AN: The idea for this story came to me while listening to the song "Won't Go Home Without You" by Maroon 5 so I highly suggest listening to it before reading.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Nanny or the song...shoot /

Hope you enjoy it!

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Fran put a hand to her mouth, yawning, as she slowly unlocked the door and quietly pushed it open, careful not to wake the sure-to-be sleeping residents of the beautiful mansion. She smiled slightly behind tired eyes as she made her way to the coat closet, slowly removing her black leather coat, faux fur decorating the rim of the hood. No matter how her dates went, walking into the Sheffield mansion after every one could always make her smile. This time, however, her smile was not entirely due to arriving home. Lately, Fran's luck with men had been well…nonexistent. But finally…finally she had decided to let loose, put everything that had happened recently behind her. She had decided to stop waiting around for the man who just wouldn't return her feelings. Then, she met Tony, a tall, dark, and handsome man who had swept her off her feet. He was open with her, let her know how he felt about her and did everything that she had longed for Maxwell to do for years now. She'd finally realized it would never happen. As much as she flirted and hinted around, Maxwell just didn't feel about her the way she felt about him and it was time to move on. She smiled again, moving toward the stairs, as she recalled the events of the evening.

Yes, Tony was exactly what she needed right now.

Exactly what she needed?

For the first time she paused at the bottom of the stairs. Is that all Tony was? Someone to fill the void in Fran that was Maxwell? She decided that she was about to climb the first of the steps when she heard someone clear his throat behind her. She jumped, turning around to face the figure standing in the darkness.

He turned on a light, stepping out of the shadows.

She managed a small giggle, placing a hand over her heart.

"Mr. Sheffield, you scared me. What are you still doing up?"

"Where were you?" he asked, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't know why he always made her so nervous.

She smiled shyly. "You know I had a date with Tony tonight. You were here when I left."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you realize what time it is Ms Fine?"

She was taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing as she wondered if she had heard him right. "Excuse me?" she questioned, not really knowing how to react. He had never done anything like this before and God knows this wasn't the first time she had come in late, or early for that matter.

His voice was laced with anger, his eyes boring into her as she shivered again, "It is after 2 in the morning," he said matter-of-factly and her eyes narrowed.

She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest and shifting her weight to one leg as she leaned to the side, staring at him in disbelief. "I'm well aware of that Mr. Sheffield. May I ask why you feel the need to confront me about it?"

He was suddenly very aware of what he was actually doing. Why was he confronting her? She had the right to be out as late as she wanted. She was a grown woman after all and he didn't own her. She could do whatever she bloody well pleased. Why on earth was he getting so angry? He wracked his brain for some kind of excuse. He wasn't really angry about her staying out. She had been out till the wee hours of the morning countless times with Ms. Toriello and he hadn't so much as batted an eyelash. But now…now he was full-blown angry. Hell, that was it…Tony. He remembered the feeling he got when Ms. Fine had told him just who she had been seeing lately. The man was near perfect. But then again he didn't know if it was so much Tony as it was Ms. Fine seeing a guy in general especially one like Tony. He came out of his fog when she spoke again.

"Mr. Sheffield, I asked you a question," she spat out, glaring at him.

"Ms. Fine, I'm afraid that I have held my tongue for long enough. This is the third day this week you have sauntered in here long after everyone has gone to bed…" her eyes remained fixated on him, he swallowed and continued, trying to hide the nervous edge to his voice, "I believe that your…relationship…with Tony has begun to get in the way of your duties here," he began to stand up straighter, more confident about what he was saying.

Her face contorted and she began to look at him like he was crazy. All traces of exhaustion were gone now and she was in full arguing mode. She placed her hands on her hips and took a step toward him, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean Mr. Sheffield. When I am on duty I do whatever you ask of me, but on my time off I think I have the right to do as I please."

She was right. What was he doing? "Ms. Fine, I just think that some time away from Tony would be appropriate and…" She cut him off. "What are you saying? You want me to break up with Tony? Is that it?" When he didn't answer, she threw her arms in the air and turned away from him for a brief second before turning back to face him. "You know what Mr. Sheffield? I too have held my tongue for long enough," she said, pointing a finger toward her chest. "I'm sorry sir, but you do not have the right to tell me who I can and can't date. As long as I am fulfilling my duties as your employee, which by the way I am, what I choose to do with my life is my business."

"Ms. Fine…" this was getting out of hand, he needed to stop it.

"No," she held up a hand before stepping even closer to him. Her voice didn't come out angry this time, it was more sad than anything. "I don't know what to do. You don't want to be with me, you've made that quite clear, you don't return my feelings for you, yet every time I push all of that aside, you aren't satisfied either," she paused, raising a hand to her mouth and then back down again, "You know, it seems as though you don't want me to be happy."

He felt his heart break as he saw the hurt in her eyes. "Ms. Fine…" he tried to reach for her but she backed away, walking toward the coat closet.

"I think it would be best if I left," she shrugged into her coat and opened the front door.

"Ms. Fine, please wait. Let's talk about this like rational adults." He took a step toward her. She turned toward him and he saw that her eyes were glistening with tears.

"Goodbye Mr. Sheffield."

And with that, she was gone…

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Shall I continue??