Next chapter coming at ya. I think you might like this. An old friend, and I do mean old as in age too, not just in knowing as well. Anyways, r&r and I'll get these up as soon as possible.

Well, Liz walked up the street. It wasn't Samantha's street. She knew that if anything, she couldn't possibly do it alone. She walked up to the old house, and knocked on the door. This was the house that belonged to the person Liz knew could never be known to Samantha.

"Now who could that be?" Came a voice from inside.

The old mouse pulled back the door and saw her.

"Liz?" He asked.

"Dr. Dawson!" She said, jumping into a hug. He hugged her back.

"Liz dear, what brings you here?" He asked.

"Everyone's been taken. You knew my dad was dating, right? Well his girlfriend is a psycho, and she's kidnapped Dad, Remy, Olivia, Ginger, and John. It's a disaster!!!!!!" She said, near tears.

"Oh Liz. Dear, you know how sorry I am. Don't you worry, we're going to get them back."


"Basil, Basil, Basil." Said Samantha, finding herself walking down the stairs towards the chained up people. The basement was like a dungeon, and they hung from the chains hanging off of the wall.

"Oh, your poor daughter-"

"What have you done to her!" Said Basil, jumping to conclusions.

"Oh, nothing, yet. I can't believe you've never taught her to actually go down to the basement, or at least look for hidden doors." She said.

"I've taught her that. She's just panicking." Said Basil, almost very formal. "But, I've got a question. Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Oh, if you must know... Do you remember when I told you about my husband and son."

"Why yes, they are both dead. Why?" He asked, suddenly.

"Because you're the reason they're dead. You and that little brat of yours." She said, storming up the stairs and out the door that Liz was unable to find.

"What?" Asked Basil.

"Basil, what did you do to create such a crazy bitch like that?" Asked Remy.

"I didn't do a thing..." Said Basil, in thought. Suddenly, it hit him. "Oh dear." He suddenly said.

"What?" Asked Remy.

"Liz is in deep trouble." He said.


"Liz, I don't think I can help you." Said Dawson.

"But, I need you." She said.

"but, my wife needs me more." He said, motioning over to the couch inside. Liz saw that Dawson's wife, Diana, was very pale, even though she was originally white, and she looked sick to the bone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I... I didn't mean to... You stay with your wife... I'll figure this one out..." Stuttered Liz, walking away.

"I'm sorry Liz, but this is unlike any sickness I've ever seen in my life. I don't know if it's even contagious or not, so I could give it to you while we work on the case. But, further more, I do not wish to leave my wife alone not knowing what it is." He explained.

"It's fine... Take care of her." Said Liz, down the street now.

"Good bye, dear. And good luck." He said.


"Liz." Came a voice. Liz stopped, and just in time. a human carriage raced right pass her, and she could have been crushed by the wheel if she hadn't of stopped.

But where did that voice come from? She looked around. She could have sworn that it was her mother's voice, but there was no way. She shrugged it off, and walked around the corner.


"So, that's seriously what the problem is. Well, I can't even imagine being in her place." Said Remy, after Basil finished explaining himself.

"Well, I don't blame her. I felt very murderous towards Ratigan when I thought he had killed Liz, like three times already. Which, in the end, karma got the best of the old rat." Said Basil.

"yeah, I guess. I still can't believe it. Can Ratigan really be dead?" Said Remy.

"Well, we all got to die sometime." Said Basil. "But it doesn't really feel right to me either, kid. But, we'll get pass it." He added.

"So, she should actually be after me too." Said Remy.

"What?" Said Basil, looking up for a moment.

"Well yeah, after all, I did distract Jimmy so that Liz could shoot him, even if that wasn't the exact plan, and I'm the one that hit Jarred with the shoe, even though Liz hit him first, I threw the final shoe, so basically, she should be trying to get me." Said Remy.

"No son. I don't want you trying to turn the blame on yourself. That could just get you killed." Said Basil.

"He's right, you know." Came a voice from the doorway. Samantha stepped down into the little light, holding a gun. "Now I can get one of the little brats right here, and right now."

Alright, sorry for the slow updates, but, luckily, next week, my school has a four day weekend, so hopefully by then, I'll be done with this story, not that I want to rush it, but I don't want to loose that other awesome idea. Well, keep reading and reviewing and I'll be back with another story soon.