A/n: OMG it's been so long since I updated this. IM so very sorry. But I'm back and it's time to see what Cassidy's future hold.

C POV

I had been working for Mr Holmes for 2 weeks, since they had found me in the club. I hardly spoke unless spoken to and I hadn't even danced since my return. I knew I was sinking into depression, and that Watson and Miss Hudson were getting worried about me, but I just couldn't stop myself. When I had run away, I had managed to block all thoughts of not returning to the future from my mind unless I was sing. I was too busy protecting myself from men who wanted to use my body. But now safely back at Bakerstreet, I was constantly thinking and longing for home and the people I had left behind.

My work for my Holmes was very boring. For the first few days I enjoyed myself in reading his notes on villains of London, but was forced to stop when he found out what I was doing. Turns out not even Watson, was allowed to read his notes without permission. After that I was left with too much time to think. Organising his files was easy compared to trying to organise my mind, even with him making a mess of everything just after I tidied up. I did once try to explain how I had organised things so he could find them easier, but all I got was a blank stare and a cold dismissal.

Mr Holmes had no cases during this time, and was often shut in his room in black moods. I was often tempted to check if his morphine was still in his desk draw, but I didn't want him to focus his temper on me, even if I would have broken up the mood he was in.

Little did I know this state of nothingness was about to change drastically.