Author's note: I own nothing from the Nanny. If I did, it would only consist of Niles and C.C. and none of that Fran/Max mess. I had previously intended to end this story after chapter four, but I since decided to continue on with this story. Expect many, many more chapters after this one. Enjoy!

Chapter one:

C.C. Babcock bursts through the door of her penthouse. Her blonde hair is damp and matted against her forehead. The white overcoat she chose to wear that day is dripping wet and smudged with splatters of dirt. It clings to her frame and water pours from the material into great puddles on her tile floor. She stands there for a moment, just within the doorway, recounting the events from earlier today.

It was a bright day when she left her place. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. It gave her an even greater sense of confidence than she usually had. Her heels clicked through the hallway and down the elevator and across the lobby. When she finally made it to Maxwell's mansion, a genuine smile had been etched onto her face. She was very excited to be meeting with the star of their upcoming play and finalizing the last-minute details of the cocktail party they would be holding for the backers tomorrow evening.

The blonde raised her hand to ring the doorbell just as the door swung open, revealing that butler she so vehemently hates. He held a picnic basket in his left hand and a few books in his right.

"Oh, god. What are you doing here? The sun is out." he spits, shaking his head.

"Very funny. Just where do you think you're going?"

"Now, now. You're a smart cookie, what do you think?" he retorts, raising the basket beneath her nose.

C.C. merely looks at him, a disgruntled look on her face.

"Here, I'll help you. Since it's such a nice day out, well it was until you came along... Anyway, I was just leaving for some time to myself."

"You're going on a picnic alone?" she scoffed. "Even you can do better than a date with yourself."

Niles simply let out a sharp breath and brushed past her, hurrying off to some beautiful place to picnic.
The socialite stares after his retreating outline.

"Niles, you're not really leaving are you? You've got work to do, there are people to be serviced, you have my coffee to pour, you know the drill." she cries after him in vain.

"Hardly so, Babcock. The English muffin has given me the afternoon off. Brew your own coffee, witch. You know where the cauldron is kept."

Niles disappears around the corner and C.C. turns to let herself in the front door. Damn. Although she hates to admit it, Miss Babcock can hardly get through a day without Niles. Maxwell is so frightfully dense and the way he swoons over Nanny Fine is truly vomitous. She depends on her banter with Benson to keep her entertained during those moments when she's ready to rip out those lovebirds' throats. Today is really going to suck.

And she had no idea how true that thought was going to be.