I DO NOT OWN "The Great Mouse Detective" but I DO OWN Kate and Molly Dunham. So now...enjoy!

Chapter two

Basil

Dawson and I were just coming back from the police station after filing all the paperwork from our last case. Ready to get inside from this dreadful weather where just as we were coming to the corner to turn is where I spot some mouse lying on the ground.

Dawson and I rushed over to find this young woman in the strangest and yet revealing of clothing, a top with very short sleeves and very see through, blue pants and no shoes. I didn't see anything that might have left a clue to what happened and she didn't seem to have any identification on her either.

The doctor and I agreed to bring her with us and hope that she would wake up. I took off my own coat and slung it onto her. Lifting her up into my arms I carried her off back to my place with Dawson. Luckily it wasn't very far from where we found her and once we got her inside Mrs. Judson came out quickly to fetch some blankets and something for her to wear. I laid her down on the couch, removing my coat and putting it to the side as Mrs. Judson tosses me a towel to try and dry the poor girl off some. I only dried what I could till Mrs. Judson came and shooed me away as she got the girl out of the clothes, dried off and into something warm. The look on Mrs. Judson's face said something of worry for the girl.

"I'm afraid she might be needing to go to a hospital soon. She's so cold to the touch. Who knows how long she's been in that dreadful cold rain."

"Sounds like she might be going into hypothermia. Those blankets aren't going to be enough."
"Well we can't have that can we?"

I lifted the now dry, but cold girl into my arms with the blankets still on her.

"What are you doing?" said Mrs. Judson

"She needs more warmth and the best warmth is body heat. I'll...just have her lay here with me and more blankets till she's completely warm and out of the woods. So Mrs. Judson would you mind grabbing the blankets from my room then?"

She didn't argue as she rushed up the stairs while I recline myself onto the couch with the girl on my lap. I rearranged the blankets so she was right against me, getting as much warmth to her as possible. I touched the girl's arms and thought that I could get frostbite from just touching her.

Mrs. Judson came down with my large green blanket and draped us both with it. Figuring this should be enough and hope the girl will be alright.

"There now, once she's completely warm I will just simply maneuver myself out and carry her to the guest room so she would be more comfortable."

"Basil, don't you find it strange to find her in such strange garments in such weather while we're coming close to spring?" said Dawson

"I do say her clothes are rather strange, but then again we don't know where she came from. Once she's waken I'm sure our questions will be answered. For now it's late, go on to sleep. I'll see you both in the morning."

I watched as they left and once the doors closed I simply took my time to notice this girls features. Her medium brown fur with her hair the same color that seemed to be draped over her. I gently moved the hair that was in front of her face and got a better look to see that she wasn't as young as I thought, though she had to be in her early twenties at least.

I notice as I brought her now warming paws out to see a tan line around her ring finger. Either she was married young or she just simply wore a ring there most of the time. Her clothes are the one things besides this young girl...woman that's a mystery. First of all who would make such loose clothing and with such...material. I never seen a material that you could see through, but that might have been due to the rain.

I waited for an hour or so, just to be safe as she seems to warm up. By midnight she was completely warmed and she seemed fine now. As carefully as I could I slipped out from underneath her and lifted her into my arms as well as the blankets as I carried her up to the guest room that was just across from mine.

She seemed so peaceful as she laid in the bed. I laid my blanket on top of the ones that were already with the bed just so there's no worry whether she would be warm or not and left her to her sleep.

Kate

It felt like a dream... a short one, but one that felt like it was close to coming true. I noticed that I still wasn't in my recliner, but in bed. Thinking that maybe my husband woke up and found me asleep in the recliner, he probably woke me up long enough to go to bed and crash out again. Though I don't remember, it's not a surprise that I don't.

One thing for sure I wasn't hearing anything and I would worry, except today was a school day and it was art day at the preschool so there was no arguing with her, she was going. Lucky me I get to sleep and relax on my birthday for once. I decided that I wanted to wake up and take a long hot bath, but when I open my eyes I noticed this wasn't my usual pillow.

When I sat up I almost panicked for it wasn't my room, but then I remembered that it wasn't a dream. I really was on Baker street in the rain...in my pajamas...as a mouse...and now I'm in a room in some mouse's home.

I took a moment to calm myself down realizing that I'm possibly in "The Great Mouse Detective" world in the late 1800's. I wonder whoever found me thought of my so called strange clothes. Speaking of clothes it didn't feel like I was still in them as I look down and saw I was in a women's white long sleeve night gown.

I had gone out of bed and went over to the beautifully polished wooden desk with mirror and looked how much of a mess my hair was...as well as taking a better look at my new form.

Before I wasn't so curvy. I was small on top and rather large around the stomach and hips. Here I'm...curvy. I had a chest that wasn't too heavy for me, some stomach which I guess fate likes me enough to manuever my weight around. Also seeing that I still had my hips and big butt so in a matter of speaking I didn't look too bad for a mouse. My medium brown hair hanging down to my...tail? yes well I am a mouse, what did I expect.

Also my brown fur seems to be really soft as well as my...paws? oh boy this is going to be fun. I sat down at the small chair that was in front of the desk and started searching the drawers and found a very lovely silver brush as well as some colored ribbon. I gone ahead and brushed my hair out and back into a low ponytail with a blue ribbon that I saw.

I thought I looked nice...enough anyway. I went over to the closet and found shirts, pants, skirts and dresses. Ugh! I hate dresses, only time I wore one was for my wedding. Though to my horror I found that as I go to twist my ring like usual I found it wasn't there. Oh gods how? of course I took it off when i went to wash my hands after the mess that cupcake Molly left for me.

Molly...you are such a trouble maker and without ever trying. I sighed as I went and grabbed a pair of black slacks that seem almost too big, but I found a belt and threw that on to hold them up. Then the under shirt I saw as well as the button up shirt. I figured that since there were no bras here that a undershirt would be best. I laughed as I thought that it was a blessing anyway...I don't wear bras and don't plan to.

I came out as quiet as I could, not knowing what time it was. I knew someone was awake though as I smelled something delicious floating around. I followed the scent down the stairs and into I would guess the living room of two chairs, couch, fireplace and what looks like a laboratory. It looked familiar and when I saw the shoe print maker with all the different shoes I remembered and knew right then I was in the home of Basil of Baker Street.

I wanted to smack myself for not realizing it sooner that the Baker street I was on would be the same as this one. Ugh I felt like an idiot, though that gets replaced with embarrassment as I feel a hand on my shoulder and jumps out of my own skin.

"Oh I'm so sorry dearie. It's only me."

I look over and I recognized her from the movie; Mrs. Judson. Though being here where I shouldn't be I need to be careful what I say.

"Oh I'm sorry ma'am. You scared me is all."
"We'll I do apologize. How are you feeling?"
"Alright, thank you. Um how may I ask did I get here?"

"Well Mr. Basil and Dawson found you on the corner of Baker Street passed out and decided to carry you in. My dear you were practically frozen out there. I hope you don't mind, but I changed you out of those wet clothes and into the night gown."

"Oh no it's fine. Again thank you."

"It's no trouble dearie, though I should tell you that as I said you were so cold we thought you would go into hyperthermia. Though what Mr. Basil did was probably the best idea I ever heard without exploding anything or shooting my poor pillows."

"Uh, what do I ask did he do?"

"He had you in his lap and both covered in layers of blankets, trying to warm you up. Once you did he did what he said he would do. He carried you up to our guest room and had you covered in all those blankets, including one that was his off of his own bed to keep you warm."

Well I was warm now, mostly in my cheeks. I felt embarrassed cause I had to be taken cared of and it was by Basil...Basil! he held me, carried me, covered me and took care of me. I was probably worrying Mrs. Judson as she checked my temperature.

"Miss are you alright? you seem feverish."

you have no idea.

"I'm fine Mrs...um I didn't quite get your name."
"Oh it's Mrs. Judson dear. So what prey tell may I call you dearie?"
"Kate. My name's Kate Dunham."

"Well since Mr. Basil and Dawson are out, would you humor this old lady and join her for some crumpets and tea?"

"I would be delighted."

I went into the kitchen with Mrs. Judson and while eating on the cheese crumpets and tea she asked about me. Though I wonder if this is a method that Basil would use on his clients if he wasn't around or if she was genuinely curious about me. I went on and told her though that I was from America,more specifically Nevada. that I had a sister and aunt back there as well as a husband and daughter. Though I have no clue how I had gotten here, I wondered how they were all doing and if they were looking for me or not.

When she did ask me if I remember anything, well of course I had to tweek a few details. Tv wasn't invented after all and I don't think it's a good idea to be sent away for telling people im from another world.

"Well all I remember is being in my living room sitting in my chair with a good book I was reading and finding myself falling asleep and next I remember is waking up in a cardboard box, walking out to see where I'm at when I slipped and banged my head against the pole."

"Ah, that makes sense why you were out in the rain, but how you got here all the way from there is a bit alarming."

"I know. To wake up in a completely new place and on my birthday is scary and odd."
"Oh my! your birthday? well wait let me guess...you just turned eighteen."

Eighteen? did they think i really would marry young and have a child before then?

"No ma'am. My daughter is four so for me to have a child that old before I turned eighteen would be I got married and birthed by fourteen."

"Oh dear, your right. So you must at least be twenty-one."

I smiled as to hearing her saying that. It just means I still have my good genes even here. Though that means im still a baby face, I'm fine with that.

"Nope, guess again."

"Well since you've eliminated both what Dawson and I thought was your age it has to be at least twenty-five then."

I turned and behind me in his lovely maroon robe, brown pants and black shoes. Standing with a pipe in his hand was none other then THE Basil. I smiled at his answer and shook my head.

"That would have been correct yesterday, but sadly I am but a year older."

"Twenty-six? oh my well I wish it was a happier birthday under these circumstances Miss Dunham." said Mrs. Judson

"Dunham? Irish?"
"Yes it's Irish, though I am from America myself."

"Yes, well if you don't mind. Dr. Dawson would like to do an examination to see how you are fairing after last night."

"Alright...and thank you for all you've done for me last night...Mr. Basil."

I smiled a little as I got up from the table. I thanked Mrs. Judson for the tea and crumpets and went on out to the living room, leaving Basil a little befuddled by my response.