A/N: Ok people I just got a review I don't like but I can understand her points but I would like to point out a few things myself. 1: You mentioned her bursting out into song at unusual times. I personally do that all the time, and get some very strange looks for it to. So it's not really that improbable. 2: you said she was whiny. How would you react if you were thrown into the past, with no way to get home, and yelling at Miss Hudson. I know I would if she tried to stuff me into one of those Victorian corsets. 3: About finding her in a grimy pub. That is why they didn't find her earlier. It would have been one of the last places they looked. And finally 4: As for the technology I would like to know how you would prove to an Victorian detective and his partner you are from the future. Also I would believe Holmes and Watson wouldn't tell anyone else about said technology.
Sorry about that folks but I had to get that off my chest. So on with the next chapter.
Back to Baker Street.
C PoV
How could I have been so stupid? I knew full well if I took a job somewhere they would find me. But after a few days I had to do something or I would have starved. We were on our way back to Baker Street, and the silence in the cab was decidedly uncomfortable. I knew I had to break the ice.
"I'm sorry." I murmured looking at the floor
"You should be though I'll admit myself and Watson had a large part in your little vanishing act." I looked up at Mr. Holmes and made the mistake of looking into his eye's which surprisingly held a large amount of concern. "Do you realize just how much danger you put not only yourself but you future into? While you're at Baker Street you are under my protection but if you leave unsupervised I can't prevent anything from happening to you. Especially in a place like that."
"I'm sorry" I said again, my face flushing with shame.
"We will say no more on the matter. For now we will worry about returning to Baker Street and making plans from there. As you seem so keen on making yourself useful, I think I will hire you as my secretary and you can sort my files and earn a little money as well for your clothing."
His voice was still harsh but as we pulled up to Baker Street Watson grabbed my hand and squeezed softly making me relies that Holmes was only being harsh to cover his concern for me. After all he did have a reputation o protect.