So much had happened the last several months. December had arrived and before William Basil and Olivia Flaversham knew it, the morning of their wedding day had dawned on them.

''Good morning,'' Basil said to his bride, smiling down and stroking her hair.

''Morning, William,'' Olivia said, and she sat up. ''Today's the day.''

''Indeed. In a few hours' time, I will be Mr William Flaversham.''

''Correction – I will be Mrs Olivia Basil. We've already discussed this.''

Basil grinned. ''I know, darling, I was just voicing out loud my fantasy.''

Olivia shook her head in amusement. After a long, passionate kiss, the lovebirds got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, which Mrs Judson and Hiram, who had spent the night in the guest bedroom, had prepared.

''And here's the happy couple,'' said Hiram, beaming. ''Are you ready?''

''I'm excited yet nervous,'' said Olivia. ''I've got butterflies in my stomach.''

''A lot of brides feel like that on their wedding day,'' Mrs Judson said. ''It's natural. I remember on mine; I was so jittery I didn't think I was going to make it through the ceremony.''

''You, jittery, Mrs Judson?'' Olivia asked in surprise.

''Even the toughest of cheese cookies get nervous sometimes,'' the housekeeper said, smiling.

''That's true, just as I am.''

''It'll be alright darling,'' Basil said, placing her hand on top hers. ''I can't wait for you to be my wife. I have also arranged a surprise for you with the king.''

Just as they had promised Edward, they let him hold their wedding at Buckingham Palace. ''It's my way of repaying you after everything you have done for both my mother and me,'' the king had said.

''Oh, what is it?'' Olivia asked, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

''You'll find out soon,'' Basil replied in a teasing voice, and everyone laughed when Olivia pulled a face.

After finishing, Hiram took his daughter up to the guest bedroom because he wanted to have some private words with her before the ceremony. ''Look at you, my wee bairn,'' he said proudly, getting little misty-eyed. ''It seems only yesterday you were just a little girl who sought help from a heroic detective to track down her kidnapped father. Now she's all grown up and preparing to marry the mouse of her dreams – the very same mouse I just mentioned. I know I am acting out the end of Pride and Prejudice as Mr Bennett, and I already know the answer, but just as he did for Elizabeth, I want to be absolutely sure – are you marrying William for love?''

''Aye,'' Olivia said, nodding, her tone making it clear. ''I really do love him. It's true he was a proud and sort of unpleasant mouse when I first met him, but that was because of the wall he created around his heart, as I know now, until Dawson and I both changed that. William is perfectly amiable now. Oh my, I think I just quoted the book somewhat.''

Hiram chuckled. ''As you know I have already given William my consent and I stand by that. He has fulfilled the requirements I was hoping for in your future spouse, and I can see you that you two make each other happy.''

Olivia hugged her father. ''Thank you, Daddy.''

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door, and Roger and Beatrice entered the house. ''Morning, everyone,'' Beatice said in a grand voice, as though had come to deliver some big news. She was wearing a bridesmaid's dress and Roger was dressed in smart black tuxedo suit. ''We have come to take the bride and groom to Buckingham Place to get them ready.''

''Really, sis? That's why we're here? You never said,'' Roger said, pretending to act as though this was news to him. ''Then let's go.''

The group bundled up in their winter coats and stepped outside. ''Your carriage awaits,'' Beatrice said, once again in a grand voice, gesturing, and everyone found a Royal Guard dog outside with a guard riding him.

''The kings orders,'' he said, ''and it's much faster to the palace than walking.''

The group hopped on the dog and off they departed for Buckingham Palace. As they rode to their destination, they saw and felt tiny white snowflakes falling from the sky, but they didn't stick to the ground. Basil smiled at the tiny white specs sparkling like diamonds. ''I think you're going to get your wish of a magical wedding, Livy.''

''I think you might be right,'' his bride giggled, reaching out her hand to catch a flake.

Though happy at the beautiful sight, the detective became uncertain. What if the snow turned heavier and put his surprise in jeopardy? Luckily, Edward had discussed this possibility with Basil and assured him they would use a large room in the palace as an alternative.

They arrived at the palace and saw the human-sized building was decorated with wreathes and other Christmas trimmings. The entrance to the rodent quarters was also decked up for the festive season. ''Hello,'' said the king warmly, standing by the entrance with some guards who gently tugged at their chins or heads.

''No masks,'' said one guard. ''Sorry, Mr Basil, but ever since the Viper saga we've been extra cautious.''

''Don't worry,'' Basil said, holding up a hand. ''We understand.''

''Better to be safe than sorry,'' Roger added.

''Are Amanda and the others here?'' Beatrice asked.

''They're all set,'' Eadward replied. ''They just need the bride and groom.''

''Well, here they are,'' Hiram said with pride.

Edward chuckled and had some more guards escort the guests of honour inside. They were led down the familiar large corridor where they were greeted by Marianne and Fidget. Marianne was wearing a bridesmaid's dress and let out a squeal and pounced on the happy couple. ''I can't believe it's happening!'' she said. ''You're finally getting married!''

''Aye,'' Olivia agreed. ''Where are your parents?''

''In the hall with the other guests. Grandma and Uncle Emmett, too.''

''Good to see you, Fidget,'' Basil said, shaking his wing. ''Are the rest of your family here? Olivia and I have been longing to meet them.''

''They're also in the hall,'' Fidget said. ''Mamma, Pappa and Lavender are helping them keep an eye on their own children as we are a large family.''

Basil chuckled.

''Helen and the others are all set in one room, the boys in the other,'' Fidget added. ''Except Pauline, now that she has a big belly her sisters wanted to keep an eye on her so they're in the hall.

''Now that you're here, let's get you changed, Mrs Basil,'' Marianne said with a grin, leading Olivia away to the nearest room, followed by Mrs Judson, Beatrice and Hiram. As though automatic, Fidget began following them when Marianne held up a hand while standing in front of the door like a guard.

''Awe, nuts!''

Marianne giggled. ''No boys allowed in here while we dress Olivia. Hiram is the exception as he is the father of the bride.''

''Understood,'' Fidget said, giving her a salute, and Marianne slipped inside and closed the door.

''Come, Fidget, you can help us with William,'' Roger said, and they led Basil to another room further down the corridor.


Mrs Judson and Amanda helped Olivia change into her dress behind the curtain, while Hiram, Helen, Juliet, Marianne, Beatrice, Lucy, and Martha waited outside.

''Mummy, when you and Daddy got married, he got his words mixed up a bit, didn't he?'' giggled Lucy, who was wearing a lilac dress.

''He did,'' Amanda said from behind the curtain, suppressing a giggle of her own, smiling. ''The priest had to repeat one or two vows until Roger got it right.''

''Do I look OK?'' Martha asked, holding up her dress uncertainly. It was a beautiful shade of pink, that matched her bow.

''You look lovely, dear,'' Hiram assured the little girl, who smiled and took his hand.

''Your parents will think so, too,'' Marianne said, and she knelt down and tickled her cousin's ear, making her giggle.

Juliet looked around at everyone and mentally noted their jobs: Lucy and Martha were the flower girls, Hiram was giving his daughter away, while Helen, Juliet, Marianne, Beatrice and Mrs Judson were all bridesmaids. Amanda was really just there help out. ''Isn't five bridesmaids a bit much?'' she asked, a little uncertainly.

''I know it's not usual, but Olivia is not a usual bride,'' Helen said, now holding a bouquet, and everyone agreed.

''And I wasn't going to leave anyone out,'' Olivia said firmly behind the curtain. ''I wanted everyone who wished to be involved to have a job, so if it meant having too many bridesmaids or flower girls, then so be it.''

''Thank you, Auntie Olivia,'' Martha said, and she and Lucy smiled, peering at each other's' flower basket.

Mrs Judson and Amanda stepped out from behind the curtain. ''We give you the bride – Olivia Flaversham!'' Amanda said in a grand voice, as though she was on stage.

Olivia revealed herself and Hiram had to stop himself from crying. His daughter was wearing a beautiful dress that was mostly white and decorated with a red, gold and blue tartan cape tied to the waist. To everyone, it was as though she had transformed right before their eyes, for it really suited her.

''Olivia …'' Hiram whispered, finally allowing tears to fall as he admired his daughter, and took her hands into his. ''You look more like your mother than ever.''

''I'm glad to hear that, Daddy.''

''I've never seen a wedding dress quite like this before,'' Juliet said, as she and her sister curiously inspected the tartan cape-like garment.

''The design is exquisite,'' Marianne agreed.

''If I'm not mistaken it's called an earasaid,'' Beatrice said, and Marianne translated for her sister. ''Most brides in Scotland wear them.''

''That's correct,'' said Hiram, nodding. ''In fact, this was the very dress that Olivia's mother wore on our wedding day, and I kept it for the day our little girl would wed, which has now come.''

''Fascinating,'' Julier and Marianne said together.

''And with Hiram's permission,'' Mrs Judson added, ''I made some adjustments as it was initially a little big on Miss Olivia.''

''You look pretty, Auntie Olivia!'' said Lucy.

''Thank you. Do you think William will like it?'' Olivia asked, a little self-consciously.

''Are you kidding, Olivia?'' Helen asked incredulously. ''I wouldn't be surprised if he faints at the sight of you, or something like that.''

There were chants of agreement with this statement.

''Basil loves you no matter what you wear,'' Juliet said.

''No, go get him!'' Marianne cheered.

Olivia smiled.


In the groom's room, Basil standing in front of the mirror, wearing a very smart black tuxedo suit, complete with bowtie, at which he was now fiddling. Apart from when it was a necessity for disguises, he hated these bowties so, they were more trouble than they were worth, but he was prepared to put with it just this once.

Dawson, Roger, Fidget and Duncan were also in the room getting Basil ready, all dressed in similar smart suits.

''Come here William,'' Roger said with chuckle, and grabbed his brother's accessory. ''You're obviously not a fan of these, but are you also messing up because you're nervous?''

''Of course not,'' Basil said stubbornly. ''Why would you think that?''

''Because it's natural to be nervous on such an important day as this, Basil,'' said Dawson. ''Remember when I married Pauline?''

Basil grinned and laughed. ''I do, doctor. You were so nervous you actually dropped the ring!''

''Did you really?'' Fidget asked. ''That's not good. I sure hope I don't mess up when I marry Lavender.''

''I'm glad you let me be the ring bearer, Uncle William,'' Duncan piped up.

''I wouldn't have any other ring bearer than my nephew,'' Basil said, ruffling the boy's head. He saw Roger had finished and looked in the mirror again. The bowtie was most certainly satisfactory.

''I wish I could help out more,'' Fidget said, glumly, ''but some rodents still don't trust me so I didn't want to risk overshadowing your big day, Basil.''

Fidget had since informed Basil and Olivia that, due to having spent quite a few years as accomplice to Ratigan and the Viper, his community service was to last six months. Almost half of his service had past already. When he first started, he had had lots of rodents shouting or throwing things at him, giving him cold looks or edging away from him, as though he had some contagious disease. After saving an old lady from being crushed the death by a horse and carriage, he had slowly earned cautious trust from some residents of Mousedom, but there was still a number unwilling to forgive Fidget just yet.

''Ah, don't worry Fidget,'' said Duncan comfortingly, ''we know you're trying. Just give it more time.''

''Saving that old lady was a big help in your favour,'' Basil reminded him. ''After all, saving someone's life can cause an admiration for you.''

As he said this, the detective flashed back to nine years ago, when he had saved Olivia from being crushed by the rotating gears. He had always suspected that Olivia had developed an admiration for him when this had occurred, and had looked up to him as some sort of personal hero, which had gradually changed as she matured, ultimately leading to where they were now.

''But why do you have two best men, Uncle William?'' Duncan asked. ''Isn't it supposed to be just one?''

''Because your father and I kept insisting the other one be so,'' said Dawson. ''I believed Roger should have the honour being his brother, and to make up for lost time.''

''While I wanted Dawson to take it as he has been there for my brother for the last decade,'' Roger said. ''I thank you for keeping him company,'' he added to the good doctor in gratitude, and Dawson modestly accepted. ''So William decided to make us both the best man, so everyone wins.''

''Not to mention,'' Basil added, ''Olivia is having more bridesmaids than required, so it makes sense for me to follow suit.''

Everyone laughed in agreement.

''Looks like it's coming down now,'' Fidget said, and they all looked out of the window, which now looked like grey smoke; the snow was now heavier, indicating it was sticking to the ground. Basil's face fell; now the surprise for Olivia had to shrink.

''Even if it's in a room, it's better than nothing,'' Roger said, as though he could read his brother's mind. ''You can still give it her.''

Basil smiled. Roger was right. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the door and a guard poked his head through. ''We're ready when you are, Mr Basil.''

Roger hooked his arms through his twin's. ''Are you ready, William?''

Basil nodded.


In the audience chamber, all of the many guests were sitting in their chairs, waiting in anticipation to finally see the great mouse detective tie the knot, after years of being a confirmed bachelor. Most of them were Olivia's family from Scotland. There were many guards standing all around the outside of the assembled chairs like a rectangle. King Edward and his family were sitting near the front. Pauline was also sitting near the front with her sisters Sally and Clara, their husbands Theodore and Alonzo, and Sally and Theodore's three children, Susan, Lucas and Arthur. Pauline was wearing a deep yellow dress that had been adjusted to fit her now very round belly. ''Will Martha be alright?'' Clara asked. ''She's never been away from us before and –''

''She'll be fine,'' Alonzo assured her. ''She's with people we can trust, and her cousins.''

They looked in the row of chairs across from them where Victor, Priscilla, Emmett and Vera were all sat. They smiled and waved.

''You're right. Our daughter is in safe hands. I guess I just worry so much as she's only four.''

''It's understandable, sis,'' said Sally, putting hand on her shoulder. ''You know how protective I am of my own children, and you and yours, especially after …'' She trailed off, unable to say it, but she didn't need to. ''Just be careful, Pauline.''

''I have been so far,'' Pauline pointed out, rubbing her belly. ''David checks my abdomen a million times a day, even though the baby kicks regularly.'' As though hearing their mother's voice, the baby moved, and Pauline smiled. ''He or she is strong.''

They all chuckled. ''I hope Olivia will have a safe pregnancy,'' Sally said, as Theodore pulled her in for a hug.

''I'm sure she will, Mum,'' Susan said cheerfully, and her brothers agreed.

At the altar, Dawson looked over his shoulder and saw his wife rubbing her belly and giving him the thumbs up to indicate the baby had just moved. Dawson was pleased, he knew he was being overprotective, but given everything that had happened with the Viper, and Sally's tragedy years ago, he couldn't help it. He then looked to his side and saw Basil fiddling with his bowtie. If he was overprotective enough of his wife's pregnancy, he could just imagine Basil being absolutely freaked out over Olivia, enough to perhaps chain her to the bed for nine months! It was the sort of eccentric thing he would do, after all, like how he got Toby to sniff out Fidget's scent using his hat.

''William, stop that,'' Roger said sternly, lowering his twin's hand. ''You look fine.''

''I know. I just hope I look good enough for Olivia.''

''You do,'' said Dawson. ''I imagine she is probably having similar feelings. But anything you wear is enough for Olivia, you don't have to try so hard.''

Basil smiled, knowing that Dawson was right.

Just then, Amanda and Fidget snuck into the room and took their seats. Fidget sat near the back, where the last few rows were filled up by his very large family. He sat between his twin siblings, Freckles and Fluffy, who hugged him. Amanda sat with Josephine, who was behind Pauline and her family, and gave Roger the thumbs up, to indicate the bride was ready. Edward saw and signalled the pianist to start playing.

Everyone turned to see the curtain part and the bride began her descent down the aisle, her father on her arm, Lucy and Martha throwing flowers as they passed, Ducan carrying the rings on a purple velvet pillow, and bridesmaids Mrs Judson, Beatrice, Helen, Juliet and Marianne behind Olivia. Helen glanced to the side where Peter was sat with his family, and blushed when Peter gave her the thumbs up.

The second Basil saw his love, it was as though everyone one else in the room had disappeared. His felt shivers down his spine and his heart felt as though it had stopped. Having expected Olivia to be wearing a traditional white wedding dress, Basil gawped at the sight if her in her beautiful Scottish dress, as if he had never seen one before (which he hadn't). The red, gold and blue tartan cape really suited her, it somehow made her glow even brighter. To Basil, she looked like a goddess.

''Catch me if I fall,'' the detective whispered to his brother and Dawson, feeling his legs slightly jittery, and his best men immediately gathered closer to him, seeing he wasn't kidding.

''See? I told you,'' Helen whispered to Olivia.

Olivia giggled as she saw her fiancé's face, happy to see he liked her dress. Olivia walked past the Richmond's, all of whom were in awe of her dress, especially Vera, who looked as though she was going to cry. When the group reached the altar, Olivia handed her bouquet to her father and everyone took their seats at the front. Basil and Olivia faced each other and took the other one's hands.

''Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of William Basil and Olivia Flaversham,'' the priest began his speech, and everyone listened intently as he carried on, but it was clear the bride and groom weren't as they only had eyes for each other.

''If anyone objects to this union,'' the priest said, and this finally got Basil and Olivia's attention. They waited with baited breath, and sighed in relief when no-one did such a thing. Then came the moment they had both been waiting for. ''Do you, William Michael Basil, take Olivia Annabel Flaversham to be your wife?''

''I do,'' Basil said, squeezing her hands.

''Do you, Olivia Annabel Flaversham, take William Michael Basil, take to be your husband?''

''I do,'' Olivia replied, squeezing their hands harder. They then removed their hands as Duncan held up the rings. Basil took and exchanged them carefully, as though he was afraid the rings would break. ''I know announce you husband and wife. You may –''

The priest didn't get to finish as Basil took Olivia into his arms as fast as lightning and kissed her with so much hunger and passion, to the roar of applause and cheers that rang throughout the room. Bride and groom broke apart and smiled around at everyone, smiling at the gold bands on their left fingers, looking like magic as a new chapter of their lives had just begun.


Everyone went into the enormous buffet room, where a huge spread had been laid out, a mixture of British, Scottish and Italian dishes. It all looked magnificent, but it wasn't time to eat just yet so everyone just stood around and chatted or danced.

''I hope you like it,'' Alonzo said to Olivia, who was staring longingly at the Italian food.

''We slaved all morning preparing it,'' Clara said, pretending to sound tired, ''as we promised we would.''

''I'm sure I will, we all will,'' Olivia said brightly. ''It all looks delicious. My dream of trying some Italian food is finally coming true. Thank you for making it.''

''Mummy, Daddy, was I a good flower girl?'' Martha piped up.

Alonzo picked her up. ''You and Lucy were excellent, tesoro, and you didn't mess up.''

Martha gigged when her father tickled her ear.

Clara saw Basil approaching them. ''We'll leave you two alone, Signor Basil,'' she said with a wink, and she led her family away.

''So,'' Basil said, placing his arm around his wife, ''how does it feel being Mrs Basil, darling?''

''No different, but it is exciting.''

Basil smiled and admired her dress. ''I have to admit, I was expecting you to wear a simple white wedding gown, but given your Scottish heritage I should have known otherwise. I'm not complaining, this dress really suits you, my dear, and I hope we can pass it onto our daughter as Hiram did for you.''

''Are you trying to charm me with flattery, William?'' Olivia asked.

''Maybe I am,'' Bail said alluringly, taking his wife into his arms and kissing her.

When they broke apart, they were approached by several of Olivia's Scottish relatives, including her uncles Rory and Malcolm and Aunt Aileen. Rory was Hiram's younger brother and strongly resembled him, with light-beige fur, a dark nose and a tuft of curly reddish hair, but no glasses. Aileen was the middle of the three siblings and she too had a dark nose and reddish hair, whiech she kept very short. Malcolm was Annabel's brother and had an intimidating demeanour. He was muscular with thick, dark hair and the same blue eyes as Olivia, and wore a tartan kilt. Malcolm told Basil that as long as he would look after Olivia and her children, the detective had his approval. ''But if you step out of line,'' he said, getting right in Basil's face, ''I won't go easy go you. Understand?''

Hiram, Olivia, Rory and Aileen chuckled as Basil said yes and Malcolm walked off. Hiram and his siblings explained that Malcolm had been broken by his younger sister's death and thus was very protective of his nearest and dearest, something Basil could relate to. Aileen added that despite not being a Flaversham, Malcolm was accepted as part of the family.

Vera was next to approach the couple. ''Congratulations,'' she said, hugging them. ''Oh, your dress looks absolutely perfect on you, my dear. I'm assuming it's a Scottish dress?''

Olivia informed her all about earasaids and Vera was fascinated. ''I might get some for my granddaughters when they marry.''

Vera hugged Olivia once more and then left to give them some space. But guests kept approaching the newlyweds as though they were famous actors. At one point, they met with Fidget's family, all of whom congratulated them and thanked them for brining Fidget back to them (though it had to be one sibling and their family one at a time since there was such a large brood).

''The moment Mother and Father told me Fidget was alive,'' Francine said, ''you can imagine how happy I was. I always looked out for him when he was little and although my becoming an adolescence resulted in me neglecting him, I never stopped caring about him, even after the incident with the twins. I don't think I had ever cried so much when we hugged upon reuniting.''

''Uncle Fidget did some bad things,'' said one of Francine's daughters, ''but that bad rat made him do it, so I always give him a hug to make him feel better.''

Francine smiled. ''Of course, as Mother and Father probably told you, Freckles and Fluffy never gave up hope on Fidget returning to us, even after we read about Ratigan throwing him overboard.''

They all looked at one corner and saw Fidget smiling and laughing with his younger siblings and their families. ''He endured so much mistreatment thanks to Ratigan and Ruby,'' Olivia said sympathetically. ''I'm glad he's happy again.''

Basil agreed and then took his new wife's hand. ''Shall we dance, darling?'' the detective asked.

Olivia happily obliged and her husband led her to the dance floor. ''Do excuse us, Francine.''

Meanwhile, in another corner, Helen, Juliet and Marianne were having a conversation when they were approached by Peter and another lad who looked a bit older than him, but the resemblance was clear. ''Hi, Helen,'' Peter said, waving at her.

Helen waved by back shyly, blushing. Juliet and Marianne smiled.

''I believe you haven't met my older brother, Tony, have you?''

''Hello,'' Tony said. ''Peter talks about you a lot, Miss Baker.''

Helen and Peter blushed. Tony then looked at Juliet. ''Hi. Are you Helen's friend? You're pretty.''

Juliet shook her head and Tony looked puzzled. ''Juliet has been profoundly deaf since birth,'' Marianne said, a little defensively.

''Oh! I see,'' Tony said, looking both serious and apologetic. ''I'm so sorry, forgive my rudeness. I'm guessing you're sisters?''

Marianne nodded and translated for her sister.

''Don't worry about it, you didn't know,'' Juliet said.

''It must be difficult for you, Miss Juliet,'' Tony said sympathetically.

'' 'It must be difficult for you'?'' Juliet tried to lip-read.

Helen clapped her hands and everyone let Juliet know she right. ''I'm getting better,'' she said happily.

''So you're learning to lip-read,'' Tony said, sounding fascinated. ''I'm glad you're not letting it get you down, Miss Juliet. Would you like to dance?'' he added, holding out his hand.

Juliet didn't understand that last part but Tony holding out his hand made it clear to her. ''I love dancing.''

Tony led Juliet to the dance floor. Peter saw Marianne looking all suspicious. ''Marianne is protective of Juliet,'' Helen said to Peter.

''Don't worry, Marianne, my brother is really nice.''

''I don't doubt it,'' Marianne said, looking uncertain. ''It's just, it's happened before, boys show initially show interest in my sister or vice versa, only to be put off once they learn about her disability. She was bullied at school because of it.''

''If it was Tony, I would be the same as you.''

Marianne looked out at on the dance floor, Juliet and Tony seemed to be enjoying themselves. ''Your brother better not be a ladies' man, Peter.''

Peter laughed. ''It's funny, a lot of people accuse him of being so because of his good looks, and that annoys him so. As he once said: 'Maybe you should judge rodents before you get to know them'. He's right: I once read a book about a reclusive ogre who was feared by all just because he was an ogre, but that changed when he befriended a talking donkey and rescued a princess. Of course, I didn't know then it was fairytale.''

He pulled face. Helen giggled and Marianne smirked. Peter took Helen's hand and led her to the dance floor. The second their back faced her, Marianne's smile vanished. Then she felt a small hand tug at her dress and looked down to see Martha. ''You can dance with me if you like, Marianne. That way you won't be left out or lonely.''

Marianne cheered up. Her cousin really was such a sweet girl, nothing like Gideon, thank goodness. She picked Martha up and headed to the dance floor.

Basil and Olivia saw the two brothers with their dancing partners. ''Looks like Juliet has found an admirer,'' Olivia teased.

''And Helen and Peter also seem to be making progress,'' Basil agreed. They saw Marianne lift Martha up and twirled her around, making the little girl shriek with laughter as though she had never had so much fun.

The dancing carried on, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Some guests were smiling and waving at Fidget, while others gave him dirty looks as though he had nits, but Fidget did his best not to let it get to him and danced with Lavander. At some point, Fidget and Lavender found themselves dancing right beside Basil and Olivia. ''How are you finding the party, Fidget?'' Olivia asked.

''I haven't been to one or danced in years, but if feels pretty awesome,'' the bat replied, and he and Lavender smiled at each other. ''I was mad to spend all those years serving Ratigan and Ruby.''

''Speaking of which,'' Basil said, ''I would like to ask you something that I've been wondering about for a while now: how did Ratigan know the Viper's true identity? Did he know something I didn't?''

Olivia could detect competitiveness in his voice and quietly giggled. Even though he was more amiable and happier than when they first met, Basil still retained some pride over his smarts, and his jealousy over someone having more knowledge than him.

''According to what Ruby said, she told Ratigan about her voodoo doll obsession while at university, and when he read about the Mortimer family's slain at the Viper's hands and used a voodoo doll, he started to suspect it was her. They did a back and forth teasing for about two years – with Ratigan's gang thinking it was some sort of rivalry – and when Ruby sent Ratigan a doll of himself, the Viper asked Ratigan to meet her in secret, where they rekindled things for seven years.''

''So he did know something I didn't,'' Basil sighed in frustration. ''Ruby never divulged anything about her voodoo dolls when she visited the family that year.''

''And if she had, you would've flushed her out in two seconds,'' Olivia said, placing her hand in her husband's cheek.

Basil cheered up. ''I'm flattered you have such faith in me, darling,'' he said, and kissed her. They looked behind Fidget and saw parents, siblings and many nieces and nephews, all smiling and waving.

Before they knew it, the dance was over and everyone took their seats before they ate the buffet. Basil and Olivia sat at a special table of 12 with Dawson, Pauline, Hiram, Beatrice, Josephine, Roger, Amanda and their children. Dawson and Pauline were also seated at their table at Basil's request. With one hair spare they lent it to once of Olivia's relatives. King Edward stood up to speak.

''I don't think there really much to say that hasn't already been said,'' the king began, ''so I apologise if I get repetitive. It is an honour to venue the wedding to the famed mouse detective who nine years ago saved my mother from becoming a meal for Ratigan's pet cat. If he hadn't, Ratigan would and his wife Ruby, AKA the Viper, would have become supreme rulers of Mousedom. When my mother honoured him and his assistant Doctor Dawson, we noticed there was a change in Basil and it seemed to be linked to the little girl whose father Ratigan had kidnaped for his scheme, Olivia Flaversham. Thanks to that Viper, Basil and Olivia reunited and look where they are now.'' He smiled at the couple. ''I wish you two all the best in your married life, and I sincerely hope your children will follow in your footsteps.'' Edward raised his glass. ''To Basil and Olivia!''

''To Basil and Olivia!'' the room chanted, glasses raised all around.

''Lastly,'' said Edward, ''I can reveal that Basil has a surprise for his wife, which he conversed with me ages ago. He wanted it to be outside but due to the unfortunate weather –'' He gestured to the window, where heavy snow was falling – ''we have had to shelf that, but we have a room indoors, which we will be setting up while everyone tucks into a delicious feast. So with further do, enjoy!''

With another cheer, everyone started getting up and helping themselves to the spread. Victor and Priscilla asked if there was anything that contained nuts due to Mariane's allergy. Olivia and Clara pointed out which ones did, and Victor and Priscilla made note not let Marianne have any (much to her disappointment).

''There's enough to feed a giant,'' Beatrice commented, helping herself to some mashed potatoes, sausages and carrots, her favourites. ''I'll have some Scottish and Italian as seconds, I can't wait to try them.''

A boy nearby about her age laughed, but not unkindly, but rather warmly, as though her words were funny. He looked similar to Olivia, with light beige fur and was wearing a tartan kilt. Beatrice coughed and scurried back to the table.

''Beatrice, are you alright?'' Basil asked his sister in concern, and looked at the boy that had made her nervous, sitting on a table with some of Olivia's relatives, which made Basil suspect he was a Flaversham.

Olivia saw her husband's look. ''That's Finlay Flaversham, a distant cousin of mine. He can a little hard to approach and he isn't very good at socialising. He's like you, William.''

''As I said in my letters to William,'' said Roger, placing comforting hand on his sister's shoulder, ''while she's doing a lot better, Beatrice still has a problem with being around boys outside of the family, due to what Ratigan did to her.''

Olivia and her sister-in-law share a look of understanding. As promised, whether over the phone or in person, for the lasty few months Beatrice had opened up to Olivia about her ordeal all those years ago and the impact it had had on her life, as if Olivia was some sort of doctor, and Beatrice had found the talking made her feel better. While she had overcome it and reunited to her old talkative self, there were some side effects she hadn't found the courage to face. In doing so they had become close friends, like sisters.

''When we're done eating why don't you try talking to Finlay?'' Olivia encouraged. ''It would be the first step to overcoming that problem, Beatrice.''

Beatrice smiled in gratitude, as did Roger and Basil, who placed his hand on top of hers. Everyone tucked into their food and everything was delicious. The Basil family loved all of the Scottish food. Basil once again looked as though he was in love. ''No offense to those who made this batch, but I think it tastes better when you make it, dear,'' he whispered to his wife alluringly, and Oliva blushed a bit.

''I really am happy you are part of the family now, Olivia,'' Roger said blissfully. ''You'll have to tell us how to make all of this. My children especially love it.'' He gestured to Duncan and Lucy, who were wolfing down their food, though they both pulled face at the Haggis.

''Awe, don't worry, it's sheep stomach, but it's not bad,'' Olivia said, trying to encourage them to give it a go. Ducan and Lucy were uncertain but they both tried it.

''Hey, it's not bad!'' Lucy said, even Duncan had a big smile on his face, and helped himself to some more Haggis.

''See?'' Olivia said to her husband an ''I-told-you-so'' voice. ''If our niece and nephew like it, you will, too.''

Despite this, Basil stubbornly refused to eat Haggis no matter how hard Olivia tried. For once, Basil's stubbornness actually won, but Olivia vowed not give up.

When it came to having her try of Italian dishes, Olivia found the spaghetti and meatballs her favourites and thanked Clara and Alonzo. ''I really should learn how to make Italian food,'' the young woman said, eating some spaghetti.

Everyone was chatting and eating when suddenly, a scream was let out. The guests all looked at the spread table and saw Marianne was breaking out in hives and her tongue was swelling up. ''Marianne!'' Priscilla cried, running to her daughter. ''What happened?'' She looked at her daughter's plate. ''Mortadella? Clara and Alonzo said they contain pistachio nuts.''

Marianne tried to say something but it was hard to make out what it was due to her swollen tongue. Priscilla hugged her younger daughter close.

Juliet saw her sister's state and understood what their mother was saying, having seen this enough times to know. ''I'm guessing she was so excited to try some new foods she forgot which ones has nuts, Mother.''

Marianne nodded as she could not speak. She began scratching at her hives as Dawson stood up and walked over them. ''I've seen this sort of allergic reaction many times,'' said the good doctor, feeling her forehead. ''No temperature. I assume Marianne always has cold baths when her hives breakout, Priscilla?''

''Absolutely. I'll take her home.''

Edward asked a guard to give Priscilla and Marianne a ride home on a guard dog. ''Get well soon,'' Olivia said when she hugged her friend.

Marianne looked as though she her birthday had been cancelled. ''Don't worry about it,'' Basil assured her, knowing she was trying to apologise. ''These things happen.''

''Don't worry about Juliet, dear,'' Victor said to his wife. ''We'll keep an eye on her.''

Priscilla nodded and she and their younger daughter left the room.

''I'm glad her allergies are only mild,'' Pauline said to Dawson. ''You said that some allergies could be more severe, David.''

''Don't worry, darling,'' Basil said, placing his arm around his wife, who still looked a little worried. ''Priscilla will now what to do, a nice bath and herm hives will a soothe, something you should know from college. And Marianne wouldn't want us to stop enjoying ourselves.''

Olivia smiled. This was one of the many reasons why she and Bail were perfect for each other: they knew how to cheer up the other one when having a downer.

When nearly all of the food was gone, everyone was sitting down stuffed, and let out heavy breathes, as though it had been a gruelling eating contest. Afterwards, Edward made an announcement. ''Mrs Basil's surprise has now been set up. Mr Basil, would you like to lead your wife to the room? We will all be right behind you.''

The curious guests started conversing over what the surprise could be. Basil shared a smile with Hiram before taking Olivia's hands. ''Close your eyes, darling,'' he said, and Olivia complied.

Following a guard and walking backwards, Basil led Olivia down the hallway, carefully and slowly, as though she might break, with many of the guests right behind them.

''Can I open them?''

''No, no not yet.''

The guard open the door and Basil led his wife inside, while the guests waited outside, Hiram smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Though her eyes were closed, Oliva could tell the room was in darkness. ''Wait here,'' Basil said to her, and within moments the room was filled with light as the detective opened the curtains. ''Now can I open them?'' Olivia asked.

''Alright … now.''

Olivia opened her eyes and gasped in delight. The very large room was decked out with archery targets and bow and arrows, like a tournament. Everyone started piling and many marvelled at the sight. ''Oh, William! Thank you so much! But how did you know I loved archery? I never told you.''

''You father did,'' Basil said, winking, and Hiram approached them.

''William wanted to give you a surprise after you gave him the present of his siblings,'' the toymaker explained. ''He wanted to spoil you.''

''And I intend to spoil you for the rest of your life,'' Basil added.

Olivia looked as though she was going to cry and pulled her husband in for a long, passionate kiss. Olivia's relatives gave a big whoop of excitement. ''The Flavershams have be doing archery for generations,'' Alieen said happily, ''so thank you for setting this up, William.''

''Whenever Hiram and Olivia visit, we always have competitions, amongst other things,'' Rory added.

''Marianne will be so disappointed to have missed out on this,'' Juliet said.

''Mummy, can we have turn?'' Ducan and Lucy said excitedly.

Amanda said it was best to ask Olivia. ''Anyone who wants to have to a go is welcome,'' the newly married woman said. ''I want everyone to have fun.''

Everyone cheered and ques formed on each of the archery targets. Aileen had spoken the truth about archery being Flaversham sport, as all of them were evidently skilled, hitting the bullseye the most times. ''Olivia, come and show off your skills,'' Aileen encouraged her niece.

Olivia shook her head, replying she wanted everyone else to have a turn first.

Sally, Theodore, Susan, Lucas and Arthur all had a try, and Lucas was the closet to landing a bullseye.

''Alright! Maybe I'll become Robin Hold when I'm older,'' the young boy said happily.

Roger, Amanda, Duncan, Lucy and Beatrice all had a go. Joephine declined, saying she didn't think it was lady-like to do such a sport. Amanda rolled her eyes. Roger hit the bullseye. ''Beginner's luck,'' he shrugged. After they were done, Beatrice took Olivia's advice and struck up conversation about archery with Finlay and though he was similar to Basil she found it was OK, though of course it would take a while before she had fully conquered her hesitation around boys.

Martha pouted when Clara and Alonzo told her she was a bit little to hold the bow. Helen cheered her up by offering to teach her some painting, and the two sat in one corner to paint Peter, who volunteered.

Victor, Emmet and Juliet all tried. Juliet was having some trouble loading her bow and arrow so Tony offered to help her. Dawson had a try and he was actually pretty good. ''I did take up archery for a bit, many years ago,'' the doctor admitted.

Most of Fidget's family had a try and enjoyed it. Freckles and his family were surprisingly good.

When everyone was done, most of them left the room while the bride's nearest and dearest stayed to watch her play. Olivia concentrated on the target, let loose – and a direct hit! She even fired arrows while walking past each stand and hit the centre every time. Everyone clapped and applauded and Olivia held her dress modestly. Suddenly, more arrows flew out of nowhere, splitting all of Olivia's with such accuracy, stunning the bride. She turned to see who had such skill and her mouth fell open. ''William?''

Basil smiled, holding a bow.

''You never said you were a skilled archer.''

''You never asked,'' Basil replied with a shrug.

''David, did you know?'' Pauline asked her husband.

Dawson shook his head. ''It appears Basil has been keeping a closely guarded secret.''

Basil fired another arrow and Olivia grit her teeth, suddenly stubborn and competitive. She was not going let her husband outshine her! She was not going to lose! All of the arrows were removed from the targets and Olivia grabbed a quiver and filled it with arrows, waiting for Basil to make the first move. She loaded her bow and her eyes narrowed, as though her life depended on it, her fierce concentration evident. Admittedly, she had never fully mastered splitting arrows, Basil was clearly superior, but her stubbornness was far greater. She fired and smirked when her arrow split her husband's. It was Basil's turn to grit his teeth and get stubborn. ''Are you challenging me, Livy? I accept!''

Now it was a full-on competition between husband and wife. They fired and split arrow after arrow, both parties refusing to back down. Everyone watched on in amusement. ''My, I've never seen Olivia like this before,'' Dawson said. ''I know she's just as stubborn as Basil, but she never seemed to be the competitive type.''

''The only time she is is when it concerns archery,'' Rory said.

''She's always like this when we have competitions,'' Aileen added. ''We have archery set up in their gardens.''

''In fact, I have always suspected that Olivia often sneaked out at night to practice,'' said Hiram.

''She has so much of Annabel's spirit,'' Malcolm said wistfully, laughing.

Helen and Martha finished painting and joined the audience. ''Olivia really does not want to lose,'' Helen said, as her best friend fired another arrow, looking like a ferocious lioness. Helen turned to Victor. ''I know this a bit sudden, but why did Gideon have make-up on his face at the king's party? We thought it was suspicious.''

''Ah, that was because we wanted to him to look presentable. You know how unkempt he liked to look.''

''That makes sense.''

It seemed to go on for hours before Basil and Olivia finally ran out of steam. It was settled on a draw. ''I accept a tie, darling,'' Basil said, ''but I could easily have won.''

''In your dreams,'' Olivia retorted. ''The next time we go up to Scotland let's have a rematch.''

They shook hands. ''But this has been a wonderful surprise, William.''

They looked out of the window and saw it was now dark. It was time for everyone to leave. They all said the goodbyes to the newlywed Basils. ''See you soon,'' Olivia said, hugging her relatives. ''Get back safely.'' They were going to get the overnight train back to Scotland.

''Maybe we can exchange letters,'' Finlay said to Beatrice. ''You're an interesting person to talk to, Beatrice, and smart like your brother.''

''Thank you,'' Beatrice said, trying not to sound bashful. ''I'm pleased to have made a new friend.''

''We might eventually have another Basil-Flaversham match on the cards,'' Roger whispered to his twin and sister-in-law. ''Maybe our families were destined to be intertwined.''

''I'm inclined to agree with you,'' Basil said, gazing at his wife.

''I am happy for you, Basil,'' Dawson said, shaking his good friend's hand. ''But you and Olivia are both so stubborn!''

The couple chuckled. ''Aye, we are,'' Olivia agreed.


The door to 221½ Baker Street opened and Basil, Olivia, and Hiram stepped inside (Mrs Judon had gone spend the night at her son's). ''I don't want to ruin your wedding night,'' Hiram said, removing his coat. ''I could easily have walked back to the shop.''

''You won't be running anything, Daddy. Besides, it's really dark and I just want you to be safe, particularly after what the Viper sent Butch to do to you.''

''I understand, love.''

''Mrs Judson did say you could sleep in the housekeeper quarters,'' Basil said, ''as there is a spare bed.''

Hiam nodded. ''You won't even know I'm here,'' he said slyly, smirking, and his daughter and son-in-law blushed furiously. After Basil handed him an old nightshirt, the toymaker went to bed. ''Enjoy you're wedding night,'' he said in the same sly tone, and closed the bedroom door behind him.

''So,'' Basil said to his new wife, gesturing upstairs, ''do you want to …?''

Olivia looked at the shelves with all of the journals and stared at the one that said ''1897.'' Apart from briefly glimpsing it, she had never read the full entry about the case or what Basil had written in her, and she had always wanted to. She had always wanted to read what Basil had written about her during the case. Basil saw where she was looking and understood. ''Do you really want to read it?''

''Very much so I just hope it won't embarrass you.''

''If you really want to read it, I can handle it.''

The detective sat his wife down in his red chair by the fire and fetched the journal. He flicked through it until he had found the right pages and handed it Olivia, who saw he had written the day she had left and started reading.

22nd June 1897

How marvellous! I am writing about two successful cases today! That rarely happens to me.

Firstly, after five years of futility I have finally achieved my personal goal of bringing my evil uncle, Professor Padraic James Ratigan, to justice. While my intention was to see him behind bars and hanged, his death is even more satisfying; no more innocent rodents will ever suffer at his sick hands like my sister did, or worse, again. Yes, Inspector Newton didn't find his body, but it's likely some of his lackeys who escaped cleaned up after themselves so I won't dwell on it. I refuse to entertain the other possibility.

After years of being reclusive, I have ultimately found that I couldn't it have ended my uncle's reign alone. I had my new trusty friend and assistant Doctor Dawson to help me. Good man he is, and after the second case of the day I believe he has proven himself to be a real asset. The only thing that baffles me is why Toby detests him so much. Dawson is such a fine man to the core, and saves lives! That dog puzzles me, but he's still the best dog I have ever trained.

I also had help from my client, a certain child named Olivia Flaversham, whose help in locating her missing father was key in brining Ratigan down. I was rude and dismissive to her at first, something I most regret, but I had to keep her at arm's length since she reminded me of Beatrice when she was 10, and I couldn't risk her enduring similar suffering at that insidious monster's hands. I even pronounced her name wrong as a way of cheering her up, even though I know nothing about handling children.

Oh, what a feisty child she was, so spirited and stubborn! Yet there was something about her sweet innocence that melted my cold heart. She was no ordinary child, proactively trying to find me herself until Dawson found her, and standing up to Ratigan when he had her hostage. She had such bravery for her age. And now I will most likely never see her again. That's probably for the best, it's no good for a child like herself to be entangled up in a messy world like mine, even though I miss her … no I don't … But why does a part of me still feel miserable? How can one child affect me so much? I refuse to dwell on her. I shall leave her and her father be …

Now, onto the case of the missing emerald ring …

Olivia looked up at her husband. ''Oh, William, you!''

''You and Dawson did both change me and melt my heart, more than I realised,'' Basil said, smiling. ''I also now take back what I said about 'my messy world' being no place for you. You are not a little girl anymore, but a strong, smart and capable woman whom I love more than anything. My feelings for you changed.''

''I'm glad that happened.''

''What would have happened to you if we hadn't reunited, Livy?'' Basil said curiously. ''Hiram said you turned down loads of eligible bachelors.''

''Hmmm … that's a tough one to answer. I turned them down partly because it was you my heart lied with, but mainly because they all wanted a housewife, and I wasn't going to change who I was just to fit with their requirements. Some of the more persistent pursuers tried to pretend they didn't mind me being different, but I could see thorough them. But I knew Daddy really wanted me to find someone to care for me in case anything happened to him and have grandchildren, so I probably would have eventually married someone just for the sake of making him happy. The second possible outcome is if it hadn't been for that, and/or if you didn't reciprocate, I would have stayed single and focused on getting a career.''

''But Hiram wouldn't have wanted you to be unhappy with some you didn't love for his sake,'' Basil protested.

''I know, but I didn't want to let Daddy down. I'm too selfless for my own good.''

''Yes, you are,'' Basil said, pulling her to him, ''but I love you all the same. I'm sorry I asked you.''

Olivia shook her head. ''Don't be. You were only curious, and it turned out alright in the end: I married the mouse of my dreams and have a career as a detective. A much better ending for Hamlet and Ophelia, don't you think?''

''I agree completely,'' Basil said, and kissed her, long and passionately.

''Let's go to bed now, William, I'm tired …''

Basil scooped his wife into his arms and headed upstairs, unaware that a certain toymaker was carefully shutting the small crack in the housekeeper bedroom door, with a big smile on his face.


It took forever, folks, but the moment we've all waited for has commenced – Basil of Baker Street and Olivia Flaversham are finally married!

Given Olivia's heritage, it just made sense for her to wear a Scottish wedding dress. I did some research and discovered that earasaids are what brides wore at Scottish weddings in that time.

Yews, there was a reference to a certain ogre we all know.

I had to a lot of fun writing the archery scene. It was inspired by the archery tournaments in both Brave and Robin Hood. Basil really wants to spoil Olivia, but it appears they have a bit for rivalry going on with archery. Chuckles.

Now we know what Basil wrote about Olivia. Her and Dawson entering his life really did help him.

Time to answer some reviews:

MillenniumPrincess: Emily and Alice always seemed lovely Victorian names, so as you said great minds think alike, but I also used to name Alice because of Alice in Wonderland. With Basil's parents and Olivia's mother all buried in the same place, and with the possible pairing of Beatrice and Finlay in the future, maybe the two families were meant to be intertwined like Roger said.

Next time, Basil will bump into an old face as the last link to his past is finally put to rest.

See you soon!