Galimatias: Oh wow! Thank you! That's really kind. I guess I have high expectations to live up to now, haha!

DisneyPrincess: Well, I think that Basil tried to upset Olivia at the very end at the film but she didn't seem to mind too much at that point. Yes, Eric is handsome… But not as much as Jim Hawkins! ;)

JStilz: I actually had a more difficult time writing the last one and thought the dialogue/arguments between Basil and Calysta were better in the first. Maybe this chapter will be better? Or you could help/edit me? Haha. I only try to make Basil as adorable as I find him to be… :3

Lostlovemanami: Thank you! I like your Labyrinth story as well. Labyrinth is easily one of my favourite movies and I have a huge crush on David Bowie :3

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Calysta lost her patience. In one bound she was standing face to face with Basil, holding his shirt collar with her right paw. She snarled but didn't speak a word. Their faces were mere inches apart as the girl tightened her grip on the fabric around Basil's neck. The pony-tailed mouse stared into the emerald eyes of her British counterpart; neither said anything. Basil blinked and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

Calysta loosened her grip and let her paw fall to her side. She bowed her head breaking the gaze and sighed as she turned away from the light brown mouse, "You're right, let's just go." She headed down the stairs, leaving Basil alone in the bedroom.

Basil couldn't move. It was like he had been frozen to the spot where he was standing, looking at the doorframe that the dark brown mouse had just exited by. He brought his paw up to the back of his neck and rubbed it gently without taking his eyes away from the doorway. Basil could still feel the warmth of Calysta's breath on the tip of his nose. The detective couldn't believe how close she had gotten to him, how she seemed unfazed by their proximity and how he himself didn't push her away as fast as he could. Maybe it was because he was terrified of her; she was the first mouse to react to his taunts since Ratigan, after all. "At least she didn't try to throw me off Big Ben," he thought as he moved his paw from his neck to his forehead, "Though I wouldn't put it past her." Basil inhaled the remnants of her strawberry scent, ignoring the smell of dried blood as he continued to touch his temples. Yet no amount of massaging could erase the angry hazel-eyed glare from Calysta. He heard talking from downstairs when he finally decided that he should get a move on. He pushed away the thoughts of her strawberry perfume, hazel eyes and strong grip around his collar, and left the crime scene.


Basil darted down the stairs to see Mrs LePetit sitting on a white victorian-style couch, sniffling and blowing her nose onto a handkerchief, while Calysta sat next to her. Calysta was gently rubbing the French mouse's shoulder with one paw and with the other was holding a cup of what Basil thought to be hot camomile tea. Calysta cooed gently to Villette, "There there...", she kept her paw on the white mouse's shoulder, "I made you some tea, try to calm down." The widow hiccupped and put her tissue in her lap as she accepted the warm beverage. She brought pink cup to her lips and sipped slowly as Basil continued to watch the two from the landing.

Mrs LePetit swallowed the tea and tried to hold back some of her tears, "Ah-rre you sure zat you and Monsieur Bah-zile will be ay-ble to find ze – ze – ze..." she stammered. A panicked look grew on Calysta's face; she thought she had finally managed to get her client to quiet down and didn't want the French mouse to burst into tears, again.

"Don't worry, Mrs LePetit, Basil and I will do our absolute best to make sure that justice is served. It's not the first murder I have dealt with and I have been able to catch the criminals every time." She smiled as she took one of Villette's paws into her own, "I know that Basil has the experience and the smarts to take this on, he's one of the most renowned detectives in all of Mousedom. Together, we'll be able to find out who killed your husband and keep you safe from harm."

Basil's eyes widened. His breath was caught in his throat. Calysta had actually said something nice about him and she sounded sincere. She had even been kind enough to comfort and make a cup of tea for their client. He couldn't believe that a few minutes ago this was the girl who had grabbed him by the collar and who he thought could have killed with a single glance.

The white mouse couldn't control herself anymore and started crying hysterically. The dark brown mouse picked up the handkerchief from Villette's lap and used it to dab at her tears as she tried to soothe the French mouse as best she could.

Basil cringed as the French mouse's cries grew louder; he backed himself onto the nearest wall, hoping to go unnoticed. Calysta's ear twitched; she heard Basil's back hitting the wall behind her. She turned her head slightly to look at Basil; her eyes narrowed. Just when Basil thought his partner had grown to appreciate him, Calysta gave him what he could only call the stare of death. The detective chose not to move his back from the wall, not because of the glare that the dark brown mouse was giving him, but because he really wanted nothing to do with the crying mess sitting on the couch. He wasn't the sentimental type and didn't want to be caught in yet another bone crushing hug from the white mouse. Basil tried to play it off as he was just getting down the steps and adjusted his tie. The mouse with the pony-tail wasn't buying it.

Calysta stood from her spot next to Mrs LePetit and spoke to her through gritted teeth, "Regardless, I know that I will definitely be able to solve this." She plastered a fake smile on her face, obviously upset that Basil left her to deal with the emotional widow alone.

Villette LePetit stood with Calysta and spoke through her tears, "Zhank you, Mademoiselle Sinclair." The white mouse then promptly enveloped the American in a hug. Basil smirked, glad that he didn't have to endure yet another embrace from the French mouse, and moved from his spot on the wall to behind the couch. He kept his twisted smile as he approached the two female mice; the white mouse kept crying as she held the darker one. Calysta was making obscene gestures at Basil while Mrs LePetit held her; Calysta dragged her pointer finger across her neck and mouthed the words, "YOU'RE DEAD", while Basil looked on.

He tried to stifle his laughter as he walked towards the door.


Finally, Calysta had been released from the death grip that her client was holding her in. At last, she could leave the crying widow to her own devices; Calysta was a detective, not a therapist nor was she a friend, after all. Yet, she was still upset. They stepped out the front door and Calysta couldn't help but stare angrily at Basil.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" Basil asked, still smirking, as he used the same line she did when he had first arrived at the crime scene.

Calysta was in a red-hot rage. She didn't know whether to yell at the light brown mouse or if she should tear is hat in half, or both. She tried to maintain composure; she had already lost her temper with him once today and he obviously knew what made her tick. She didn't want to let him get to her.

"Thanks for letting me do the dirty work. Greatly appreciated." She said, dripping with sarcasm, "And I'm the assistant. Hah!" She walked out towards the cobblestone streets trying to get away from the British detective as fast as she could.

Basil ignored her sarcasm as he watched Calysta walk away."You don't know where you're going", he yelled after her.

Calysta stopped in her tracks. For the second time today, Basil was right; she didn't have a lab and she had no clue where Basil's lab was. She turned to look at the detective who had yet to wipe the smirk off his face. She sighed, "You're right. I'm an American with no sense of direction. Please, tell me, oh righteous one, where are we headed?" She said bitterly, smiling.

Basil frowned, "Your sarcasm is not welcome here, Miss Calysta." She rolled her eyes, but really she was happy that Basil had gotten her name right.

"Fine, I'll stop with the wise cracks. But we should really head to your lab, so maybe we should start walking." Calysta looked up at Basil, who stood a bit taller than she.

Basil shook his head, "That won't be necessary." A quizzical expression passed over Calysta's face as the light brown mouse stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and whistled. The ground below the mice's feet began to tremble.

"What...", the female started. Basil put one of his fingers in front of Calysta's lips and turned towards the girl.

"Tell me, Miss Calysta, are you afraid of large animals?" He smiled that evil smirk that the American knew too well; she had a feeling that this could end badly.

Suddenly, what seemed like a dark cloud had shifted right above the two mice. Calysta looked up; it was a huge brown and white dog. The dog was panting and was looking right at her and Basil.

"Ahaha!", Basil exclaimed, "Toby, this is Miss Calysta. Calysta, this is Toby."

The dog seemed happy to be meeting one of Basil's friends. The dark brown mouse approached the dog, she wasn't afraid, much to Basil's dismay. "Hello Toby", Calysta said as she lifted her tiny paw for the dog to smell; Toby sniffed her paw and licked the girl's face. She giggled as she rubbed the dog's nose and face. Basil had taken a few steps closer to Calysta and Toby while the two were getting acquainted.

She turned to speak to Basil as he opened his mouth, "I didn't know you liked animals", they said in unison. Basil blushed. Calysta laughed, "I lived on a farm for a while in America", she stopped giggling and it seemed as though a shadow had been cast over her, "I learned a lot, mainly which animals I shouldn't get too close to." She kept petting Toby's nose as Basil tried to get a closer look at her expression; but she had quickly changed from somber to smiling. "Dogs are pretty safe, sorry to disappoint you", she finished.

"Ah, yes, well Toby here has the most splendid sense of smell out of all the hounds I have trained...", Basil was interrupted by his partner.

"You trained him since he was a puppy? You've trained more than one?" She asked, as she continued to rub the back of Toby's ears. The dog was throughly enjoying the attention that this mouse was giving him. Calysta turned toward Basil, "You've finally managed to impress me, Basil!"

Of all things, Basil of Baker Street did not think that Toby would be what impressed the American detective. He was hoping that his reputation alone would blow her away, it was enough for anyone else he encountered. The light brown mouse blushed a darker shade of red; Calysta didn't notice as she had moved on to scratching the top of the dog's head.

Basil cleared his throat and Calysta stopped rubbing Toby's ears and head, much to Toby's disappointment. "Right", Basil said, "We should get going to Baker Street!"

Toby lowered himself to the ground so that the two mice could hop onto his back. Basil climbed up the dog's back with ease; he was so used to riding Toby from place to place that it had become second nature for him. Calysta, on the other hand, kept sliding down the dog's slippery fur. She didn't want to ask for help, however. Basil groaned as he brought his palm up to his face. The dark brown mouse was about half-way up Toby's back when Basil extended his paw to her. She shook her head, "It's ok, I'm almost...", she slipped again. Basil didn't know whether to laugh at her or to be exasperated with her. She tried to climb up again and Basil tried to help once more, but she ignored it completely.

Basil's irritation quickly rose, "If we are to be working together you're going to need to accept help from me." He was clearly annoyed; the longer they stayed in front of their client's house, the longer it would be before they arrived at the lab and caught the criminals.

Calysta looked into Basil's emerald green eyes as she grabbed his paw with her own. The British detective pulled her up Toby's back until they were inches apart, for the second time that day.

Basil swallowed as he dropped her paw and adjusted his hat, "Right, so you'll sit at the front and hold onto Toby's collar. I will sit right behind you." He pointed to the dog's royal blue neckband.

Calysta sat down on Toby's back and got as close as she could to his neck and held onto his collar. Basil sat right behind her and held onto her waist. Calysta trembled when Basil first put his paws around her. Basil yelled, "Onwards, Toby! To Baker Street!"

The dog took off with lightening speed and the two mice were pushed backward slightly. Calysta was afraid she would fly right off Toby's back; she tightened her grip around the royal blue leather of the dog collar. Consequently, Basil tightened his grip around Calysta's middle. The cold autumn air whipped around them as the dog ran through the streets. Red and orange leaves that littered the road were kicked up as Toby stepped on them.

The sound of Basil's crazy laughter resonated in the girl's ears. The front of light brown mouse's chest was pressed up against her back. She inhaled his scent; tobacco, earl grey tea, newsprint and cardamom.

She could get used to smelling it.

Ok so… I know I said I would update yesterday…I got sidetracked, watching anime films. Please don't hurt me D: . I made this chapter much longer to compensate, yes? I don't know when I will be able to update next, seeing as I have job interview and a tea date this afternoon, my boyfriend is back from his family holiday (and he will undoubtably distract me by offering to buy me food) and I start up school again on Tuesday… So maybe Sunday? … or Monday…