Hello everybodyyyyyyyyyy! here's the second part of this fic. I'll probably update the next chapter during the weekend, along with 'I am Mistoffelees'. I'll have lots of free time this week cause it's Queenie's birthday on Monday, which means a long weekend! I love being part of the commonwealth.

Crazy: sorry this one won't be slash. Mainly because Watson's married, and Holmes is asexual, and I want the cats to reflect their human's personalities

Delphicoracle-Cat: I know right! I mean T.S. Elliot based Macavity on Moriarty. So they go hand in hand really.

Chapter 2

**Munkustrap's POV**

You may remember that after my marriage and resulting departure of the room's that we had shared, the deep friendship which had existed between Misto and myself became to some extent modified. He still came to me from time to time when he desired a companion in his investigations, but these occasions grew more and more seldom, until the year 1890 when I retain memories of only three cases which we worked on. During the winter of that year I saw in the papers that he had been engaged by the royal family of Deuteronomy upon a matter of supreme importance and I received two notes from him which implied that this case would be a long one. So it was with some surprise therefore, that I saw him teleport into my human's consulting room upon the evening of the twenty fourth. And it struck me that he was looking even paler and thinner than usual.

"Yes, I has been using my magic rather too freely" he said, in answer to my look rather than to my words; "I have been a little busy of late. Will Watson mind if my human closes the shutters?"

Upon my reassurance Misto edged his way around the wall, closely followed by Holmes who not only closed the shutters, but bolted them as well.

"You are afraid of something?" I asked,. My human Watson meanwhile, was asking Holmes the exact same thing.

"Well I am"

"Of what?"

"Of hypnotism"

"My dear Misto, whatever do you mean?"

"I think you know me well enough, Munk, to know that by no means am I a nervous cat. But it is stupidity rather than curiosity that killed the cat."

I offered him some cream and he gratefully accepted the soothing dish. "I am sorry for calling so late" said he after a few licks of the cream "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by climbing up the chimney whilst Holmes departs by scrambling over your back garden wall."

"But what's all this secrecy?" I asked. He held out his paw, and I saw in the light of the fire that his claws were torn and bleeding.

"It is not some light matter you see," he said, smiling. "On the contrary, it is solid enough for a tom to break his paw over. Is Demeter and Mrs. Watson in?"

"They are away on a visit."

"Indeed! Then you and Watson are alone?"

"Quite"

Then it makes it easier for me to propose that both of you should come with me and Holmes on a journey to mainland Europe."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you like."

There was something very suspicious about all of this, it wasn't like Misto or Holmes to take an aimless holiday. And judging from Misto's worn, paler that usual face, his nerves were stretched to their absolute limit. A feat which until now I had deemed to be impossible. Misto noticed the look of confusion on my face and proceeded to explain the situation.

"You have probably never heard of Macavity the mystery cat?" said he.

"Never"

"Aye there's the wonder of the thing!" he cried. "The tom pervades London, and no one has heard of him. That's what puts him on a pinnacle in the records of crime. I tell you, Munkustrap, if I could beat that magician, if I could free Jellicles and humans alike of him, then my career would have reached its summit. I cannot rest, Munkustrap, I cannot sit by the fireplace, if the thought that such a cat as Macavity and his human, Professor Moriarty are walking the streets of the Junkyard unchallenged."

"What have they done then?"

"Their career has been an unusual one. He was a tom of good birth and excellent education, gifted by nature with a phenomenal mathematical ability. At aged twenty one he wrote a paper on long division*. He had, to all appearances, a most brilliant career ahead of him. But the tom had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood that was intensified by his amazing mental powers.

As you are aware Munkustrap, there is no one who knows the higher criminal world of London as well as Holmes and I do. For many years I have had reason to believe that there is some deep immobile power that lies at the heart of London's crime organization. A power that stands in the way of justice and has shielded many a wrong-doer. For years I have been trying to penetrate this veil and I believe, at last, that I am succeeding. I am at last close enough to put handcuffs around the wrists of the ex Jellicle Macavity of mathematical celebrity.

He is the Napoleon of crime Munkustrap. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He is only one tom, but his agents are many. I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone, and I might mention hundreds of other who work for that fiend. It is this tom, Munkustrap which I have devoted all my energies towards exposing. And I am forced to admit, he is an antagonist who is my equal on almost every field, be it magic, intellect, or deductive reasoning. My horror of his crimes was lost to admiration at his skill.

But even as we speak the net that I have so carefully woven is being drawn around him so closely that it shall soon be impossible for him to escape. I estimate that within three days Macavity, and the principal members of his gang, will be behind bars.

Macavity himself realized this not long ago, and this morning he did me the honor of coming to visit my place. My nerves are fairly strong Munkustrap, but I must confess a shiver ran down my spine when I laid eyes on the tom that I had been working so hard to trap. He is extremely tall and thin, his forehead is highly domed. His face protrudes forth and is forever swaying from side to side in a manner unlike that of a snake. His deep set eyes peered at me with great curiosity.

"You evidently don't know me" said he

"On the contrary, I think I do, will you pray take a seat professor." I answered.

"And all I have to say has already crossed your mind no doubt" said he.

"Then my answer has crossed your," I replied

"You stand fast?"

"Absolutely"

"If you choose to do so you will be placing yourself in the path of consequence and peril." He snarled.

"Danger is part of my trade" I remarked

"It is no danger" said he "it is inevitable destruction. You hope to place me in a dock. I tell you that I will never stand in a dock. You hope to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me. If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you." He then rose from his seat and slinked out of the room. That was my one and only interview with Macavity. I left an unpleasant taste in my mouth. Especially since Macavity is not the type of cat to let the grass grow under his feat. I have already been ambushed several times already.

"He's assaulted you then?"

"Nothing so direct as that Munkustrap, they were all disguised to look like accidents. And I can say with all certainty that they will never be traced to the professor of mathematics who I daresay is engaged in working out problems on a blackboard not ten miles from here."

I have often admired my friend Mistoffelees's courage, but never more so than now.

"You will spend the night here?" I asked.

"No Munk, I cannot risk putting you and Watson in a dangerous situation. Matters are in such and advanced state that Scotland Yard can certainly make the arrests without my human's help for once. However Holmes's presence will be essential at the trails; so the best course of action will be for us to not show our faces in London for a few days. And I would be honored if you would come with us, Watson too naturally."

"We should be glad come." I smiled. Next to us Watson was shaking Holmes hand. Holmes had supposedly asked him the same thing. "Shall we leave tomorrow morning?"

"The sooner the better" agreed Misto. "Here are your instructions, and I beg you Munk, follow them to the letter, not doing so will put in in an enormous amount of danger. At exactly nine a cab driven by a fellow with a cat wearing a heavy black cloak tipped at the collar with red will arrive at your front door. Watson will hand the address to the cabman on a slip of paper with a request that he will not throw it away. As soon as the cab stops you will jump out and run to Victoria station in time for the Continental express."

"Where shall we meet you?"

"At the station. The second first class marriage will be reserved for us."

"We shall set off in the carriage then?"

"Yes"

Watson was unsuccessful in persuading Holmes to remain for the evening. It was clear that Holmes and Misto believed that they would bring trouble to the roof they were under. So with a few hurried words as to our plans for tomorrow they rose. Watson went out with Holmes into the garden whilst I watched Misto disappear up the chimney. Holmes then whistled for a cab, in which they drove away.

*I know long devision is not that hard. But hey, they're cats. And they didn't have calulators in the nineteenth century so long devision would have been quite difficult.