does she know something about all of this that nobody else does? No, that cannot be it.

"Everything is going to be fine," Lestrade assured her, trying to ease her worries.

"No, I do not think so, inspector," she said as she looked up at him. "Something just does not seem right."

"Such as?"

"Not entirely sure. I just do not think Basil really knows what he is getting himself into."

"What and you do?"

Olivia only stared at Lestrade for several seconds. As he turned his back away to prepare the first two bobbies going in next, she suddenly ran off towards the east docks.

"Olivia!" Lestrade called out to her, but she quickly disappeared into the thick London fog. "Blast!" he shouted angrily. Before the inspector had any time to really think, he called out to some of the bobbies to follow him, while the rest remained behind.


It felt as if Basil's heart was pounding in his head as he continued following the lone survivor. He hadn't the slightest clue where he was or how much longer he had. As he turned the corner, he noticed the man completely vanished.

"What the-" Basil abruptly paused when he heard a gun go off. He moved behind the wall just in case another shot was fired.

Basil's breathing became quick and difficult, his heart raced faster to where he was sure at any given moment he could possibly have a massive heart attack. He knew the man was in here. The question was, where? The room was cramped with useless junk; the stranger had a full advantage over Basil. He could have been hiding anywhere. At that precise moment, Basil knew that this was a trap to lure him away from finding his children. Cursing to himself, he began to move away but he was stopped before he could really make a run for it.

"Going somewhere, amigo?" a large muscular man venomously asked with such evil in a thick, Hispanic accent.

"Sanchez," Basil said softly. He should have known it was him.

"The one and only," Gabriel replied, hooking a massive grip around the detective's throat in mere seconds.

Dangling a foot or so off the ground, Basil gasped for air, desperate to release himself from Gabriel's tense grip. His vision slowly began to blur as he was then thrown across the cluttered room, landing on a pile of broken wood. Fortunately, he only suffered minor scratches from the hard landing.

"Oops, did that hurt, detective? Good!" Gabriel said as he quickly walked towards Basil just as he was attempting to remove himself from the pile.

Before he could even move, Basil was thrown across the room again, landing roughly outside the door. His aching body slammed against the concrete wall before landing helplessly on the cold ground. He groaned in agonizing pain as he slowly rolled on to his back. He already could see Gabriel a few feet away from him with a six-inch blade in his hand. Before Basil could really think, he quickly rolled out of the way, luckily missing the blade by several inches as it scratched the concrete floor. He stumbled to get on to his feet so that he could avoid Gabriel's rage; alas, the blade slashed his arm, long and deep. This mad mouse was determined to end Basil's life one way or another.

Basil knew he did not have time to worry about the beating he was receiving. No matter how many injuries he obtained, no matter how close to death he was, his main concern at that moment was his children. Basil would rather die than them. Their lives were more important to him than anything else. He gripped his arm tightly as he dodged the knife. The pain from the wound began to rise as Basil sprinted away. It was at that moment he found what he was looking for: the staircase that led to the second level. Looking behind him, he noticed Gabriel was not following him. That made Basil feel uneasy and, amazingly enough, terrified.

Before continuing on, Basil leaned against the wall and felt himself slipping down onto the floor. His hand that attempted to cover the gash on his left arm was completely drenched with blood. Regaining his breath, he then began to rip a decent amount of his Inverness coat so that he could bandage his wound. His entire body was shaking; not only from fear but also from severe blood loss. After mending his new wound, Basil attempted to stand up, but he became quite dizzy. It did not stop him. Wobbling for a few seconds, he began climbing the tall steps.

About half way up, Basil began to feel dizzy once again. A realization struck that it was not just because of blood loss that he was feeling this way. Minimal to no food and sleep were also the cause of his sudden dizzy spells. He quickly dropped to the ground and rested his head on his knees, hoping the light-headedness would quickly pass.

After a few minutes, Basil could not wait any longer and carefully stood up. His vision going from normal to blurry did not help him much either. When he finally got to his feet, he groaned as he clenched his right side. It was hideously bruised from being thrown around like a rag doll only moments ago. He looked around and noticed that Gabriel was nowhere in sight. Basil automatically knew that murderer was not finished with him yet. He knew he was simply biding his time before he could strike once again.

Just as Basil began to climb the steps once again, his perpetrator appeared behind him. Throwing him again, Basil practically tumbled down the steps. Most would think this would badly injure him or even worse, kill him. Surprisingly enough, neither one happened. He roughly landed on the third to the last step just as Gabriel followed close behind. Roughly grabbing the back of the detective's coat, he punched his stomach as hard as he possibly could. Nearly falling over the edge of the step, Basil was able to stop himself by gripping the banister.

"It's the end of the line detective. You and that bitch of yours are going to burn in Hell!" Gabriel shouted as he stomped towards him.

Without so much as a second thought, Basil was able to kick him in the stomach and make a decent getaway. Stumbling a bit, Basil began to climb the stairs yet again. He dared not look back as he heard that loathsome mouse angrily rise to his feet. Amazingly enough, Basil was just about to reach the top of the stairs when a bullet pierced his right leg. Losing his grip, he fell backwards and landed hard on his back. Restraining his painful screams, he gripped his leg.

Basil slowly reached into his coat pocket as he heard Gabriel charging up the stairs. In Basil's mind, it had to end or else this lunatic would keep distracting him from reaching Alexia and Sean. He could hear him getting closer with each step when Basil produced his revolver. Slowly standing, he cocked the weapon and aimed it towards the edge of the step. When he finally reached it, Basil waited until he got to his feet. Without so much as a warning, he pulled the trigger. It took all six bullets to take Gabriel down. When Basil shot the final bullet, he watched him fall over the edge. He waited for several minutes before painfully climbing the final step. Before continuing on, he ripped another piece of his Inverness and wrapped it around the new bullet wound. It was then he heard the sound of Big Ben ringing loudly. His eyes widened.

"Oh God, no," Basil whispered in fear. He quickly got to his feet, ran to the best of his ability, praying he could make it before any real harm came to his children.