A/N: Characters are not mine and just taking them out for a joyride. I love watching the Nanny years ago on its original run but back then I was young and haven't tried writing yet. I hope it's not too late to write about my favorite characters of the show: CC and Niles. Thoughts, reviews ad feedback are always a delight to receive. Hope my stories would give my fellow Team CC /Niles a fun read.

Prologue:

Watching her seated in the fifth row of the orchestra, her forefinger massaging the tip of her right brow as though trying to ease the throbbing headache she was getting from the auditionee that was singing in slight off key to "I Dreamed a Dream", not being the most amiable and jovial of producers you could clearly see the annoyance she didn't bother to disguise. It was the third auditionee in a row with a not too impeccable vocal prowess. Though the spotlights were on the actors and actresses onstage, seated between her co-producer Mr. Sheffield and the musical director Mr. Lapine, with the choreographer and director in front of them on the fourth row, the only flower among the thorns, one could clearly notice her with her straight blond hair and her taller than average height for a girl with 5 feet '9 inches.

"Thank you!" uttered the director to the singer on the first half of the song, indicating she did not make the cut.

The auditionee was dismayed but still responded with a polite nod.

"Oh god, she's more suitable to the none speaking character," muttered CC to Maxwell.

Maxwell smirked but knew CC was right. The audacity of the actress to try for Nellie Forbush was quite astounding.

The musical director called the next actress ad she went up o stage, holding her piano piece.

"So, auditioning for Nellie Forbush…" muttered the director looking at the application form in his hand.

"What are you going to sing for us today?" he continued.

The blond young girl was excited. "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Out of My Hair"

She proceeded to hand the piano piece to the pianist on downstage left.

When the next auditionee came on with the first line of the song late on the entrance, she stood up in exasperation without caring it was impolite and somewhat insulting to the auditionee.

"I'm taking a break, Maxwell. You guys continue without me," she said. She made her way out of the fifth row onto the center aisle on her way out of the orchestra. She caught sight of the stage manager, their theater assistant on top of the stage production, standing at the back near the double doors.

The girl was crest-fallen either at her mistake in beginning the song or at the exit of Ms. Babcock, but the director was kinder to the beautiful auditionee and decided to give her another chance.

"Let's try again in five…" said the director and motioned for the pianist to begin again.

The second time she tried the girl got it right, but the voice was nothing astounding, and CC knew the girl will not make it to the cut as the sound of the singing gradually faded as she walked further out of the main theater towards the backrooms.

"Hey, you, Tiffany. Did those last four actors come from the same agent? If they all have the same agent, I never want that same agent invited on any audition again. I hope I made myself clear," she said before storming off to the dressing rooms.

"Yes, I understand, Ms. Babcock," she answered, giving a slight bow, slightly afraid of the intimidating woman.

Her heels noiselessly treading the carpeted floor of the theater hallways as she made her way to the backstage dressing rooms. It was early afternoon, everyone was busy with the auditions in the orchestra, with hundreds of auditionees for South Pacific it would take several hours before anyone would notice Ms. Babcock missing. With no rehearsal, no play due tonight, the dressing room halls were empty.

I kept my eye on her as she went up a few flights of stairs at the end of the hall of the dressing rooms. There was a small room where she and Maxwell keep as a small office lounge where they entertain a few guests, and investors when they are in the theater.

"Here's your coffee, Ms. Babcock. Just the way you like it-bitter with just a dash of milk."

She turned around just as a Production Assistant handed her a Venti cup of Americano, deliberately touching her fingers on the process, but it was not obvious to the absent-minded producer. There had been a lot on her mind both personal and business, she even forgot to thank him as she took a sip from the steaming cup. She and her boyfriend were still not on speaking terms, and it was causing her sleepless nights. The darkness under her eyes were slightly showing but no way diminished her beauty.

I managed to get myself a part-time job at the hotel across the street from her penthouse. I love watching her from the hotel rooftop. How she loved the moonlight and would often keep the curtains open in the living room where she loves to lie down on the love seat reading a novel before going to bed.

I've seen her boyfriend over a couple of times. How they would cuddle on the living room sofa, watching old movies on her enormous screen. Who would have thought she was the type who enjoyed them. Perhaps it was that boyfriend's influence. I should be the one cuddling with her.

I managed to get into her building, but her little mutt kept barking and barking, and bit on the hem of my pants just as I was about to get off the elevator on their floor. He wouldn't let go and security had to be called to pull him off my pants. Damn that Pomeranian.

Without a word, she continued up the room and settled on a swiveling chair to attend on a few paperwork. She wasn't usually irritable during auditions, but she had been extremely moody on a few occasions lately, and today, unfortunately was one of those days. Poor actors.

She took another sip of the coffee. Good. Just a few more sips and the Ativan would do its work.

The room was out of the way of the actors and stagehands, and the staircase was not very visible if you do not know your way around the Diamond Theater, and from the looks of the audition, it would take hours before they would have been done with all the actors... hours before anyone would look for her.

A great place to have you all alone to myself Ms. CC Babcock. This time you are not getting away.