Whoop! Second update in 6 days!

DisneyPrincess: Thank you! I always look forward to your reviews. Isn't it unfortunate that there are more people know who Rebecca Black is than there are people who know who Basil and Ratigan are? I absolutely love Basil's quirks too... I would totally live with him, I'm sure it would be crazy fun.

Comidia Del Arte: Thanks for your review. The mention was really nothing, I throughly enjoyed your second chapter and I am impatiently awaiting your third. Also! In my history of theatre class, we'll be studying "Commedia dell Arte", and I thought of you right away! Just thought you should know. ;)

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Calysta stretched and yawned as she rubbed her eyes. She didn't even remember falling asleep yet she was waking up. Her arms reached above her head as her eyelids fluttered open. She was looking up at a ceiling that she did not recognize. Calysta went from her lying down to an upright sitting position as a sound of shock escaped her lips; her long dark hair framed her face and caressed her cheeks. She peered at her surroundings; it seems that the girl had fallen asleep at Basil of Baker Street's apartment. Calysta brought her paw up to her head and massaged her temples; she must have dozed off while Basil was testing blood samples. She groaned. There was no way that the British detective could take her seriously after this. She felt like an assistant.

The kitchen door swung open and Mrs Judson emerged from the other room. "Good morning dear, did you have a nice rest?", she asked politely. The maid was wearing the same white cap as she wore the day before but her dress had changed to one that was deep blue. She was carrying a white carafe filled with a a steaming liquid and a cup; in her other hand, she held a tray of crumpets.

Calysta perked up as soon as Mrs Judson entered the living room. She looked up and smiled at the older mouse, "I slept well, thank you". The dark brown mouse gently sniffed the air; cheese crumpets and... coffee? The smile on Calysta's face grew as she glanced at the pot the housemaid was holding. Mrs Judson noticed the almost goofy expression that was now painted on the younger girl's face; she placed the coffee and crumpets on the couch while Calysta was fixated on the porcelain container. The maid poured some coffee into a cup. The dark brown mouse's eyes brightened, "Thank you!", she exclaimed as she sprung up to grab the mug, nearly knocking Mrs Judson and the coffee pot over in the process. Mrs Judson thought that the girl's obvious love for coffee and quirky excitement must be some sort of American trait and patted the other mouse on the back.

The maid sat on the red couch next to the tray of crumpets, picked up one of the buns and started to nibble on it . Calysta was still wrapped in the white quilt as she sipped the hot beverage. The dark brown mouse turned to the lighter one, "Thank you for breakfast", she continued as she stared down into her cup, "and for putting the blanket over me last night."

Mrs Judson turned toward the girl with a raised eyebrow. Calysta moved her eyes from the coffee mug to the maid and noticed her air of confusion, "You didn't put the blanket on me... did you?".The maid shook her head and got up from her seat on the couch; she brushed some cheese crumbs from her dress. Calysta's eyes widened; it must have been Basil. That was the second act of kindness that the British detective would have performed in less than twenty four hours; first catching Calysta mid-fall when she threw herself off Toby and now the quilt. Calysta turned a light shade of pink in realization as she kept looking in wide eyed wonderment at Mrs Judson. The American ran a paw through her hair and noticed that it was out of her usual pony-tail; did Basil do this too? She blushed a darker shade of red as she thought of the British detective touching her hair.

Suddenly loud stomping was heard from the floor above. Calysta looked up at the ceiling as Mrs Judson walked back into the kitchen; the maid stopped in the doorframe, turned and winked at the blushing mouse who was still wrapped in the quilt. The door swung shut and Mrs Judson disappeared.

There was a loud series of thumping sounds was Basil bounded down the staircase. Basil was wearing his violet robe and had a huge grin plastered onto his face. Calysta was terrified of his eerie smile and what the detective would say about her impromptu sleep-over; his overbearing facial expression wasn't helping. Basil stopped mid-leap, "Is that the smell of crumpets?", he asked to no one in particular. He kept smiling; this worried the girl even more. Perhaps Basil had discovered who the culprit was while she was asleep; Calysta silently prayed that this wasn't the case.

"So, what about the samples from yesterday? Did you find anything useful?", Calysta asked as she tried to take a sip of her coffee but found it difficult to swallow; she was much too nervous and the idea of Basil solving the case while she had been sleeping, being so nice and touching her hair made it difficult for the girl to function normally. She put her cup back on the tray.

"Useful indeed!" Basil exclaimed as he landed on the living room floor. He ran over to the laboratory table and picked up two petri dishes then rushed over to the red sofa. The detective pushed the samples into the girl's face; her vision blurred as the two glass plates got dangerously close to her eyes.

She grabbed a small pate in each paw; in the petri-dishes were two of the smallest white specks that Calysta had ever seen, "Bone?", she asked as she looked up at Basil.

The detective was nodding as he paced the room, his pipe to his lips, "Yes, two different bodies."

Calysta raised her eyebrow quizzically as she got up from her spot on the couch and brought the two samples back to the laboratory table; she tried to find a space on the wooden surface that wasn't covered in beakers, test tubes and a strange experiment that consisted of boots turning and the soles printing onto sheets of paper. She turned to Basil, "I highly doubt that the victim would have been able to have a piece of the bone to exit the body without causing some serious damage."

Basil stopped pacing, "Precisely what I had thought last night. Well, this morning actually... While you were sleeping", he smirked as he glanced at her.

Calysta had hoped that Basil wouldn't mention how she had taken the back seat while he had looked through dried blood samples. She knew he was right but she couldn't help but be a bit peeved with him, "Perhaps if you were a bit more organized", she motioned to the table behind her, "I would have been able to help." Basil scowled as she continued, "You took quite some time to test the samples as well, I would have been awake, if you were a bit quicker", she walked towards the fireplace, her back to Basil, and looked at the collection of photographs on the mantle.

Basil took the pipe from his mouth and ground his teeth together. He wanted to say something to her but couldn't think of anything; it was a first. He tried to think of something witty but it's as though his brain could only focus on the long brown hair that he had taken out from its usual ponytail the night before. The long straight hair cascading down his partner's back, shining in the soft sunlight that poured in from between the windows at the front of the room.

"Who is this?", Calysta asked curiously as she pointed out at a frame. Basil painstakingly tore his eyes away from the girl's hair as he got closer to the mantle; he stood close behind the American, inhaled her strawberry scent and looked up at the photo she was pointing at.

Basil clenched his fists, "My arch nemesis, the nefarious Professor Ratigan", he said through git teeth.

Calysta took the frame into her paws as she looked closely at the picture of the rat wearing a tiny top hat. She turned to look at Basil, "That bad?", she asked.

Basil felt the warmth of Calysta's breath on the tip of his nose when she spoke. He looked at the photo in the girl's paw and snarled, "He was an evil mastermind, the Napoleon of crime!". A sudden darkness washed over Basil as he spoke, "For years, he was able to pull off the most terrible schemes until...", he trailed off as he crossed his arms and moved his gaze from Calysta to the floor, "Until the day where he nearly killed me." He swallowed and looked up at his American counterpart; some of her hair had fallen into one of her eyes and her tiny light pink nose twitched slightly. Calysta nodded, beckoning for Basil to continue. He sighed, "He tried to overthrow the Queen that day, by creating a robot doppelganger of her, he tried to become the ruler of Mousedom. Ratigan failed, thankfully, but he nearly threw me off Big Ben while I was trying to capture him."

Calysta interjected, "Do you ever think about what would have happened if you would have fallen that day?", she seemed genuinely concerned about Basil's sudden turn of emotion. She placed the frame face down on the mantle.

"Every day." Basil muttered sombrely. He perked up, "No matter, Ratigan in no longer at large and my cases have been less sinister...-", Basil was interrupted mid-sentence.

"You killed him?" Calysta yelped. She hoped she wasn't in the presence of a murderer; Basil had given her the impression, especially this morning with his mood swings, that he was a little crazy. But a killer? Hopefully not.

Basil sighed, exasperated, "No, I did not kill anyone. He fell from the hands of the clock tower."

Calysta raised her eyebrows. "Fell. Fell, not pushed. Sure." she mumbled sarcastically. "So, he's dead?"

Basil's shoulders slumped, his face fell and turned sombre once more as he walked toward his red armchair and sat down. He shook his head, "No. He is not dead", he picked up his violin and started playing a depressing tune.

Calysta stomped over to the chair in the centre of the living room. "You mean to say that he fell from Big Ben and survived?", she asked, astonished.

Basil nodded as he continued to play his violin, "He's currently in a maximum security prison. He also has a few missing limbs from his fall". Calysta rolled her eyes; she wasn't enjoying the pity party that the British detective decided to throw himself.

"I don't understand what the problem is, Basil. He's in jail, he doesn't even have all his appendages and you're sitting here feeling sorry for yourself. Why do you even keep that photo above your fire place? To remind yourself that you didn't do a perfect job?"

The violin made a screeching sound as Basil put the bow down onto the floor, "I keep the photograph to remind myself of the constant possibility of danger, the ever-lasting threat of evil that exists in this world." He put the violin down next to the bow, "I keep it to remind myself that maybe I should have made sure that Ratigan and countless other vilains ended up dead, regardless of the consequences or the guilt I would have to live with." He turned away from Calysta and lowered his voice as he continued to speak, "I keep it to remind me of that night, and what would happen if Ratigan ever broke free."

Silence fell between the two mice. Calysta's breath was caught in her throat; there she was, standing in front of a mouse who she had accused of feeling sorry for himself when in reality he was just afraid. She felt terrible; she had been so unnecessarily cruel to someone who was trying to be her friend. Calysta looked at Basil; he was avoiding eye-contact, paws in his robe's pockets.

There were many things that could have explained what Calysta did next, but it was near impossible to pin point what it was exactly. Maybe it was because she felt guilty. Maybe it was the sudden burst of energy that the coffee gave her. Maybe it was because Basil was kind enough to drape a blanket over her the night before and she wanted to be just as kind. Maybe she understood what it's like to be scared. Maybe she wanted to be Basil's friend.

Calysta dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Basil.

The two mice's cheeks touched as Calysta spoke softly, "Basil, I'm sure that this Napoleon of crime, as you call him, has nothing on you. You were able to get him into jail. There's nothing you can't do."

Basil, who was innately repulsed by any means of physical contact, didn't mind the embrace that he was in. He was initially surprised by Calysta's act of kindness but listened intently to her soft speech.

The British mouse felt warm as his American partner held him. His nose brushed against her long, brown, strawberry-scented hair as he wrapped his arms around her in return.


The mouse wore a black mask that covered half his face as he sat in his leather chair and exhaled smoke from his cigar. He formed rings with the exhaust; the rings gently floated upward and hit a standing mouse in the jaw.

The mouse who was standing upright scowled, "Hey Boss!", he said in a strong Cockney accent.

The mouse in the chair, Boss, laughed and crushed his cigar in an ashtray that was sitting on his desk. Boss picked up a newspaper from the wooden surface. He looked at the day's headline, "Huet LePetit killed in home!", and grinned. Boss muttered, "Sloppy, sloppy.", in a tone that was much too happy considering he was talking about a murder.

The mouse who was standing next to the leather chair was tall but chubby, he wore a black beret and a long overcoat. He looked down at Boss, "It wasn't my fault."

Boss looked up from paper. His masked face looked terrifying in the dim light of his office, "That's not the point, Faust", he said in a pronounced Boston accent. The grin quickly vanished from Boss' face. He dropped in newsprint back onto the table. His left fist came up and banged loudly onto the wooden surface; his fist was covered in a black velvet glove. Boss stood, "It shouldn't have happened at all!", he yelled.

Faust felt as though the other mouse's scream was so loud that the draped window behind him had begun to shake. Faust tried to defend himself, "I know, Boss, I'm sorry, but the team you hired..."

"SHUT UP!" The other mouse yelled again.

Faust flinched. He was a new employee, or henchman, of Boss. Faust didn't know much about the other man; the tall mouse didn't know his name, his plans or why he wore a mask over half his face. Faust thought it better than to ask, all he knew was that it was best to do as Boss said. He remained silent.

Boss sat back down in his leather chair as picked up the newspaper once more and quickly skimmed the article. He grunted, "Basil of Baker Street... Detective Calysta Sinclair". He threw the paper against the wall, "Do you know who those two are?", he asked, as loud as ever.

Faust's knees were hitting each other as he shook his head, "N-n-no."

Boss smiled again as he got back up. He used his right paw to gently start removing the black velvet from his left. Boss now began to speak in a low whisper, "I highly recommend that you find out." He entirely removed the glove from his left hand; he had no fingertips, only exposed joints and bones up to his knuckles. Faust nearly gagged when the glove was removed. Boss moved his fingers to his henchman's face and traced the other mouse's jaw with his bones. Faust clenched his eyes shut and prayed for everything to be over. The henchman felt Boss slowly breathing in his ear, "Get out of my office. Now."

Faust walked as fast as he could to the exit without breaking into a run. He opened the door but before he had the chance to step out, Boss made a hissing sound, beckoning for Faust to listen.

"I want both their heads on a platter. You got it?"

Faust swallowed, "Got it, Boss."


So I tried to make a long update as to apologize for my two-week absence. Hopefully everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

In other news, my unhealthy obsession with "The Great Mouse Detective" hit an all time high when, after receiving a set of mice rings that I ordered from ebay, I went to the closest forever21 and nearly bought a shirt solely because it had a graphic of a mouse with a Basil-like hat on...

If anyone has a story that they would like for me to read, please let me know! I would be more than happy to read and review your work and I am always looking for fun things to read.

Much love, thank you to all the readers. Feel free to hassle me for an update (but hopefully, I'll be so fast that you won't need to.)