A/N: Hello Hello my fellow readers and writers! This chapter is somewhat bittersweet. I wanted to include Fran a little bit more in my story since it is a multi-chapter fic and the show is The Nanny. Anyways hope you all enjoy and shout outs to Lucky Starz, mewkazurinu2004 and bogiedevil for reviewing chapter 5. Also shout out to rx9872 for reviewing chapter 4. I must have published 5 right before you reviewed 4. Anyways hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 6-Saying Goodbye

Niles descended down the stairs with a suitcase in each arm. He would come back later to get the rest of his things, although considering he had lived in one room for most of his life, the majority of what he had to his name was already packed away.

He came down the stairs and put his suitcases by the door. He wanted to say goodbye to Fran and of course he needed to see C.C. and at least thank her for going to bat for him. He went into the kitchen, where he found Fran eating a big gallon of chocolate ice cream. Of course being a yenta, she already knew he was leaving.

"Oh Niles, I heard Max yelling, are you really leaving? Surely I can work on him and pull some Jewish guilt. Oh Niles please don't go!"

"Ms. Fine soon to be Mrs. Sheffield. As much as I love you and the children, I simply cannot stay here any longer. I am tired of being seen as less than a human being…"

Fran interrupted: "Oh you mean by Max and Ms. Babcock? I know she sees herself as higher than everyone else."

Niles continued: "Surprisingly not by Ms. Babcock. She was actually on my side in this argument. "

"Wow! Ms. Babcock on your side? It's a world gone mad!"

"Yes, well I guess I need to get going. Have you seen Ms. Babcock? I wanted to say goodbye and tell her thanks for her support before I leave."

"I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her in a while. Niles, please keep in touch. We can't let this little feud between you and Max stand in the way of our friendship."

"Of course, Miss Fine. In fact I'll call you tonight. I am staying at the Hampton Inn in room 305 on 9th street."

"Ok, Niles good luck with everything!"

And being the affectionate person that she was, she drew him into a friendly hug.

"Goodbye Miss Fine."

"Honey, you can call me Fran, we are friends after all."

"Bye Fran"

He smiled simply and left the room. Fran noticed something odd was going on. It was not like him at all to act so nice and actually defensive of Ms. Babcock. She even saw a sparkle in his eye at the mention of her name. Fran was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he cared for her a little more than he let on.

…..

Niles continued to scour the house for Ms. Babcock. He wanted to at least get the chance to thank her. He even poked his head into the office very slowly and saw no sign of either C.C. or Maxwell. He checked everywhere and wondered where on earth she could be. He would have waited for her, but he heard the cab pull up and so he headed out the door.

Right before he left, however he noticed something on the table in front of the door and went to see what it was.

He recognized it as his script and of course saw the note:

Don't give up on this. The play is wonderful.

-C.C.

He noticed that the handwriting appeared a little jagged and there was a smudge mark on the letter the first "C" in her name.

Blasted cab! I need to find her. I'll tell Fran to give her my contact info. Maybe she'll call, maybe she won't but it's a start, right?

With that thought in mind, he grabbed his suitcases and went out the door, got in the cab and headed to the Hampton Inn. He planned on going out first thing in the morning in order to find a place to live, invest a small portion in a stock and his most important goal, find another person willing to produce his most prized piece of writing. He had a long day ahead of him, but he couldn't deny that he was excited.

….

C.C. had been sitting in her BMW for quite sometime now. The few tears she had shed while in the house had erupted into a torrential downpour as they cascaded down her face. She never thought this would happen. This inheritance thing was really starting to turn her life upside down. She had figured that it would affect Niles, but she did not think that in anyway it would affect her, not to mention the company and Maxwell. Hell, it would even affect Nanny Fine and the children.

Wow, maybe I really should have thought this through. Well I can say one thing, I hope Niles can buy some happiness with this money because I have been trying for years and I guess it has just been sold out because I haven't been able to find happiness at all. The only thing that has made me somewhat content with my life has been my career and I can guarantee that with Niles play gone, we are not going to find another hit like that. Well anyways, I hope he can get it produced. It really needs to be seen by the world.

Money may not buy happiness, but I guess it is power. Look what a $1 million dollar inheritance in the hands of someone else has done to my life, and his for that matter.

Maybe I was destined to be nothing more than an old spinster, anonymous benefactress and a cutthroat businesswoman. I can't deny that there isn't something Dickensian about the whole thing. Great expectations for a man less fortunate than I. Funny how I feel more sorry for myself right now than I have ever felt for this man.

Her thoughts continued to ramble on in her mind as she pondered about everything that had just happened. She never figured that she would care this much. She prided herself on being a rational individual, not letting emotions cloud her thought processes. However, she realized that her decision to give Niles the inheritance was based solely on her emotions and her sudden distaste for these social standards she had been taught to live by for so many years of her life.

I still have my work. I will always have that. It is the one thing that has stood by me regardless of the circumstances and has never let me down. I am pleased to see that my investment will not go to waste. He will begin his life and I will continue mine. I never thought I would ever say this about Niles, out of all people, but he is way too good for the simple life he was placed in. I wonder what has happened to the American Dream and if it really exists. It seems only fair that it would, but if it did then I wouldn't have felt the urge to give Niles the inheritance, right?

But as much as she tried to justify the reasons that she gave him the money as simply out of her distaste for social standards she began to wonder yet again if there was more to the story. Maybe she was hoping that somehow she could turn Niles into the ideal high-class man that she was supposed to be with.

…..

She had been sitting in her car for over and hour now and had absolutely no idea of the time or how much of it had passed. All she wanted was things to be back to normal, Niles and their banter in her life, Fran and her battling over which of them was better for Maxwell, while it being clearly obvious that Fran was the winner in every scenario. Maybe this wasn't the ideal situation, but C.C. was used to it and she did not deal well with change.

These sudden changes made her want to drink and she quickly opened her glove box for the flask of Bacardi she kept in there for times like these. Her therapist told her that drinking wasn't a good idea, but she was at the point in which this advice really didn't matter to her and she pushed it out of her mind.

Just as she was about to pour the whole tumbler full down her gullet, a faint knock was heard on her window. She looked up she saw no other then Fran Fine (soon to be Sheffield) looking in at her. She turned the car on and opened the automatic window.

"What do you want", C.C. groaned

"Ms. Babcock you put that flask away this instant and open that car door and march yourself in the house and explain to me what the heck is going on here."

"Nanny Fine, what are you babbling about?"

"I know good and well there is more between you and Niles then undeniable hate and I would like to know what that more is. Would you just get out of the car!"

Not having the energy to fight with this very energetic nasal New Yorker, C.C. screwed the cap back onto the flask, placed it back into her glove compartment, got of the car and locked the doors. This would surely be an interesting conversation. Hopefully Fran wouldn't see through her façade, but deep down C.C. knew that she would.