This is my first Nanny fic. Hope you like it! I've already written a few more chapters for this one but I'll post them gradually. Please review to let me know what you like about it and what you don't :)

*I don't own any characters, yadda yadda, etc.

SAY IT, DON'T SPRAY IT

CHAPTER 1

Maxwell was seated at his desk while CC stood beside him babbling about the renovation plans she had for her penthouse suite.

"Why in the world would someone need a shower head with 6 different spray settings?" asked Maxwell.

Before she could respond, Niles said, "Well sir, Miss Babcock IS single..."

CC scrunched her face in irritation. "Niles! That is SO- "

"Perceptive? Dead-on? ...Twisted?" He cut her off, and then grinned.

CC pursed her lips & gave him a side glare, careful not to look directly at him. You got me there, butler boy, she mused, trying to hide the smile that was fighting its way through.

She ran her tongue over the front of her teeth with her lips still tightly pursed, then looked at him with eyes narrowed. "Hate you," she said matter-of-factly.

"You hate when I'm right," he retorted in the same tone. He smiled when she moved to sit on the green love seat without a word. Winning, he thought.

As Niles prepared dinner in the kitchen, he told Nanny Fine about his first jab of the day at the expense of Miss Babcock. Fran was honking at his joke just as the she-devil herself strolled in demanding coffee.

"...And make it quick, Benson!" She grabbed a cookie from the table and turned her attention to Fran asking, "And what is soooo funny, Mizz Fine?"

"Your sex life," Niles said with an air of nonchalance.

CC rolled her eyes and swallowed the bite she had taken. "My sex life is my business!"

Niles couldn't resist. "Yes, we know. How much did you make this month?"

She dusted the cookie crumbs off of her hands above Niles's head and into his hair. "First I have no sex life & need shower heads for satisfaction, now I'm a hooker?! Get your story together!"

"Oh, thanks, I was a little confused which came first," he teased as he shook the crumbs out of his hair and began washing the vegetables.

CC went quiet as her eyes narrowed and Fran took that as her cue to exit. She didn't need any vegetables flying her way.

Niles looked up, confused by the lack of screeching coming from the blonde. CC slowly made her way around the kitchen island to where Niles stood spraying the vegetables with tap water.

She didn't throw anything. She didn't even yell.

"You know Niles," she said calmly, "You're awfully concerned about my sex life when you should be more concerned about the fact that the sprayer you're holding there has more effect on a woman than you ever could." She smirked.

It was seldom that she could one-up him. He usually had the last word but this time he was speechless. All that was running through his mind was that she hadn't denied that she'd experimented with sprayers or showerheads... In fact, she implied that she had! Which brought forth a number of images of Miss Babcock. in nothing but water. and immensely turned on.

He glanced down at her outfit as she stood a little straighter after feeling like she had won this one. "I'm still waiting for my coffee," she said, eyebrows raised and head held high.

He couldn't leave it like that so he squirted water at her. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as her white blouse became drenched and began to cling to her chest as she readied herself to scream.

"Just add coffee and cream and you're good to go!" was all he got out among joyous laughter and quick, stolen glances at her chest.

CC was humiliated and suddenly felt very naked. "I am going to KILL YOU!" She lurched at him and they fought over the sprayer until they were both drenched. By then, Maxwell had entered the kitchen to investigate the source of the noise.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!" He bellowed in shock when he saw CC with the sprayer pointed at Niles's crotch while Niles attempted to shield his manhood with the nearest frying pan.

Niles quickly pulled the sprayer from CC's grasp and back into the kitchen sink, turning off the water. CC pulled at the material of her blouse to prevent it from sticking to her chest.

"Well?!" Maxwell was not amused. "I thought you were coming in here to get coffee, CC! Not to flood my bloody kitchen!"

CC looked like a child in trouble with her favourite teacher.

"Um, I did.. But Maxwell, he started it! I was just-"

"No I didn't, sir, she-"

"Not another word, both of you! Niles, you will get some towels for Miss Babcock to dry off on and then clean up the mess before the dampness makes it smell-"

"Like wet dog? Don't worry, sir, that smell never stays once she goes home," Niles gestured towards CC.

Maxwell looked down at the puddles on his kitchen floor, and then scowled at them both before leaving the room.

"Ha-ha!" CC said, shaking her head at Niles with her hands on her hips.

"Look who still has to clean it all up! Poor, little Merry Maid!" She exclaimed and then gave an exaggerated pout.

"I can see your bra," he pointed out.

She looked down and grabbed at her blouse once more. "...Shut up," she said, embarrassment all over her expression and body language.