Author's note: After I did a shot of Watson's pov, I realized that our favorite landlady needed one as well. Reviews are welcome. I only own Cassandra while everyone else belongs to Doyle.

Mrs. Hudson came to expect the unexpected since Mister Sherlock Holmes became her tenant. She learned this the first time he spoke to her of Cassandra. Over the years, she has come to learn more unruly habits of her tenant. The list ranged from playing the violin at three in the morning, to causing small explosions,

Of course, all of this she had forgiven him one night when Cassandra was eight.

It was one of the few times that Mister Holmes had left the young girl in her care while he was away. Usually she stayed with the doctor and his wife, but this time she stayed in Baker Street. It was a little past midnight when she woke and heard movement upstairs. Knowing the young girl had fallen asleep on the settee in the sitting room, she pulled her robe over her nightdress and walked upstairs.

When she opened the sitting room door, she found Mister Holmes sitting on the settee with the young girl sleeping against him. A fire in the fireplace was the only source of light. She noticed the hard thoughtful expression on the man's face staring darkly at the flames. He did not noticed her at first, he only continued to stroke the top of the child's head.

"Mister Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

The young man looked up at her slowly, but he kept stroking Cassandra's hair. "I am sorry, I did not mean to wake you."

"It is all right. I would have woken to check on Cassandra as it were. Stubborn child wanted to stay awake for your return."

He chuckled softly. "Yes, yes she is."

After another silent moment passed. she was reminded of the late hour. "Goodnight then, Mister Holmes."

"I was called away because a child had gone missing. His father had taken him and was hurting him." He said softly.

She suck in a breath. "The boy, he is safe now?"

"Safe being away from him, yes. He has several injuries and is staying the night in a hospital until he is recovered." He shook his head and looked down to the slumbering child. "I do not believe, Mrs. Hudson that I will ever understand the reason behind harming someone this innocent."

The older woman was not as shocked by this statement as she thought she would be. She knew something was troubling him and the way he kept the sleeping little girl close to him, only proved it. Of course Mrs. Martha Hudson was not Sherlock Holmes, but even she could see the horror the young man had faced that night.

"I doubt we will ever know." She finally said. "But there is always a small comfort."

"Is there?" Sherlock Holmes asked.

"Knowing that the child you love is safe and sound is more comfort then any other words could express. The little boy will be fine. He is back to his mother where he belongs. As for Cassandra...I hope you do not mind my saying so, Mister Holmes, but that child will always be safe with you. You would let nothing happen to her."

He had a small smile. "You're right, I will keep her safe."

"Why don't I make you some tea." She said. "You must be tired."

"Thank you."

When she returned she found the great detective sleeping, his chin resting on top of Cassandra's head. Martha Hudson smiled softly as she picked up an afghan. She silently tucked it round both of her tenants. Sherlock Holmes may be the worst tenant, but he had his moments. His love for the little child never went unnoticed by her and the moments while he even needed some mothering as well.

Now if she could only keep him from shooting bullets in her wall.