Hey there, hi there, ho there! Are you all ready for a brand spanking new chapter? You must be if you're actually here, reading my crap!

Sorceress of the Nile: Thank you! That's exactly what I was going for...yeah, Gaston's a chauvenistic pig.

FairyTales And Pixie Dust: My sentiments exactly!

In this chapter, Danielle meets the Baker Street mice, including her dad's old foe Basil. As always, I own nothing.

Shortly after Danielle passed out on the sidewalk, the front door of 221 1/2 B Baker Street opened, revealing a portly older male mouse with a blonde mustache wearing purplish-gray clothes. "I'll be right back, Mrs. Judson, I'm just taking a walk," he called behind him. Then, he saw Danielle. "Oh my!" He hurried over to her and knelt beside her. "You're in a sorry state, aren't you, my dear?" He put his finger on her wrist and felt her pulse. "Well, you're alive, but if I leave you out here chances are you won't be for much longer." He gently picked the unconscious girl up and carried her to the door, where he was greeted by a plump middle-aged lady mouse wearing a blue dress and a cap.

"Goodness gracious!" the lady exclaimed, seeing Danielle. "The poor thing! Is she one of your patients, Dr. Dawson?"

Dr. Dawson shook his head. "I just found her lying on the sidewalk outside the apartment. I thought I should bring her in here."

"Well, lay her on the sofa," Mrs. Judson suggested. Dawson obeyed and lay Danielle on her back on the sofa. The two mice looked at her. "My, she's a pretty young thing, isn't she?" Mrs. Judson asked.

"Quite," Dawson agreed. "I'll have to inspect her body for any sort of wounds." He started to unbutton Danielle's blouse, then saw the necklace around her neck. "What's this? There's something inscribed here." He took out a pair of reading glasses and read the inscription. "Danielle. That must be her name."

"What a lovely name, too," Mrs. Judson commented. "Quite suitable for a lovely girl."

"Yes...a lovely girl with the most interesting fur color I've ever seen," Dawson agreed. "Why, the only other time I've seen this color was..." He paused. "No. It can't be." He and Mrs. Judson turned to the mantle, where a portrait of the late Professor Ratigan was framed.

"Do you think it's possible?" Mrs. Judson asked.

"Well, to be honest I never thought that Ratigan could ever HAVE a family, being the treacherous fiend that he was," Dawson replied, "but she has his exact same fur and hair color, so I'd say it's possible. Oh dear me. Basil won't be happy if he sees her here."

"But you're not going to toss her out, are you, Doctor?" Mrs. Judson asked.

Dawson frowned. "No. This poor girl obviously needs our help, and I'm not going to throw her out just because of her last name. We'll set her onto the bed in the spare room in the back. Hopefully we can help her."

Danielle moaned as she regained consciousness. She blinked. She was no longer on the sidewalk; she was in a bedroom, lying in a bed, wearing a white nightgown. She squeaked as she felt around her neck and sighed with relief when she felt her necklace. She would have been devastated if anyone had stolen her necklace.

Danielle sat up and looked around the room. It was a standard bedroom, with a chest-of-drawers and a chair to one side. Next to the bed was a nightstand, and on the nightstand was a tray holding a teapot, a teacup and a plate of crumpets. Immediately her stomach began to grumble, reminding her that it had been quite some time since she ate last. Hopefully no one will mind if I have just one crumpet, Danielle thought to herself. She picked up a crumpet and bit into it. She didn't know whether it was due to an extraordinary recipe or the fact that she was starving, but that crumpet was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Hungrily she devoured the rest, washing them down with some tea. She sighed. It felt good to be in a safe, dry place, with warm food in her belly. But where exactly was she?

Just then, the door opened. Mrs. Judson came in, carrying a bundle. "Oh, good, you're awake. We were afraid you'd pass away on us." She looked at the empty plate on the tray. "I see you ate the cheese crumpets I left for you. Did you like them?" Danielle nodded. "I'm so glad." She handed Danielle the bundle. "Here, I laundered your clothes for you."

Danielle finally found her voice. "Th-Thank you. Please, ma'am, can you tell me where I am?"

"Why, you're at 221 1/2 B Baker Street, Miss Ratigan," a gentleman's voice told her. She peered over to see Dawson standing behind Mrs. Judson. "How is she doing, Mrs. Judson?"

"She's doing fine, Doctor. She ate the crumpets I left out."

"Good, good. That means her appetite is healthy." Dawson smiled at the young girl, who looked saddened. "You know who I am," she sighed. It was a statement, not a question.

"Indeed. I'm no genius detective, but I could figure out that you were related to the late Professor Ratigan by your fur and hair color. You ARE related to him, are you not?"

Danielle nodded. "He was my father. I suppose you want to throw me out now that you know."

"On the contrary, my dear. We want to help you." Danielle looked up at the doctor. "You DO?"

Just then, there was the sound of the front door slamming open. "HA HA! Chalk up another victory for the forces of good!" a man's voice declared.

"Land sakes, he's home!" Mrs. Judson gasped. She turned to Danielle. "Now my dear, you stay in here, all right?" Danielle nodded, still trying to figure out why the address 221 1/2 B Baker Street was ringing a bell to her. "Good girl." She and Dawson hurried into the main room. "I take it the stake out must have been a success, then. Well done, Mr. Basil."

Mr. Basil? Danielle thought. Then, she realized where she was...she was in the home of Basil of Baker Street, her father's archfoe. She leapt out of bed and ripped off the nightgown, then quickly started to put on her regular clothes. As she did, she went over to the door and peered through the small open crack to get a better look at the detective. Basil was about her height, with light brown fur and green eyes, wearing a brown Inverness cape with a black belt around the waist, brown trousers, a green cravat, black and white shoes and a brown deerstalker cap. He's very handsome, Danielle thought, smiling a bit, then shook her head. Grr, knock it off, Danielle, this is the man that your father fought to the death with. Just finish dressing and try to sneak out a back way.

"Oh, Mrs. Judson, you should have seen it," Basil was describing his last caper. "Using Lady Torrington's diamond necklace as bait, we were able to lure the jewel thieves out of their hiding spot and straight into Scotland Yard's paddywagons! It's too bad you couldn't see it, Dawson old boy. I do hope you're feeling better."

"Oh, very much so," Dawson replied. "In fact, I ran into an adventure of sorts myself."

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Yes, I met a potential client."

"Really? And what is said client like?"

Dawson struggled to describe Danielle without out-and-out stating that she was Ratigan's daughter. "Well, it's a young lady, about eighteen, I'd say. Very lovely. Gray fur, black hair, dark blue eyes..."

Basil chuckled. "Dawson, you old goat, did you set me up with a case or on a date?" Just then, there was a crash from the spare bedroom. "Confound it!" Danielle cursed, having knocked over the chair with her tail by accident. Basil grinned. "Is that our mystery friend?"

"Basil, please, let me explain..." Dawson began, but before he could, Basil had seen Danielle. "Hello," Danielle spoke quietly.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Basil demanded, not happy in the slightest. He turned to Dawson. "How could you let HER in here?"

"The poor girl was passed out on the sidewalk, I couldn't very well leave her there to die!" Dawson explained.

Basil turned back to Danielle. "You have a lot of nerve coming here, Miss Ratigan."

Danielle blinked. "How...how do you know who I am?"

"Oh, I can tell that you're related to that fiend Ratigan just by looking into your eyes," Basil replied. "They may not be the same color, but I can tell they have the same shiftiness and cruelty as he had. The dastardly slime!"

Danielle started to get angry. "Now see here, Mr. Basil! I am fully aware of the evil that my father has performed and I'm very sorry for all of it, but still he was my father and I'll thank you not to speak ill of him! And furthermore, I didn't come here to see you! I was running away from my home and I happened to collapse in front of your apartment!"

"Why were you running?" Mrs. Judson asked.

Danielle sighed. "Have you ever heard of Michael J. Wallace the Third?"

"Oh yes, the son of that stupid nobleman who gambled away his fortune," Dawson recognized the name. "What about him?"

"He came over to my home, trying to persuade me to marry him, and when I refused he tried to attack me."

"Oh you poor dear!" Mrs. Judson exclaimed. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, if anything I hurt HIM. My father taught me how to defend myself. But now I'm convinced that he'll be back, so I can't stay in my home."

Basil nodded, obviously not impressed. "Uh-huh, well, good luck with all of that, Miss Ratigan. Make sure not to let the door hit you on your way out."

"Basil!" Dawson scolded the detective. He turned to the young guest. "Danielle, dear, why don't you and Mrs. Judson go into the other room for a bit? Mr. Basil and I need to have a talk." The two women went into the other room, leaving the two men alone. "What the deuce is your problem, Basil? That young lady needs our help!"

"That "young lady" is the offspring of the very same fiend who but a month ago was trying to murder our beloved Queen and take the throne for himself!" Basil argued.

"That has absolutely nothing to do with Danielle!" Dawson replied. "Ratigan was the one who did all those horrible things, not her! You cannot blame the child for whatever evil the father has performed."

Basil groaned. He hated to admit it, but Dawson was right. Danielle was completely innocent of her father's crimes. "All right, but she can't stay here. Wallace will most certainly be checking all of London for her. We'll need to hide her someplace safe outside the city, but where?"

Dawson smiled. "I know just the place. I think it's time we visited our good friends the Flavershams."

Well, THAT could've gone better! I apologize if Basil seems a bit too assholish here, but to be fair he WAS a bit of a jerk in the movie. At least Dawson and Mrs. Judson were nice to Danielle!

I know you can't really tell if someone is related to someone based on their hair/fur/eye color, but it worked here, I guess. Oh whatever, I never said I was a genetics expert.

Next chapter we see the Flavershams again! Yay!

Thanks for all your kind words, peeps! Hope to see you for the next chapter!

All my best, DiscordantPrincess.

PS, I just checked my GMD poll this morning...right now Team Ratigan is kicking Team Basil's butt! Please be sure to vote! Deadline is the last day of November.