Hello, everyone! After many years I have finally started my own fanfic. I hope you enjoy it.

I would like to thank two particular writers, Raygirl13 and duchessofbooks, whose own GMG stories inspired me. If either of you two are reading this and see some similarities to your stories, thank you for inspiring me!

Sadly, I do not own Great mouse Detective. If I did it would have become a franchise. Characters belong to Eve Titus and Disney. OCs belong to me.


It was a very quiet night in London of late July, hardly a soul to be seen, as if it had become a ghost town. At 221½ Baker Street, the famous mouse detective, William Basil of Baker Street, was sitting in his red chair, smoking his pipe. His trusty assistant, Dr David Q. Dawson, was sitting in the green chair reading the newspaper, scouting for cases as things had been quiet for a while, and the devoted housekeeper, Mrs Diana Judson, was in the kitchen humming to herself as she made tea and cheese crumpets for the pair.

It had been well over nine years since the famous Flaversham case that finally saw the end of the evil Professor Padraic James Ratigan. Since then, things had really changed in the detective's household: there was less clutter of experiments lying around, and the general atmosphere was more pleasant. One thing that hadn't really changed was that Basil, Dawson and Mrs Judson, while now older, physically looked exactly the same.

One more big difference between nine years ago and the present was that Dawson was now married. Three years ago, Basil and Dawson were called upon to help a woman by the name of Pauline McQueen, whose father had been murdered. During the case, she and Dawson became drawn to each other and clicked so well and fell in love. They married after a year and a half. After marrying Pauline, Dawson did not see Basil as much as he used to, but still found time to help him with cases and visit whenever he could, as he was doing right now.

The good doctor looked up blissfully at the framed newspaper of him and Basil being thanked by Queen Mousetoria nine years ago, still sitting on the mantle. ''It's hard to believe it's been nearly a decade now since that fateful night, eh, Basil?''

Basil removed the pipe from his mouth. ''Indeed, doctor,'' he agreed.

By then, Mrs Judson had emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of tea and cheese crumpets. ''And the queen was forever grateful to Mr Basil ever since,'' she said, handing out the tea, before letting out a sad sigh. ''I'm sure even in the afterlife she is watching over us.''

Basil and Dawson nodded in agreement, both looking solemn. Queen Mousetoria had sadly passed away only a few years after the case and her son, Edward, was now the king, but Basil and Dawson never forgot their former queen and the thanks she had given them. Edward was also grateful for the duo for saving his mother from Ratigan's scheme.

''It's also because of the case that you and Mr Basil became good colleagues, doctor,'' Mrs Judson continued.

''How very true, Mrs Judson,'' Basil said, smiling. ''I could not have asked for a better associate.''

Dawson chuckled in appreciation. ''It's also because of the case we made our acquaintance with little Olivia.''

''I have often thought about that girl,'' Mrs Judson piped up with a bright smile. ''She was such a sweet dear. She would be about 19 now, I believe,'' she said to Dawson.

''Yes, I think so.''

''I hope she and her father are doing well and –''

The housekeeper was interrupted by a sudden screech, and she and Dawson looked to see Basil had started playing his violin, which made them go silent. The tune he was playing had both a merry and melancholy quality, indicating the reflection of both happy and sad mood from the detective.

When he was finished, Basil gave his housekeeper and assistant a glare they knew all too well.

Mrs Judson coughed after a long silence. ''How is your wife by the way, doctor?'' she said to Dawson hastily, changing the subject.

''Hm? Oh, yes, yes, she's fine, just fine,'' Dawson gabbled quickly, as he looked back at Basil.

''That's good to hear, doctor,'' the detective said.

Dawson decided, as he had done before, to once again try to engage Basil in conversation about his sudden moody behaviour, even though he knew it would be futile. ''Basil ...''

''Forgive me, old chap, but I am feeling quite tired and will retreat to my room,'' Basil interrupted, standing up.

''In that case,'' Mrs Judson said, putting Basil's cup of tea and crumpet on the tray, ''I will –''

''No thank you, Mrs Judson, I have suddenly lost my appetite.''

''But Basil –'' Dawson pleaded.

''I said I'm not hungry!'' Basil said haughtily, and stomped upstairs to his room, the violin still in his hand.

Dawson and Mrs Judson jumped when they heard his bedroom door slam.

''Oh dear,'' Mrs Judson said mournfully, ''he did it again.''

''He always seems to do this whenever Olivia and Hiram are mentioned,'' Dawson agreed. ''He even does this on Olivia's birthday. I think it might be the worst mood swing I have ever seen from him.''

''We didn't mean to upset him. We were talking about her case so we only mentioned her naturally.''

''Don't worry, Mrs Judson, I think Basil knows that.''

''Mr Basil has no doubt missed Miss Olivia dreadfully throughout these last nine years,'' Mrs Judson said.

Dawson nodded. ''Olivia brightened up all our lives, but the one she had the most of an effect on was Basil.''

''As did you, doctor,'' Mrs Judson pointed out. ''Before either you or Miss Olivia came into his life, Mr Basil was always wanting to work alone, and it was as plain as day he was lonely and miserable, though of course he was too stubborn and proud to admit it. I think having you on the Flaversham case, someone to talk to and assist him, eased that loneliness and somewhat brought Mr Basil out of his reclusive shell.''

''He certainly didn't want me to go after we defeated Ratigan, and he did seem to be happier after we became a team,'' said Dawson thoughtfully, ''but as much as I deserve some credit, I truly believe it was Olivia that changed Basil. I remember after the case was over; the moment Olivia left he had to stop himself from crying, and despite having become more cheerful, I think a part of him remained miserable ever since. Basil also seemed to be particularly angry about cases involving youngsters and showed fierce, obsessed determination to catch the culprits – the same he had with that despicable rat.''

''Even before Miss Olivia, he always had utter disdain for those sorts of cases, and I don't blame him after what happened to his sweet sister.''

In a flash, Dawson scowled darkly. ''If I had known then what had happened, I would've given that fiend a piece of my mind.''

''So would I, if he was still alive!'' Mrs Judson shouted, shaking a fist. ''Good riddance that rat got his comeuppance! He deserved it after everything he did! Mr Basil's family were finally able to have some peace. You know, I still find it hard to believe that we all once looked at him as …'' She could not bring herself to say it. ''I mean, after what Mr Basil's grandparents …'' She looked down, still unable to say it.

''I couldn't believe it at first when Basil told me his family history,'' Dawson admitted, ''and even after he finally received justice, he is still struggling to let go of the past; he retains his refusal to see his remaining family members, even though Roger has sent many letters and Beatrice now talks again.''

''I suspect that is why he has never once gone to see Miss Olivia and her father. Oh, I do hope she returns soon; she could very well be what Mr Basil needs.''

''Yes, it's amazing how a sweet innocence can change the most arrogant and bad-tempered of rodents into a more amicable person …'' Dawson agreed.

As Dawson and Mrs Judson continued talking, little did they know that Basil had quietly crept out of his room and had heard the conversation. He walked back into his room, closing the door behind him as discreetly as he could. He sat on his bed cross-legged and looked at the violin in his right hand. He smiled wistfully as a memory came to mind, from nine years ago …


At Basil's home after the case, Basil and Dawson had just finished placing the framed article of them being honoured by Queen Mousetoria when Olivia tugged at Basil's robe. ''Basil, Daddy and I have something for you,'' she said.

To Basil's bewilderment, Hiram handed him the large package he had been holding in his arms. ''Oh! What's this?''

''It's nowhere near enough,'' Hiram said regretfully, ''but…''

Basil opened the package and a large smile formed on his face. ''A new violin!'' he exclaimed in delight, and immediately began playing a merry tune on his new instrument.

Everyone clapped and the detective bowed and placed his new instrument by his chair. ''Why I … I don't know what to say … I mean … thank you …'' he fumbled awkwardly to Olivia and Hiram.

''We wanted to thank you for rescuing us from that ugly, bullying rat,'' Olivia said, and everyone laughed in agreement.


Coming back to the present, Basil placed the violin down by his side and sighed. He never admitted it, but Mrs Judson and Dawson were right – he had been missing Olivia, and her father, and thought about them for the last nine years and did secretly hope to see them again one day.

Throughout the years, he had come close to entering Hiram's toy shop every time it was within his sight and asking Olivia and Hiram to come back into his life, but his stubborn, proud side always prevailed, reminding him: ''Your loved ones always get hurt, William, and the Flavershams have nearly been hurt before, by that horrid beast that betrayed your family. Is your selfish wish to have them back really worth that risk? Isn't that why you spurn contacts from Roger and Beatrice?''

The second the voice in his head mentioned his siblings' names, Basil knew it was futile. Even though he had felt a sense of relief and justice for his family following that filthy rat's demise from Big Ben, Basil had never been able to fully relinquish the demons of the past. He wanted Roger and Beatrice to be safe at all costs, especially Beatrice. While he did become more friendly and welcoming towards his clients, Dawson and Mrs Judson were the only ones he allowed to be fully involved in his life.

Oh, how he wished he could see the Flavershams and his siblings again, he thought sadly. He looked at the clock. Olivia will have had her nineteenth birthday just last month. How had she spent it? Had she been happy? How did she celebrate her coming-of-age birthday last year? He hoped she had had better birthdays than the one that occurred when they first met. Basil wondered what she was doing now. She was probably working on her future. She would undoubtedly be very beautiful, and probably gained many romantic pursuers. She might even be engaged now. Basil inexplicably felt a twinge of annoyance and jealousy at the thought of some handsome, nameless mouse with his now-grown-up former client.

No! What am I thinking? Basil thought as he shook his head vigorously. Why in the name of Sherlock Holmes would I be jealous? Miss Olivia is now a young lady, perfectly capable of making her own decisions, and I bet my chemistry set she has forgot all about me, so even if she is engaged there is no use getting worked up about it.

Shaking his head again, Basil put the violin down onto the floor, changed into his sleeping shirt and trousers, turned off the oil lamp on his bedside table and went to sleep, hoping a new case would come his way.


I apologise if there was too much detail, there was quite a few things I wanted to get across in the opening chapter since it's years after the film.

A brief trip down memory lane we have here. Basil is missing Olivia and Hiram, but will he get his wish to see them again, as well as Roger and Beatrice? Despite having promised him otherwise in the film, is Basil right in thinking Olivia has forgot him?

I gave Basil the name William since his first name was never revealed and William Basil seemed to have nice ring to it. I also gave Mrs Judson the first name Diana, after her voice actress Diana Chesney.

We also get some hints about Basil's past. Don't worry, you will know the whole story later. Since Basil and Dawson have been a team for so long, I figured Basil would have eventually told Dawson about his past.

As for the violin flashback, the original version of the film's script had a slightly longer version of the epilogue with Basil throwing Ratigan's portrait in the fire and the Flavershams giving him the new violin. I assume that both things still happened in the final film off-screen, and presumably they were cut for pacing reasons? Sigh. I do wish they had kept it, though. It would've been nice to see Basil's smile as he received his new violin after he sat on his old one.

Next chapter, we will be meeting some familiar faces and some new ones.

Take care and see you soon!