Author's Note: This will be a multi-chapter story set during and around the episode "Fifth Wheel" of The Nanny when C.C. dates Chandler. Some dialogue and scenes are taken directly from the episode, of which I own nothing from. This story starts off being C.C./Chandler, but do not fret! It will most certainly end up being Niles/C.C. and will most likely have an M chapter or two (as per usual now, coming from me, hahah). I'd like to give a little shout-out to nrfan, who recently granted me with the most beautiful and well-thought out review I've ever received. It was so heartfelt, and honestly came very close to bringing a light dusting of tears to my eyes. Thank you and thank you ALL for the wonderful reviews! They make my writing so very enjoyable and give me the motivation to continue writing these stories. Geez, sorry for this essay I wrote. Now, on with the tale! Enjoy!

All I Really Want To Do

(I)

C.C. Babcock was having an awful day. She actually thought that she had met someone so amazing and perfect for her. Thus, it came as quite a shock when she realized that her internet interest, "PorschePuppy" was really Maxwell's son, B-Bruce? Bertrand? Anyway, now she can't ever look at that fifteen-year-old kid again, especially due to the horribly enticing things he said to her. She was so shell-shocked when she agreed to go out with Nanny Fine and her terribly dense best friend, Val.

They ended up at a cigar-bar and C.C. was very much at home among the suave throng of gentlemen. She was wearing a black and glittering ensemble that shimmered with every move she made. Her hair was swept into a regal blonde twist as she puffed away at her cigar and laughed and talked alongside Fran and Val. She hadn't expected to actually enjoy herself with "Dumb" and "Dumber." Moments later, Val was called away by a handsome man, leaving Fran and C.C. to smoke their cigars alone. Fran was retching and coughing violently, but C.C. was puffing smoothly. She noted how Nanny Fine was holding her cigar and looked down at her own hand. She started laughing, thinking of what Niles would have said about how comfortable C.C. was in this masculine situation.

"What's so funny?" Fran managed to spit out.

Shit, I can't let Nanny Fine know what I was really thinking.

"Oh…I….just remembered something PorschePuppy said."

When C.C. made it back to her loft, she was stinking of cigars and cognac. She made a face when she shrugged out of her blazer. I need a bath. She draped her blazer across a chair, making a mental note to have it dry cleaned. Or better yet – I'll get Hazel to do it. Then she promptly remembered what had happened to the last blazer that Niles was supposed to clean and she shook her head. Dry cleaning, it is.

C.C. huffed and padded off to the bathroom, kicking her heels off as she went. She twisted the golden knobs of her bath, letting the hot water rush from the taps and into the tub. She strolled into her bedroom and unfastened the buttons of her shimmery blouse. She walked around to her armoire with her shirt hanging on her shoulders and completely open in the front. Seeing her like this would make any man lose control. The pink satin bow on the center of her bra was a teasing spectacle tucked between her breasts. She was a present begging to be unwrapped. She needed to be unraveled.

She pulled out a pair of floral-patterned, lace-trimmed panties and a green flannel button-down. She walked the items over to the bathroom counter and deposited them there. She slipped out of her blouse and skirt, tossing them into the hamper. She found a fluffy yellow towel in the cabinet and dropped it onto the side of the tub. She walked over to the large mirror hanging above the sink and watched her reflection. Her mirrored arms reached up and withdrew the pins from her French twist. Her blonde locks fell from the top of her head and cascaded to her shoulders in thick and bouncy curls. The corners of her mouth bowed up into a small smile. Even she had to admit that she was quite becoming. She lifted a hand to trace her jawline and her fingers stopped at the light crow's-feet around her eyes. C.C. was wracking her brain as to where those had come from. She hardly remembered laughing or smiling much, really. Then she remembered. Niles. She grinned wider now. "Niles" she spoke to her reflection.

Earlier that night, Niles was pacing around in his domain – the kitchen. He had really let Mr. Sheffield have it. Well, maybe a little. Maxwell hadn't thought about how Ms. Fine's giving up men and dating would have affected Niles. The butler snickered, remembering that he had called Miss Babcock his "home entertainment center." He couldn't restrain himself and had told Mr. Sheffield that she should have been here. Luckily, his boss hadn't thought much more of it than sheer boredom from not torturing the blonde businesswoman.

Niles sighed. It was getting rather late and, though he had planned on waiting up for Miss Fine to get back and dish about their girls night out, he was exhausted. He trudged up the stairs, grumbling all the while. He sluggishly undressed and tossed his rumpled clothes onto his armchair. He hadn't bothered with pajamas. He pulled off his undershirt and let it hang over the footboard, should he get chilly during the night. He reluctantly crawled into bed and tucked his boxer-clad body beneath the sheets. He switched off the small lamp on his side table and settled snuggly into sleep.

"If I'm lucky, I'll have that dream about Miss Babcock again."