Here's chapter one. again I Do Not Own The Great Mouse Detective. just the o.c's in it. Enjoy!

chapter one

I had just finished my recent case of a missing ring from a young lady that came in when Flavasham case ended. It seemed like a simple case, but nothing is as simple as it seems and it took Dawson and I almost a month to capture the culprit and retrieve the ring. I had been finishing what paperwork I had left while Dawson on the other hand was catching up on reading his newspaper when a knock came to my door. I looked at the time, wondering who would be out at this hour as Dawson goes on to answer the door. I knew I heard a woman at the door, but from what I could see Dawson was helping someone carry another through the door way. They had this one lying on the ground as they removed the jacket off of what appears to be a older male of his sixties possibly. I hadn't noticed till the one that brought this male mouse in passed by me hanging the damp jacket near by the fire. I couldn't really tell who is was with the deerstalker wet hat draping over this one's head and the brown trench coat clinging to this one. I hadn't really been looking till Mrs. Judson came in from finishing the last of her cleaning, noticing our conscious guest.

"Oh my! poor dear, you must be chilled to the bone."

"Oh no madam. I assure you I am quite alright. I'm more concerned for the gent i found over at the corner of Baker and Brimming."

So I was right in thinking I heard a woman. Though I must admit she's very well spoken and obviously more concerned for this man then herself. I would have thought she would know him in one way from how she seems to care, but it wouldn't be the case since she just found him in this condition. Though i was watching Dawson care for the man, i was also watching Mrs. Judson help the young lady out of her wet hat and coat. From what I could see she had medium brown fur, that some of had grown long enough to pull into a low ponytail. I also heard Mrs. Judson compliment the young lady on her choice of clothes. I looked and saw her in mostly men's attire: brown pants, white button up shirt, blue tie, suspenders and black shoes i hadn't notice when she came in. I didn't quite hear what they were talking about, but i could only assume Mrs. Judson went to get tea and crumpets for her.

When i saw Mrs. Judson left through her kitchen door, the young lady rushed over to Dawson as he's packing is his bag away.

"Excuse me doctor, will he be alright?"

"Well yes, indeed he will miss. A cut to the forehead and a good knock to the head seems to be all that's wrong, but i will be getting in touch with the hospital to send help down here just in case."

"Oh good. I do hope he wakes up soon."

"Now why is that miss?" I asked

"Kay, just call me Kay for now."

"Alright Miss kay. Why do you hope he wakes besides the obvious."

"Cause he's an foreign ambassodor for the United States and he appeared to not have come alone."

"How can you tell Miss Kay?" said Dawson

"Well besides his very expensive clothes and due to the style its not exactly like the clothes here. Though he has callouses on his right hand, it seems that the one on his pointer finger is due to all the writing he does while traveling I assume. There's also the fact that the representatives all around the world are coming into london this week and his wallet that I saw that has his name and official seal of being such importants to the country."

"Wow Miss Kay, you sound just like Basil there"

"So that's his name then. The one who kept eyeing me when that sweet lady was talking to me. Although i take it she didnt find it fitting for a lady to wear such clothes."

Eyeing her?

"Madam I wasn't eyeing you as you say. I just simply noticed you is all."

"Well Mr. Basil you should have been noticing him more. As i said, he wasn't alone."

"How do you figure that?"

"Nothing of important is missing. Wallet, money, not even his wedding band of forty years lucky him."

"Forty? how can you tell?"

"He has a tan line around his finger, very distinctive and also the ring is pretty worn and tarnished, he wears that ring very well and very loved."

"Wow"

"Well Miss Kay as interesting as that is, why do you believe he wasn't alone?"

I watched as she goes over to where the gentlemouse's coat was hanging and pulled out a piece of paper and brings it over towards me and unfolds it.

"Because Mr. Basil there's a private meeting with the queen with a couple of scientists and inventors to bring more into this country and his companion was one of those that was invited."

I look over the paper that Miss Kay was holding to see she was right. Now we had a missing person's case and if the American Ambassador would wake up soon, we maybe able to get some answers, but not much longer I had thought that, we heard him start to move. When he started to sit up, Miss Kay and Dawson rushed to help him up and into my green chair. Only now did I see this one's aged face and the graying into his brown hair.

"Mr. Ambassador are you alright?"

"Better then earlier miss, but how did you know that I'm an Ambassador?"

"Clothes and wallet sir. Especially once I knew of your name Sir Malcom Jacob. Once I knew that I knew where you came from as well. That's all they talked about back home was the news of you going to London."

"Ah, so you're an American then. Well it's nice to meet you..."

"Kay sir...Kay McDowell"

"No! you!"

I cleared my throat as my patience seemed to thin, wondering what was so fascinating about this Kay and why he didn't seem to notice that she's American.

"Oh, I do apologize young lad. Thank you both for helping me as well you Miss McDowell...My goodness, who would have thought I would meet you."

"Miss Kay, by the way Jacob speaks of you you must be famous in your country. What prey tell is your occupation?"

"Oh Miss Kay, no bragging?"

" I am a lady of the sort. I don't brag, but it would be polite to tell you. Mr. Basil I'm...a detective out west of my country and before I get asked. I know it's strange for there to be detectives out there when there are sheriffs Well no thank you, sheriffs die quicker then detectives and the officers around my area. Ugh they have the intelligence of a flee, memory of a gold fish and the speed of a sleeping sloth. Molasses moves faster then they do.

I kept my laughter on the inside as I allowed all but a small smirk on my face. She seemed to have a similar opinion of authority as I do when it comes to cases and such. I was just now looking at Kay as a whole. Her outfit, though strange for any female to wear it fitted her quite well as well as with her medium brown fur that is being held with a brown ribbon. So casual with her wardrobe, but nothing all casual about her.

" Well I should have known from how you sound so much like Basil here. He's a detective around here as well."

"Well I'm glad to be in the presence of two detectives because I'm in trouble."

"The scientist you were escorting that's missing correct?"

"Yes, you see she's well know on the east side of our country and has been working on finding a way to atleast weaken cancer. Hoping that someday to eliminate it all together"

"That's a noble cause, but why would anyone kidnap her?"

"I do not know, she has also been working on a secret project to use radiation to get rid of cancer. Although she has also been doing some experiments for the military. I do not know of what, that is under classification, but I could only guess that's what they kidnapped her for."

"More then we had a few minutes ago."

"Tell us what happened before you went unconscious. Every details to the best of your ability."

He goes on to explain to us what happened. So him and the scientist; Julia Edmond were heading to the hotel she was staying after leaving the carriage when he felt something...Kay assuming a pipe from how he described the feeling. Smashed against the back of the skull. He had blacked out, but remembering that it was several henchmen that grabbed her and said he was hearing someone walking with a stick of some kind and badly scratched voice. Dawson himself thought it is either just the way the last henchman talked or there was damage to the throat.

"Was there anything they said that you can remember?"

"Only that they needed to keep her alive and in one piece. That and i quote "if we even bruise her de boss will bruise us or worse. Feed us to his new baby"

No...no it couldn't be.

"You said his voice sounded terrible and was walking with a stick. Did you also hear footsteps?"

"Well now that you asked. I remember when he passed by me before i passed out only hearing one footstep and then the sound of the stick."

"Do you think it's possible it could be a peg leg."

"Well that would make sense since i never did hear a second step with the cane."

"Basil you don't think" said Dawson with a worried look in his eyes

And he should be worried. If a flightless bat could survive then most likely...so did his boss.

"Yes Dawson it's exactly what I think. Which means HE survived."

"Who survived?"

"A month ago I had another case dealing with a mad rat trying to take over the mousedom. He fell off Big Ben though, but I doubt there would be anyone else that the henchmen you heard would work for. A peg-legged bat with a broken wing"

"The clockwork queen." spoke Kay, surprising everyone and myself when she spoke.

"How would you have know about that Miss Kay." said Dawson

"I have a newspaper delivered to me from all over the world. It keeps me in the loop of everything just in case I get a special case out of the country."

I watched a smile form on her lips as I see her looking over at me from where she sat on the floor near Jacobs.

"Well that picture in the newspaper doesn't do you justice I may say."

"So you knew who I was then."

"I needed to be one hundred percent sure it was you, but yes in other words I did. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you Basil."

Never knew she could move so fast as I had watched her from her sitting position now about a couple of inches away from my face. She looked determined and ready at will as she smiled at me and extended her hand out to me.

"Well since this case is having to deal with one of my countries kind here in London, I say we do this together. Of course with Dawson as well, can't do it without your companion."

I would have never agreed to bring her with me, but she had made a point. This was now dealing with international matters and that meant that she would need to be with me to bring who I have believed to done the kidnapping to justice and so she could make sure the Ambassador and the scientist back home in one piece. With a smile I hadn't known to be making till last minute on my face I took her soft hand into my own and agreed with her on it.