Yeah, I know it's April Fools Day, so odds are people are probably going to think this is only a trick chapter or something. For the record, I actually forgot today was April 1st. Well, can't turn back now, might as well post it. Thanks again to my lovely unofficial beta reader, Brinatello. So enjoy and review, please?

Chapter Twelve

"Confound it!" Basil shouted in disappointment when he came to another dead end.

It had been almost an entire hour and not once had he found any sign of his children's whereabouts. Feeling angered at himself, he shouted as he slammed himself against the wall.

"Where else could they be?" Basil questioned himself. "There are only two levels in this godforsaken place and..." Finally, it hit him. Covering his face with his hands, he groaned in frustration. "God, Basil, what the hell is the matter with you? You are letting the simplest things pass by you. Of course Dominic would not keep them in the first two levels; he knows that would be the starting point of where anybody would look. By the looks of this place, no one could tell there was a third level. Come on old boy, you have seen this before. You cannot lose it now. Not when they need you the most."

As Basil stood up, he spotted a large shadow coming towards him. Knowing there was no place for him to hide, he had to stand his ground. Gripping his revolver, he limped towards the shadow. The closer Basil got, the smaller the shadow became. He even began to hear more voices. With his injuries too severe, he ceased following the shadow. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight back if the situation called for it. With that in mind, he hid behind the wall beside the hallways from which the voices were coming from. Taking a deep breath, Basil grabbed the first mouse he got his hands on and pointed his revolver at his head.

"You say or do anything, I'll blow you head off. Are we clear on that?" Basil said in a hushed tone, gripping his hostage tighter. However, due to how dark the hallways were both he and his hostage would soon be thankful that he did not pull the trigger.

"Basil, what in God's name are you doing?" Lestrade whispered in shock and confusion.

Basil quickly released the slightly injured but shaken inspector as more Yard officials came running in, all in the same state of shock as well. Basil could easily deduce that they had a surprise attack. Quickly lowering their guns, their baffled gazes remained focused on the two mice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Basil questioned them while he pulled his revolver away.

"What happened to you?" Lestrade quickly asked when he got a good look at the angered detective.

"Never mind that, inspector! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to remain behind."

"Well, I did as you requested, except your wife-"

"What about Olivia?" Basil interrupted him. "Is she all right?"

Sighing deeply, Lestrade met Basil's worried gaze. "I do not know. She ran in after you. Apparently, she felt as if you did not know what you were getting yourself into and ran off. I tried to stop her but it was too late."

"That's no excuse! You didn't try hard enough! I swear inspector, if anything happens to her I'll kill you-"

"Hey, I can have you arrested for insulting a Yard official-"

"Well then do it!" Basil shouted in a demanding tone. Groaning in complete frustration, he brushed his fingers through his hair. "How many casualties?" Basil soon questioned. At first, Lestrade looked at him with a befuddled look on his face but then gazed at himself and the very few mice he had left.

"About a dozen at least. They jumped us right outside the building. There's likely to be more if they spotted the others. This was all that survived," the inspector finally said while he motioned the other officers. "Luckily, we did not see your wife anywhere," he finally added.

Basil could only nod in agreement, even though he still was not pleased to hear that Lestrade managed to let Olivia run off. "How far ahead was she when you chased after her?"

"A good half mile, I suppose-"

"You suppose-"

"I'm giving you the best damn answer I can give! What do you want me to do, go through it in complete detail?" he asked disdainfully.

At that point, Basil clenched his fist and was about ready to punch the inspector when a distant voice interrupted him.

"Sean?" Basil questioned when both he and Lestrade looked in the direction the voice came from.

"Father!" the voice yelled again.

Basil's eyes widened as he spotted his son running towards him. Sighing with in relief, he ran towards him.

"Oh, thank God, Sean," Basil said, dropping to his knees and embracing his son. Tears of joy streamed down the detective's face as he kissed his head. However, at that moment he noticed something was not right. "Where's your sister?" Basil questioned while he gripped Sean's shoulders.

"Near the loading docks," Sean struggled to answer as he too had been crying.

"What's the matter?" Wiping the tears from his son's eyes, Basil looked at him with deep concern.

"It's Lexi. She...she's hurt...badly."

Basil's heart sank while he kept his gaze on Sean. Rising to his feet, he automatically began to pace back and forth. His whole body began to shake. Without so much as a warning, Basil pounded the wall as if he wanted to tear it down. While doing so, he began cursing under his breath.

Streaks of blood appeared from his bandaged hand. Not once did any of the officers stop him, for if it were their daughter, they would have reacted the same way. Sean on the other hand tried to walk up to him, but felt Lestrade hold him back. As Sean looked up at him, he saw the inspector shaking his head at him.

When Basil finally ceased, his body remained facing the wall. His jade eyes practically pierced it as if he could see Dominic on the other side.

"Lestrade, take Sean, head back to Baker Street and get Dawson...now," Basil ordered persistently as his shaky hands remained on the wall. "I'm going to kill him," he said in a low growl, forcefully pushing himself away from the wall, he sprinted off.

When the echo of the detective's footsteps finally faded away, the inspector sighed deeply and gripped Sean's hand. "Come along, lad," Lestrade gestured calmly, "your father will be fine."

I hope so, Sean thought to himself while he quickly walked off with the inspector.

Olivia felt as if she had been running for hours. Once again, she began to hear footsteps. For the past thirty minutes, she had been hearing something. However, no matter how many times she looked around her, there was no one to be seen. She could feel her heart practically pounding in her head. Before she would let herself collapse to the ground, Olivia quickly leaned against the wall. The cool touch felt inviting to her.

Just as she was about to sink to the floor, Olivia heard a loud thump only a couple of feet from her. Without saying a word, she quickly rose to her feet, gripping her revolver tightly in her hands. Her breaths began to quicken as she stepped closer to where the noise came from.

'Please, God, don't let it be him,' Olivia thought to herself while she stood near the hall in which the sound came from.

Before making any slight movement, Olivia cocked the revolver and gently placed her finger on the trigger. Taking a deep breath, she jumped out, aiming the weapon. Instantly, her fearful expression changed to a confused one.

"What is going on?" she asked herself. Lowering her revolver, she sighed deeply before turning away. "I swear, I must be losing it," she commented while she kept her head down.

As Olivia was about to lift her head, she felt a pair of hands grab her from behind. Before she could react, she instantly felt the vile mouse's hand cover her mouth and a pistol against her head.

"Long time, no see, don't you think?" the sinister voice said as he held her close to his body. "You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady." Tears began to form in Olivia's eyes when she began to struggle. "Ah, ah, ah, you're not going anywhere this time. Your little brats might have slipped from my grasp, but you sure as hell aren't."

Olivia continued to struggle when the large hand left her mouth. However, when she tried to scream, a damp cloth containing chloroform quickly covered her mouth. Within seconds, Olivia passed out. The strong arms grabbed her before she could hit the ground.