It seems that I misspelled Fielding in the first chapter of this story and for that I am sorry. I hope you ignore it.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to HarleighBeth!~

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. I do own Penelope though.

When they arrived at 221B Baker Street, John held the door open for Penelope to enter first. Mrs. Hudson appeared at the bottom of the stairs within seconds.

"Hello, dear. I'm Mrs. Hudson. I assume you're Ms. Fielding?" The girl nodded and Mrs. Hudson continued, "I called and hired you, dear."

A confused expression crossed Penelope's face.

"You hired me? But it says here," a pause as she rifled for that pink post it, "that Mr. Sherlock Holmes hired me."

The older lady laughed, "It's his flat you'll be cleaning. He is convinced I'm his housekeeper. I just can't keep up with it all, dear, and I'll love it if you could help a bit."

Penelope's confusion cleared. "Yes ma'am! I'll be happy to help. If you'd just be so kind as to show me the way, I'll start right this second."

Mrs. Hudson beamed. Turning, she led the way with John and Penelope following.

They stepped into the flat and Mrs Hudson called out to the prone figure on the couch, "Sherlock, there's a nice girl here. She's going to clean the flat for us."

"I don't need her," came the reply.

"Dear, sorry to tell you but you do."

"I have you Mrs. Hudson, why would we need anyone else?"

"I'm not your housekeeper, dear," came the age old retort. Sherlock sighed and sat up, turning to look at Penelope.

Before he could deduce her, she walked up to him and held out a hand, "Hello, Mr. Holmes, I'm Penelope Fielding. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Sherlock tilted his head to the side. "Don't you worry, sir. I'll have this place cleaned up in no time!" she gave him no chance to reply before she placed her large bag on John's armchair and withdrew a featherduster. She tightened the handkercheif over her hair and strode to the mantle above the fireplace. She hummed as she began to work. Mrs' Hudson left the flat while John and Sherlock watched the new addition to the Baker Street group. Within minutes the mantle was spotless. The dust was eleiminated and the wood was shining.

It seemed Penelope didn't even mind the skull.