Chapter Nine
Third Person POV
The next morning, Kayla felt depressed. She didnʼt want to leave Baker St. Sheʼd been having a wonderful time. Sheʼd gotten to rekindle her friendship with Sherlock and had started a wonderful friendship with John. Mrs. Hudson was more than pleased to see the two boys doing something other than spending all their time at crime scenes. "Iʼm guessing Sherlock didnʼt want to see me off?" Kayla asked, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "I think Lestrade called him early this morning. Donʼt worry. Iʼm sure heʼd be here if he didnʼt have something else." John reassured her. Mrs. Hudson smiled at her and wrapped her arms around the girl.
"Iʼm so sad to see you going. Never forget that youʼre always welcome back." she said, giving Kayla a light squeeze before letting her go. John walked over and wrapped his arms around her as well. "Thank you." he whispered in her ear and pulled away. Kayla looked up at him confused. "For what?"
"For letting me know I wasnʼt the only one crazy enough to put with Sherlock and be stupid enough to live with him." he said, smiling at her. Kayla laughed and gave them both one last hug before getting in the cab. "Airport please." she said once she was settled in the cab comfortably.
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The cab ride, to Kayla, took far too long. She thanked and paid the cabbie, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She looked at her watch and sighed in relief. She had at least twenty minutes before her flight took off. She thought she might miss it with the traffic theyʼd gotten into on the way. Walking into the airport, she went into the waiting area and sat down, pulling a book out of her bag and relaxing as much as was possible in the uncomfortable chair.
"Sorry I wasn't there to see you off." came a familiar voice beside her, causing her to jump and look up from her book. She smiled brightly at the man who occupied the chair next to her. "I thought you'd been called for a case." She said, returning to her novel. "No, just thinking." Sherlock said, looking at the people that walked past the couple.
"So, what're you doing here then?" she asked, immediately regretting the coldness of her tone. "Like I said, I was thinking. And I've come to a conclusion." He said, pausing. Kayla looked at him again in confusion, closing her book and placing it on her lap. "And what was your conclusion?" she asked. Sherlock glanced at her and then cleared his throat. "I've decided…that…I don't want you to leave again." He said, his voice cracking slightly.
Kayla couldn't help the grin that formed at how nervous he sounded and then the grin faded, realizing what this meant. "Sherlock, if I stay, it'll put you and the others in danger." Kayla said, looking at the man sitting next to her. Sherlock gave her a slight grin. "You've made the risk before, haven't you?" he asked, fixing his coat.
Kayla chewed on her bottom lip and thought. After a moment, she sighed in defeat and looked back at the consulting detective. "I guess I could do a transfer. Have them send me all my files and missions? Have an office here in London?" she mused to herself mostly. "Well then," Sherlock said, standing up and offering her his hand. "I guess it's settled then."
Kayla looked up at him in disbelief. "Excuse you, I haven't decided anything." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. Sherlock only smirked at her, his hand still offered to her. "Ugh, fine." She said, taking his hand and standing up.
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After Kayla had gotten her bag, the couple left the airport and got a cab back to the flat. Deep down, Kayla was glad Sherlock had come and convinced her, but she also knew that right next to it was worry that something might happen to Sherlock and the new friends she'd made in the short time she'd been back.
"You're thinking too much." Sherlock said, watching the woman next to him bite her nails as she watched the scenery fly by the cab. Kayla looked up suddenly and dropped her hand, giving him a sheepish grin. "Sorry. Just worried." She said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
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"You can stay in my room until the spare room downstairs is ready." Sherlock said as they got out of the cab. "Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the couch." Kayla said, hefting her bag onto her shoulder. Sherlock gave her a pointed look that said not to argue with him. Kayla rolled her eyes and braced herself for what she knew was going to come when she entered the flat.
Mrs. Hudson had been ecstatic that Kayla was coming to stay and John was happy to see his friend actually show an effort towards someone.
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"Are you sure about this? We haven't had a base in London in years. You're one of the best agents we have and I think, if this is what you want, that it'd be great if we had a liaison in London. I don't think a base in necessary though." Samuel said over the phone. Kayla let out a small laugh and rubbed a hand down her face. "I feel better than I have in a while, Sam. Maybe this is something I've needed for a while."
Samuel chuckled over the phone. "Alright. I'll have Nick send all you're files to your personal computer. It's getting pretty late. I'll call you later and see how things are holding up." Samuel said. "Thanks, Sam." Kayla said before hanging up her phone and flopping down onto the bed with a sigh.
Kayla sighed and closed her eyes. She thought talking Samuel into letting her stay in London was going to be much harder. Luckily, it took little to none to convince him to let her stay.
A/N: Please R&R!