Uh… Well this is awkward. I know I said I would update Monday… and that today is Monday, though two weeks late… But I really was busy with school and job hunting and working on my portfolio for art school and and and and... PLEASE FORGIVE ME…

Comida Del Arte: Haha, thank you. I will most certainly keep writing it, but maybe at a slower pace than I'd like. I can't help but notice that you're writing an OC fic as well! I'm going to go read that rigghhhtt nao. ;)

DisneyPrincess: You'd be surprised at what anger can make people do! With enough adrenaline, humans have lifted cars off of their loved ones and I think Calysta could get upset enough to pick up Basil ;) I wish Jim was a face character in Disney Land… it would make MY dreams come true :p

Thanks to all those who read, reviewed, favourited and got story story alerts. It really means a lot to know that others appreciate your work :)


The sound of Basil's maniacal 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.

Toby stopped abruptly, sending the two mice lurching forward; Calysta had her chest pressed up against the back of Toby's head and Basil had his head resting on Calysta's shoulder. They had arrived at a very small door that had the number 221 1/2 in gold lettering on the front of it. Calysta looked down at her paws as Basil cleared his throat and moved himself away from her. He let go of the ponytailed mouse's waist as he slid down Toby's back. Calysta looked at the ground below from her perch atop of the dog's neck. She swallowed hard and slowly dropped the royal blue leather as Toby, panting, looked at her with an expression that could only be described as, "What is taking so long?". Calysta clenched her eyes shut. Basil, realizing that his new companion was probably afraid of heights, smacked his forehead with his palm and dragged it down his face in annoyance. Calysta, with her eyes still closed, pushed herself down Toby's side as fast as she could. She bit her lower lip as to not scream out in fear.

Calysta did not have time to hit the ground as a pair of warm light brown paws caught her by the waist. She opened her eyes; Basil had caught her and was gently bringing her down onto the cobblestone street. The pony-tailed mouse's feet were on the floor when Basil rolled his eyes and made a clicking sound with his mouth, "You could have just asked Toby the kneel, you know."

Calysta blushed. She didn't think Basil would be kind enough to catch her the way he did. She smirked as she tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. "I think I would have survived the fall", she said shrugging.

"Not with the way you threw yourself off of Toby." Basil snapped, "I would prefer to not have a partner who is wheelchair ridden, if you don't mind." He moved one of his paws from Calysta's waist to her shoulder as he picked one of Toby's hair's from her jacket, flicked the hair away and brushed her shoulder gently. Basil barely noticed that his other paw was still lingering on the dark mouse's hip; the girl however, felt as though his fingers were burning holes through her clothes. She blushed an even deeper shade of red as her eyes moved from her shoulder to the detective's bright emerald eyes. Neither of them moved.

Suddenly a loud "BANG!" was heard as the door of 221 1/2 violently swung open and a chubby light brown mouse wearing a purple dress and a white cap emerged. Some stray hairs were sticking out of her hat and she had angry expression that could easily rival Calysta's when Basil had referred to her as an assistant. Basil and Calysta quickly jumped away from each other as the stout mouse opened her mouth and yelled, "MISTER BASIL! HAVE YOU NO RESPECT-!"

Basil quickly interrupted her by sprinting over to where she was standing and covered her mouth with his paw, "Mrs. Judson, please, we do not need you to cause a scene!" He started pushing Mrs. Judson back indoors as he continued speaking to her, "You noticed we have a guest, perhaps you could make some tea and finger sandwiches..." He trailed off and Mrs Judson made mumbling sounds as Basil pushed her inside, leaving Calysta outside the front door.

Calysta turned to look at Toby, who had watched the whole scene, seemed unfazed. She raised her paw to scratch the dog's chin, "Bye Toby." The canine smiled happily and licked her face leaving as she giggled. Basil poked his head around the front entrance and tossed a small treat to the dog, "Until next time, Toby." The dog barked affectionately as he trotted back to his home. The detective turned to the dark haired mouse, "Do I have to invite you inside? Or would you like to stand on the porch all evening?"


Calysta was surprised at how cluttered Basil's apartment was; there were swords hanging on the walls and Basil stored his coat in a grandfather clock. There was a red armchair in the centre of the living room with a violin leaning on one of the sides. Newspaper littered the floor. Across from the red armchair was a couch of the same colour as the chair. There were news clippings in frames covering the walls around a fireplace; above the fireplace was a mantle which was over flowing with photographs. A huge table was lining the wall across from the hearth with bottles on it: Calysta assumed that this was Basil's lab, she stared at the coloured liquids and vials intently. The whole room smelled of burning wood, tobacco and newsprint.

Mrs Judson gently opened the kitchen door and the soft smell of fruits wafted into the living room. The maid turned to Calysta then turned to Basil, "You didn't tell me the guest was beautiful." Calysta blushed and Basil's eyes widened; he was speechless. The housemaid turned back to Calysta as she placed a teapot, two cups and a plate of finger sandwiches on a stack of books next to the red armchair, "Now how did such a pretty thing like yourself get stuck with an impudent man such as him." Calysta giggled as Basil tapped his foot onto the floor and clenched one of his paws into a fist, "Now see here-", he started but was interrupted.

"The misfortune of being from America and not having a lab, I suppose." Calysta said smiling as she sat on the red armchair as she poured the hot liquid from the pot in a tea cup. Mrs Judson seemed suddenly more interested in the foreigner, "America...", the maid whispered wide eyed as she continued to ask Calysta about the far away land across the pond. Basil continued to stare at the two women discussing. Beautiful? Basil didn't really think of anyone as beautiful, let alone his new partner. Maybe he thought his mother was beautiful once, but Calysta was too rough around the edges to be considered beautiful.

Basil cleared his throat; Mrs Judson and Calysta stopped conversing. "Mrs Judson, thank you for the tea but Miss Calysta and I must start our work on the murder, we do not have a moment to lose", he said. Mrs Judson sighed as she said her goodbyes to the pony-tailed mouse and headed back to the kitchen.

Calysta put her cup of tea back onto the pile of books and got up, "I'll get the samples."


The dark haired mouse pulled out her black notebook and placed it onto the laboratory table. Basil glanced at it: there was a small diagram of the windowsill and exactly where the prints had been. She carefully handed the pieces to the light brown male. Basil gently dusted the pieces of tape with powder and then examined them one by one under his microscope. He hummed every time he looked at a new piece. Calysta nervously drummed her fingers on the table while Basil peered into the lens. "Well?", she asked impatiently. He mumbled grimly, "Adult mouse, average size..." Calysta continued to look at him intently, "Anything else?" Basil shook his head, "At the very least, we know it wasn't Mr LePetit, as he was quite over weight.", he said, remembering the photo from the newspaper that morning.

Basil looked over at the assortment of brown envelopes that Calysta had started to open. The girl emptied the contents of each container into a different petri dish and labeled them with letters "A" through "I". She looked up at the detective, "Test for blood types, if there was any foreign toxins or other bodies in the blood ." Basil nodded as Calysta went to lie on the red couch to finish her tea. "Let me know if you need help", she said. Basil waved his paw at her absently, "I would prefer to do this part alone if you don't mind. I have my things organized a certain way..." he mumbled, "I'll let you know when I'm finished."

The sky outside had quickly grown dark; the lampposts had all been turned on and the a stars were shining dimly in the city light. Basil continued to distinguish blood types and foreign bodies; he nibbled on his lower lip as he concentrated.

Hours had passed when he had finally finished. "AHA!" he exclaimed. Three different blood types; the victim and two more. No poison, nothing out of the ordinary. The only strange thing that Basil had found was two different pieces of bone; each piece had come from a different body. One piece was from the victim, but how could there be a piece of bone from another? How hard had Mr LePetit fought his two killers? Basil found it difficult to believe that he would be able to stab either of his adversaries. Even if the victim had managed to hurt his opposers to that point they would need medical attention. Basil smiled, if they could look into the nearest hospitals, perhaps he and Calysta could find at least one of the killers in the morning. Basil turned to his female partner to tell her the good news.

The fire was out. On the couch was Basil's counterpart, asleep. The detective got up from his spot in front of the laboratory table and walked over to the sofa to look at her. He glanced over at the grandfather clock, two sixteen in the morning. Basil sighed and draped a white quilt over Calysta. He squat down next to the couch to look at her. He hoped she was in a deep sleep and he gently pulled the ribbon from her hair so her pony-tail would become undone. Calysta's long dark brown hair fell from this usual place and framed her face. Basil continued to look at her; her long eyelashes fluttered a little in her sleep.

Maybe Mrs Judson was right. Maybe Calysta was beautiful. Just maybe.


Alright, so if I'm slacking, feel free to hassle me for an update. Really. I'm so serious (I sometimes… *cough cough*always… need to be motivated).

Next chapter... Cal and Basil head to the morgue... LOL. I'm serious.

OH AND NEW VILLAIN. yeyeyeyeye.