Disclaimer: I do not own Fran Fine, Maxwell Sheffield, CC Babcock, Niles, Maggie Sheffiled, Brighton Sheffield, or Grace Sheffield.
Mentally In Love
Chapter 1
"Niles, Old Man." Maxwell spoke as he walked into the kitchen of his home.
"Yes sir?" Niles asked from behind the sink.
Maxwell handed him a file. "I need you to run these over to CC. Can you do that for me?"
"Sir, the roads are horrible! And it's snowing like crazy!"
"I understand, Niles. But this file is very important. Please?"
Inside, Niles scowled. But, he replied "Of course, sir." He took the files, and was off.
Niles was right, the roads were terrible. It was snowing like a big dog, practically a blizzard, and they already had 6 inches of snow. It was supposed to be the worst snow fall of the year, and here he was, driving over to the witch's place.
At her penthouse, CC was complaining about Niles as she ran on her treadmill. "You fat which." She mocked, "You'd have to be dead months to even fit into it. You're a cow." She sped up the treadmill with every rude word she remembered coming from Niles' mouth. "Well, I'll show you, Dust Mop. I'll be as thin as Nanny Fine before you know it." And she cranked up the speed some more.
Niles walked down the hall towards her door, brushing the snow off of him as he went.
When he reached her door, he knocked. She didn't come to the door. He knocked again, louder this time. Again, there was no sign of CC. He knocked yet again, and yelled "Miss Babcock!" But there was no CC. So, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his emergency key. He stuck it into the lock, and carefully pushed open the door. Once inside, he heard a machine of some sort.
What ever could she be doing? He wondered.
Carefully, we walked further into the house. Cautiously, he walked down the hallway. "Miss Babcock?" He called.
There was no answer.
As he walked down the hall, he heard the noise getting louder. He walked as far as he could until he reached the guest room. "Miss
Babcock?" He called for what seemed like the millionth time, and carefully pushed open the door to see CC Babcock, with her hair in a pony tail, and sweats on. She was running on a treadmill. So that was the noise. Boy, was it loud.
"Miss Babcock?" He called, not wanting to scare her.
She didn't hear him over the treadmill and the music blasting in her ears.
He walked closer and touched her arm. "Miss-"
Before he could complete his sentence, CC grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be a small statue, and smacked him over the head with it.
He was out cold.