Author's note: Taking a small break from editing the next few chapters, a little thought popped in to my head about the chapters coming from Holmes' view. I only own Cassandra, everyone belongs to Doyle. Reviews are amazing while flames are laughed at and then ignored.

In the years that he had spent caring for Cassandra, Sherlock Holmes realized two things about the child. The first was she was determined. She would not give in to anything, no arguments would ever fully stop her. The second was that she was very stubborn. No matter what the cause was once she had her mind to it, she was unable to be convinced otherwise. There were two of her characteristics that in normal circumstances, he admired the most about her. However, after the said child had risked her life, disobeyed him, and nearly was sucked into a moor, Sherlock Holmes' patience had thinned.

"I know you're upset," the child had started to explain.

"Upset is not how I would put it, Cassandra. Furious, enraged. Why, Cassandra? What I want to know is why you did this."

She bowed her head. "I wanted to help you. I'm tired of being left behind all of the time."

"By doing this?" He asked. His voice raised after each other. "By sneaking away, lying to everyone, disobeying me, forging a note, and stealing-

"Borrowed. I will pay you back for what I took."

"Indeed you will." Sherlock Holmes said. "And once you do, there will be no pocket money for a month."

Cassandra pulled her knees to her chest. "Holmes, I am sorry."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know, Cassandra. I know you are sorry, but it may not even be enough this time. You will be on a very short leash, child."

"Yes, Holmes."

"Don't you ever disobey me when it comes to something like that again, Cassandra. When I tell you to go somewhere for safety, you will do it."

"I only wanted to help, Holmes-

He cut her off before she would say anything else. "That does not matter."

"You mean it does not matter if I help people or not?" She questioned him. She was daring him to say that in some way she was right.

"That is not what I meant, Cassandra and you know that," He replied.

"Holmes…"

"It is too dangerous-

"But you and Watson do it all of the time." Cassandra pointed out.

"We can handle the dangers, we are prepared for them. You are still a child-

"I don't see why I can't come along!" She shouted. "I'm not so little-

"Because I cannot lose you like I almost did tonight."

There, he said it. Sherlock Holmes had admitted that he cared more about the welfare of that child then he did of where Stapleton had ran off to exactly. He wanted-no he needed her to understand the danger she placed herself in. Didn't she understand that the image of Stapleton holding a gun to her, the threat that if he had so much breathed a word that he was behind it, then he would never see her again, terrified him?

He could not lose her, he would not lose that child. He only needed her to understand that she needed to think things through. She could not be this impulsive. He knelt down in front of her.

"Understand what you did was dangerous, Cassandra. That is the type of danger that sometimes happens when I am out. I do not go looking for it and when I know there is a possibility of it, I take Watson with me."

She nodded her head. "Yes, sir." She whispered.

He moved some hair from her face, noting that it would need to get cut soon. "Oh my little curious cat, what am I to do with you?"

Cassandra sighed. "Holmes, was I any help to you at all, or did I only get in the way of things?"

"You pointed out several different conclusions, some of which that I also noticed and deemed important. However, because you are inexperienced still, you did cause a bit of a mess."

"I'm sorry, Holmes."

"I know you are. I want you to promise me that nothing like this will happen again."

"I promise. It won't happen again."

"Good."

Cassandra looked up at him before she brought her arms around him. Sherlock Holmes tightened embraced the child back. After all, he could only stay angry at her for so long. Although a part of him still was upset with her for her actions, he did not care for her any less for them.