Alicia sighed softly as they walked up the short flight of stairs to the Vanderbuilt's home. Griffon Vanderbuilt was a rich and keen businessmouse. He had moved his family to New London from America four years ago, after becoming CEO of Lytel Toys. Now he was not only CEO, he also held the majority of the stocks. He was also the husband of Alicia's father's sister.
"Something wrong, Vole?" Basil asked.
"Nope. Not a thing. I just didn't want to see my uncle again under this kind of circumstance," she replied.
Dawson looked at her, surprised, and Basil raised an eyebrow. "I suppose White does not know of this relationship?"
"No, and Uncle Griffon doesn't know I work for New Scotland Yard. He uh...thinks I'm at school." Alicia's tail twitched nervously.
Basil frowned. "University?'
Alicia shook her head. "High School, or secondary school. Whichever you prefer to call it."
The detective's eyes widened and he stared at her. "I knew you were young but...."
"I'm eighteen!" she replied indignantly, "And anyway, you're only twenty-three. At least biologically."
Basil shook his head and turned towards the door. He knocked on it once. A young constable opened the door and frowned at Basil. The constable opened his mouth to say something, but Alicia forestalled him by saying, "He's with me, Calivin. He's uh...an expert on this sort of thing. You can go as soon as you introduce us to the Vanderbuilts."
Calvin nodded and led them to the main sitting area. There, a woman sat on a couch with a handkerchief, sobbing uncontrollably. A distinguished gentlemouse stood behind her, patting her shoulder. Aunt Karen and Uncle Griffon.
"Mister and Mrs. Vanderbuilt?" Calvin asked softly.
Uncle Griffon looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Alicia.
Calvin didn't notice and said, "This is Inspector Alicia Vole. She's in charge of this case. I'll leave you in her capable hands, sir." He nodded once to Alicia on his way out.
Aunt Karen had looked up at the sound of Alicia's name, and was now embracing her in a bone crushing hug.
"Oh! My dear sweet Alicia. I told Griffon that if anyone could solve this and get my baby back it would be you! After all, you do have all those journals, and you practically worshipped Mr. Basil," the older woman exclaimed tearfully, "but he didn't want to disturb you at your studies."
"Which I can tell you haven't been doing. Just wait until I tell your father young lady."
"That is not a priority, Mr. Vanderbuilt," Basil stated, halting Alicia's retort, "What is important is that we get your daughter back."
Uncle Griffon stared at the detective. "And just who, may I ask are you?"
Basil sketched a bow and said, "Basil of Baker Street my good fellow."
Alicia's uncle stood there for a minute with his mouth open. Then he puffed up in outrage. "How _dare_ you pretend..."
"No! How dare _you_ sir!" Basil yelled, "Just what do you get for helping Ratigan, hmm? Perhaps a share in his profits?"
"H...how did you? Yes he did offer me a job. And it doesn't matter that you are here. Professor Ratigan is much stronger now, than he ever was. No one can stop him, not even you." With that, Griffon jumped out the window and took off running down the street. Alicia took off after him without thinking, ignoring Basil's and Dawson's calls.
Several minutes later, she stopped. They were in the old industrial district. She watched as he entered a warehouse. Looking around, she spotted an open window on the second floor, and a rope hanging from it. Seconds later, a mouse began to climb down from it. Alicia cringed as a human walked by, and almost knocked the little one from it. Then she rushed over to beneath it.
"Lisa," she called softly. The little girl looked down, and squealed happily. Alicia quickly put her finger to her lips, then held open her arms. Lisa let go of the rope and dropped into her cousin's arms.
"Hey! There she is! After her!" A group of mice came running out of the warehouse, and Alicia took off running. She heard another voice, deeper, and melodious telling the thugs not to worry about it. Then she heard something she did not ever want to hear again. A large explosion sounded, and extinctively, she dropped to the ground, covering Lisa's body with her own. She felt debris landing around her, then a sharp pain in her head. She lost consciousness after that.
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Alicia woke up to find herself in strange surroundings. For a moment she couldn't remember anything. Then it all came back, and she sat up quickly. Her head spun but she continued to try and get up.
"Hey now, easy does it Vole," Basil soothed, "That was quite a scare you gave us."
"What about...."
"She's fine. She got off better than you certainly."
"But..."
"No, we did not catch Ratigan or the one who cloned him. However your uncle is now behind bars."
Alicia sighed, and Basil smiled. "Your aunt will be fine. She is of your blood after all."
"Well, I can see this will be a good working relationship," White said from the doorway, "If he can anticipate your orders that well."
"Sir?" Alicia asked.
White cleared his throat. "As Ratigan is still at large, we still need Basil's help. I'm making you his supervising officer. You will be responsible for everything he does. I hope you feel better soon." With that he turned and walked out the door, past Dawson, who had just entered.
"Good news Basil, the flat at lower 221b Baker Street is empty. We can move in today."
Basil smiled, then looked at Alicia. "Well, Vole. It looks as though we will be seeing more of each other."
Alicia nodded then grinned mischievously. "It looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Basil and Dawson both groaned.
The end
A/N: Do you think I should make this into a series? If so e-mail me with suggestions at [email protected] .
"Something wrong, Vole?" Basil asked.
"Nope. Not a thing. I just didn't want to see my uncle again under this kind of circumstance," she replied.
Dawson looked at her, surprised, and Basil raised an eyebrow. "I suppose White does not know of this relationship?"
"No, and Uncle Griffon doesn't know I work for New Scotland Yard. He uh...thinks I'm at school." Alicia's tail twitched nervously.
Basil frowned. "University?'
Alicia shook her head. "High School, or secondary school. Whichever you prefer to call it."
The detective's eyes widened and he stared at her. "I knew you were young but...."
"I'm eighteen!" she replied indignantly, "And anyway, you're only twenty-three. At least biologically."
Basil shook his head and turned towards the door. He knocked on it once. A young constable opened the door and frowned at Basil. The constable opened his mouth to say something, but Alicia forestalled him by saying, "He's with me, Calivin. He's uh...an expert on this sort of thing. You can go as soon as you introduce us to the Vanderbuilts."
Calvin nodded and led them to the main sitting area. There, a woman sat on a couch with a handkerchief, sobbing uncontrollably. A distinguished gentlemouse stood behind her, patting her shoulder. Aunt Karen and Uncle Griffon.
"Mister and Mrs. Vanderbuilt?" Calvin asked softly.
Uncle Griffon looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Alicia.
Calvin didn't notice and said, "This is Inspector Alicia Vole. She's in charge of this case. I'll leave you in her capable hands, sir." He nodded once to Alicia on his way out.
Aunt Karen had looked up at the sound of Alicia's name, and was now embracing her in a bone crushing hug.
"Oh! My dear sweet Alicia. I told Griffon that if anyone could solve this and get my baby back it would be you! After all, you do have all those journals, and you practically worshipped Mr. Basil," the older woman exclaimed tearfully, "but he didn't want to disturb you at your studies."
"Which I can tell you haven't been doing. Just wait until I tell your father young lady."
"That is not a priority, Mr. Vanderbuilt," Basil stated, halting Alicia's retort, "What is important is that we get your daughter back."
Uncle Griffon stared at the detective. "And just who, may I ask are you?"
Basil sketched a bow and said, "Basil of Baker Street my good fellow."
Alicia's uncle stood there for a minute with his mouth open. Then he puffed up in outrage. "How _dare_ you pretend..."
"No! How dare _you_ sir!" Basil yelled, "Just what do you get for helping Ratigan, hmm? Perhaps a share in his profits?"
"H...how did you? Yes he did offer me a job. And it doesn't matter that you are here. Professor Ratigan is much stronger now, than he ever was. No one can stop him, not even you." With that, Griffon jumped out the window and took off running down the street. Alicia took off after him without thinking, ignoring Basil's and Dawson's calls.
Several minutes later, she stopped. They were in the old industrial district. She watched as he entered a warehouse. Looking around, she spotted an open window on the second floor, and a rope hanging from it. Seconds later, a mouse began to climb down from it. Alicia cringed as a human walked by, and almost knocked the little one from it. Then she rushed over to beneath it.
"Lisa," she called softly. The little girl looked down, and squealed happily. Alicia quickly put her finger to her lips, then held open her arms. Lisa let go of the rope and dropped into her cousin's arms.
"Hey! There she is! After her!" A group of mice came running out of the warehouse, and Alicia took off running. She heard another voice, deeper, and melodious telling the thugs not to worry about it. Then she heard something she did not ever want to hear again. A large explosion sounded, and extinctively, she dropped to the ground, covering Lisa's body with her own. She felt debris landing around her, then a sharp pain in her head. She lost consciousness after that.
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Alicia woke up to find herself in strange surroundings. For a moment she couldn't remember anything. Then it all came back, and she sat up quickly. Her head spun but she continued to try and get up.
"Hey now, easy does it Vole," Basil soothed, "That was quite a scare you gave us."
"What about...."
"She's fine. She got off better than you certainly."
"But..."
"No, we did not catch Ratigan or the one who cloned him. However your uncle is now behind bars."
Alicia sighed, and Basil smiled. "Your aunt will be fine. She is of your blood after all."
"Well, I can see this will be a good working relationship," White said from the doorway, "If he can anticipate your orders that well."
"Sir?" Alicia asked.
White cleared his throat. "As Ratigan is still at large, we still need Basil's help. I'm making you his supervising officer. You will be responsible for everything he does. I hope you feel better soon." With that he turned and walked out the door, past Dawson, who had just entered.
"Good news Basil, the flat at lower 221b Baker Street is empty. We can move in today."
Basil smiled, then looked at Alicia. "Well, Vole. It looks as though we will be seeing more of each other."
Alicia nodded then grinned mischievously. "It looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Basil and Dawson both groaned.
The end
A/N: Do you think I should make this into a series? If so e-mail me with suggestions at [email protected] .