The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan Novels & Stories

"Oh yes, Young Master, I haven't said it yet, my name is Diego Rivai, you can just call me Diego." Dantley nodded and then he asked again, "What are you doing at this time of night? You can't be gardening here, can you?" "Well... Hmm yes young sir, I was looking for mice, and yes, I finally found one that I think it came from the kitchen, and ran here. Mrs. Rogers told me yesterday to catch the mouse in the kitchen but I didn't find it, I found it this morning and I was finally able to catch it," Diego explained. It bored baby Dantley if he had to listen to conversations that he started himself. Now he knew the name of the head maid at Leopald's.

She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen. Professor Kai’s eyes didn’t leave me. “What’s the name?” he asked, the question directed at her but his gaze a physical weight on me. “Sarah Martins,” she said, blissfully unaware of the tension she was standing in. “Sarah.” He said her name like it was a clinical diagnosis. “There’s a paper folder on the lectern. The black one. Bring it to me so I can illustrate the solution more clearly.” His voice was dry, detached, yet his attention never wavered from my face.

That was all he was willing to admit. He drove back to the office. There in the station house was the very same man he had felt suspicious of, Professor Mozart. The man before him appeared similar to the picture from the biography. Soft wool hair sprinkled with grey. A cane in his hand to help with balance. Green eyes peered through gold horn-rimmed glasses. His smile was jovial surrounded by the men in black. All the other detectives and even uniformed officers were sucking up to him. “Sir, thank you for making our system much better.” “You are a true saint.”

One might say no one could be so proud. The little girl was about to cry, but the professor put his hand on her shoulder and reassured her with the following words: “Miss Elizabeth, you should never be bothered by wicked remarks. And you ... I tell you she is right and I t-t-tell you why. This mouse is not an o-o-ordinary one, it is the f-f-fire mouse. And after he is killed by the v-v-viper, he has one last we-we-weapon. When swallowed by the s-s-snake, it k-k-kills the snake too.”

I smiled blissfully at her. After some time, the bell rang and we rushed to the classroom. I found Professor Zain talking to one teacher in the corridors near our classroom. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He's so attractive and tall. The way his perfect lips are moving, I can't describe in words. My heartbeat quickened again all of sudden. What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

Not until the office door slammed open. The sound was sharp enough to make Eli flinch. “What in the moon’s name—” I began, turning. A large man stood in the doorway, breathless, round face flushed beneath a tall chef’s hat. His apron was stained with flour and something red. Rat. The pack’s chef. I pulled back from Eli and stood. “What is the meaning of this, Rat?” “I’m sorry for interrupting, Alpha,” Rat said hurriedly. “But I had to report a case of theft personally.”

“I plan on exterminating every last one of those rats, and you’re going to help me do it.” My guts tie themselves up into impossible knots, a churning heat burning a hole through my stomach. I always knew the detective had a few screws loose, but this is a whole other level of insanity. XXX

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!