It was a typical day in the Sheffield household. Fran was chasing after Maxwell, Brighton was teasing Maggie, and Gracie was, well, being Gracie. Sylvia was cleaning out the refrigerator. One less thing I had to do.

But the house didn't feel the same without one person. C.C. Babcock.

C.C. is well, a bit mental. She's bitter, witty, and incredibly smart. But she's after Maxwell.

Why is the butler always the one with the most screwed up life?

I'm old. And not married. And not getting any younger. I'm not successful (I'm a butler) and I'm never going to be like Maxwell. I'd like to sing on Broadway, I'd love to be famous! But I can't seem to ever get any luck.

I've been with the Sheffield's for a long, long time. It's getting to be a bit tiring. Maxwell and C.C. have their business drama, Fran and Maggie have boy/man troubles, Brighton and Gracie's problems vary. No one ever seems to care about me. I seem forgotten sometimes.

Fran is my best friend. I didn't exactly like her when she first walked into our lives, but now I don't know what I'd do without her. It's no secret her and Maxwell have a 'thing' for each other, but that idiotic man is slow.

I wonder…

If I left, who would miss me? They'd certainly miss the cleaning, the cooking, all of that. But who would miss me?

Fran might… but I'm sure everyone else around here takes me for granted.

Should I leave? Perhaps find somewhere I am happier?

I dust around the kitchen. I'm alone, surprisingly. Sylvia must have left.

I want to leave. But I just can't, because of… because of… her.

I love C.C. It's a secret I shall take to the grave.

"NIIIIIIIIIIILES!" Fran yelled, running into the kitchen.

"Yes, Miss Fine?" I replied, sounding a bit sharp.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Fran asked.

"Nothing, now what is it, Miss Fine?"

"I was just thinking… ya seem kinda lonely here. Don't you ever think about getting a cat, or a dog, a hamster… perhaps a girlfriend?"

"Now, where did this come from?" I was getting suspicious.

"Well, you've never been married-,"

"You haven't either."

Fran glared at him.

"Well… that doesn't matter! You're getting older, Niles. Don't you want to settle down?"

"I'd like to, but there isn't anyone." I lied.

"No one? Not at all?" Fran asked suspiciously.

"No."

"Well… I've got someone who's lonely, not me, and I think you two might be a nice couple if I set you two up on a date!" She said enthusiastically.

"It's not Val, is it?" I hoped it wasn't her.

"Nah, not her. You'll thank me for this date one day, Niles!"

"I didn't say I'd go on the date yet."

"I don't care, you're going! I'm tired of seeing you moping around!" Fran said.

I sighed.

"Where and when?"

A/N: First fanfiction. I love 'The Nanny' so much! Reviews would be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Nanny'.