Mac Taylor sat in his home office reading some case reports from that day. His wife was out with some of the girls and he was at home with their 3 year old daughter who he had just put to bed.

Suddenly he heard a tiny voice say "Daddy?"

He looked up and saw his daughter standing at the door with her doll in her arms. "Baby girl what are you doing up? You are supposed to be in bed."

She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

It's been a long day
And there's still work to do
She's pulling at me
Saying "Dad, I need you

"There's a ball at the castle. I have been invited. But I need to practice my dancing."

"Baby I need to do my work. I'll get in trouble if I don't. I can't dance with you right now."

There's a ball at the castle
and I've been invited
and I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

"Oh. Please Daddy. I'll write you a note like mommy does when she takes me to daycare."
Mac just smiled and puts down his pen and walked over to his little girl and pikes her up and goes out to the living room and turns on the radio and starts dancing with her.

"Thank You Daddy."

"You're welcome Baby Girl." The hours pass and she fell asleep. Stella Bonasera- Taylor walked in the house and heard the music on; she walked into the living room and saw her husband and daughter dancing. She took out her phone and took a picture and set it as her back round.

"Hey Baby. May I join in on this dance?" she asked.

"Hey . Come and join us."

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone...

The next morning he was getting his stuff around and saw a piece of construction paper sticking out of some folders and picked it up and opened it he smiled as he read "Dear Mr. Please excuse my daddy. He had to dance with Cinderella."

He walked in to his office and saw Sinclair.

"Sir." Mac said.

"Where are the papers that I had you doing last night?" Sinclair said.

"It is right here." Mac said as he handed the construction paper that his daughter wrote on.

Sinclair read the paper and got mad, "I told you to do the work last night."

Mac started walking away when Sinclair gave him the paper back "Yeah my daughter wanted me to dance with her last night and my daughters happiness is more important to me."

He walked into his office and pinned it up on his wall behind his desk.