Summery:

It's been a few years since Basil managed to defeat London's Napolitano of crime; Professor Ratigan. Now there is a new terror stalking the streets of London and that has ever the famous baker street detective at a loss. Now Basil must discover what possible connection could exist connecting himself, his former nemesis, a pretentious diva, and the Phantom of London together before it is too late. Biased clearly on Disney's 'grate mouse detective' and greatly influenced by the original works of Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle, as well as movies such as 'from hell', 'case of evil', and the ledged of Jack the ripper.

A note from the author:

First the official sounding stuff…Obviously I do not own any of the characters used within this story, and those characters that would be deemed 'original' I would like to credit to Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle, since they are based primarily on his works. Also, on a personal note, I would like to apologies in advance for any misspellings in the work. I am extremely dyslexic and though I try my best to spell-check, it really is quite hard. I'm also a little to embarrassed by my work to actually ask for help from anyone who knows me. So please be kind and if you can give me a bit of feedback, constructive or positive, I really want to know what you think and where you think it should go.

Thank you all

Basil of Baker Street and the London Phantom

Chapter 1

The chief inspector of Scotland Yard shook his head, overlooking the scene. This was a mess, no way around it. Removing his spectacles the mouse rubbed the bridge of his large brown nose with forefinger and thumb, letting out an irritated sigh. He checked his pocket watch in annoyance, clicking it shut and turning to the seven other officers on the scene. They had sent for the famous detective almost forty-five minuets ago and despite the early hour a handful of inquisitive passersby were leaning up against the police barricade in an attempt to get a better look at what all the fuss was about.

The somewhat portly mouse returned the spectacles to his nose and straightened his uniform. He snapped his fingers and immediately one of the officers was by his side offering a solute. "I need to get a few more officers on crowed control and if at all possible try to keep the press away from this one." The officer gave another salute and began barking orders to the others in the company.

This was becoming a mess. This was the third body in the past four months, and there remained no leads, no solid evidence, nothing. To top it off the press had gone and made the entire event into a media free for all, a practical circus. Not a day went by where some paper or another wasn't questioning the competence of Scotland yard, or stirring up public opinion by asking the ritorical 'who will be next.' It was just unbearable.

A sharp howl broke through the morning still of the London streets and the Chief turned to see a hound dog dashing towards them through the smog, approaching at a rapid pace. Ordering the officers to clear a path in the growing crowd of onlookers the inspector waited somewhat impatiently as the dog bolted through, coming to a skidding stop before him. "Woe, Toby old boy…" came the call from above. Panting and wagging his tail the familiar hound lowered it head and Detective Basil of Baker street slid down from his perch to the street. "Good morning, good morning" he began, straightening out his frockcoat adjusting his hat before looking around to get his bearings.

"Basil, what in bloody hell took you" the Chief of police demanded, approaching the somewhat eccentric mouse in a huff. "My utmost apologies" the other began, turning to face the inspector with the nonchalant air of a mouse who had just been asked the time of day. "but to expect a mouse to be awake and prepared at such an ungodly hour, why its positively criminal" the portly mouse opened his mouth in protest then closed it again, giving the tall detective a knowing yet irritated glance. If he knew Basil, and he had in fact worked with the mouse on several large cases in the past three years, he was up and ether out investigating or scouting the area before making his way to the crime scene.

"Well…" Basil began, a slightly sterner look overtaking his usual cheeky grin "shall we take a look at the most resent misfortune?" The Chief nodded and led him around a corner, behind the line of officers, to an area blocked of from the publics view.

The scene was a gruesome one to say the least, and the chief managed to even catch a glimpse of the detective wincing at the sight, wrinkling his long nose. "My god" he managed, folding his arms and trying to get over the initial shock. "the victim has yet to be identified, though were beginning to suspect that there is no rhyme or reason to the culprits selection" Basil shook his head, his eyes still fixed on what was left of the young mouse before him. "on the contrary" he began, as if speaking to himself "the mind is such that ever in chaos we always manage to create order and justification…its only random because we cant see the connection." Approaching the body and removing a small handkerchief, holding it to his nose as he bent down to examine what remained of the small female who's eyes were frozen wide in death with a look of shock and terror. "Has anyone else touched or inspected the body"

"No, I made sure you were the first, as requested"

"Good, good, and what about the press"

The other mouse shrugged and shook his head in disgust. "We have done what we could for crowd control, but I don't know how some of the papers are getting there information." The detective merely shrugged. "More then likely they have a connection inside the force or there could be a possible leak." He looked back over at the Chief solemnly "that's why I insist those involved with the case be kept to an absolute minimum. Now, any witnesses, suspicious figures, anything of that sort" Basil asked, his eyes fixed on the victim with that intense stare of his. "Unfortunately, no, once again there was nothing. The body was discovered by the night watchmen just before dawn." He paused, watching the detective take a small knife like instrument from his pocket and begin to poke and prod various cuts in the woman's' neck and chest. He cringed noticeably at the detectives morbid inquiry but said nothing about to. Not for the first time he marveled at Basils ability to approach all subjects from a completely detached standpoint. "There are rumors going about that this may be the work of some feline in the area, at any rate it would fit parts of the profile and…"

"I don't believe so" the detective cut him off, standing and moving to the other side of the body. "The instrument used, though obviously far to blunt to be a proper knife, can be wielded with a precision and accuracy too clean to be done with a claw. Furthermore the positions of the cuts remain at vital areas that are consistent with many medical dissections I have overseen." Basil crouched down again and examined the poor creatures left ear. "Our culprit is escalating, becoming more comfortable with his skill and abilities." He looked down at the gaping hole in the woman's chest once more. "He's taunting us…" he paused, leaning in and replacing the handkerchief to his nose, pulling a section of the woman's stomach aside in order to get a better view. Basil raised an eyebrow before leaning back once more "and he's taking more personal souvenirs"

Basil stood up, walking over to the chief, wrapping the knife like instrument in the handkerchief and put them both back into his pocket. "I am going to want the full report from the medical autopsy, but judging by the placement and what little I can see…the woman is missing her liver and possibly part of her lung"

There was a long silence as the portly mouse tried to wrap his mind around that concept. "my god Basil, what kind of a monster are we dealing with." The detective merely shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Honestly, I can't say. What I can tell you is the culprit is undoubtedly unbalanced, however I'm sure that comes as no surprise." He looked up at some of the other officers that were within earshot. The chief lowered his own voice, looking at Basil over his spectacles. "That's not all is it?" the detective shook his head "it never is." Basil replied, looking slightly weary "however that's all I am willing to discus out here in the public eye"

With that the famous detective turned and made his way out towards the street and his anxiously waiting canine that was beginning to wine in confusion. "Remember inspector, I want that autopsy report and anything else you might find, no matter how seemingly insignificant" the squat mouse followed after him, a little concerned as his abrupt departure. "Wait a moment, Basil, don't you want to see…"

"I've seen all I need to inspector," he called back over his shoulder, walking through the crowed of onlookers, the throng parting as he approached allowing him through unhindered. "Now if you don't mind I have a few other issues to attend to." Placing his fingers to his lips he whistled a quick high-pitched chirp and his faithful hound came tromping to his side, lowering his head in order that Basil could climb aboard.

And that was that, he had come, he had seen and now he was gone, off no doubt on some manner of lead that no one in his unit could possibly comprehend. The chief sighed as the dog and its master disappeared down the cobblestone street. Turing back to the growing mass of onlookers he shook his head, whipping hi brow with his own handkerchief the he pulled from his pocket. This was going to be an unbearably long day, and he didn't need Basil of Baker Street's master detective skills to deduce it..