Disclaimer: I don't own any part or character from The Nanny…yet.

A/N: I just watched the movie 'Baby Boom' and thought…what it that had been CC? This starts out on the same idea, but with a definite twist. Let me know what you think – D

Little Man

Chapter 1

CC was just stepping out of the cab in front of her building when the woman was rolled out on a stretcher. CC stepped back as the young red haired woman reached for her hand. "Miss Babcock…Miss Babcock…please…just until I come home…please…don't let them take him away! Please!" The woman shouted through the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Liz? Lynn? Lucy? Lucy! What are you talking about?" CC was being practically dragged along as the young woman, Lucy, held fast to her arm.

"Scottie…please…they'll take him away…just keep him for me until I get out." Lucy pleaded with her.

CC looked between Lucy and the EMT. "Ok, no problem, Lucy…I'll take care of Scottie." CC nodded at the woman and the EMT who then loaded Lucy into the ambulance.

The lady that had been watching stepped up to CC. "Are you CC Babcock?"

"Yep, that's me, I guess you have Scottie?" CC asked the woman.

The woman nodded. "If you could follow me up to Ms. Evans' apartment we have a few things to discuss."

"Uhm…ok." CC couldn't help but let her thoughts wander as she followed the woman. "Sure seems like an awful lot of trouble for dog, but whatever…she watched Chester for me a few times…I can return the favor."

The woman opened the door to Lucy's apartment where another woman was sitting on the sofa. "You can go now, Debbie, I'll take it from here." The woman spoke with authority to the younger woman on the sofa.

"Ok, can I just get Scottie and head up to my apartment?" CC asked the woman.

She gestured to the sofa. "Miss Babcock, it's just not that simple." The woman sat in a chair and finished. "We need to make a few things clear."

CC reluctantly sat down. "I'm not sure I see what the big deal is, Ms…?"

"I'm sorry, Carol Richards, Child Protective Services." The woman looked down into her bag to retrieve some papers and missed CC's reaction.

CC's eyes grew big, and her thoughts ran wild. "Child…Scottie's a child? Lucy was pregnant when I first met her but, would she really leave her kid with…"

CC tried to regain her composure. "Uhm…Ms. Richards, I'm not sure I…"

"Look, we're not just going to hand Scottie over you some woman the mother called to on the street. I need to get some information…I have to know you're suitable." That was it. The woman questioned CC Babcock's suitability to take care of a kid and she wasn't about to stand for that kind of treatment from any social worker.

CC inhaled and released her breath. "Fine, ask your questions."

"I already understand that you live here in the building…where?" The woman asked.

CC answered coolly. "I have a penthouse on the 25th floor."

"Are you financially able to care for a child, Miss Babcock?" Mrs. Richards asked as if she missed the 'penthouse' comment.

CC sighed. "Look, Ms. Richards, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but is there some faster way we can do this? I am partnered with Max Sheffield the Broadway Producer; I am more than financially capable of caring for a child. I work mostly out of Max's mansion on Park Ave. He has a full time butler and nanny for his family and one more child will be no problem for them or me to handle. I will see to Scottie's every need. I can assure you."

"Ok, Miss Babcock. You just need to sign these papers and I'll go get Scottie." Mrs. Richards handed CC the clip board and she dropped her signature quickly at the 'X'.

Mrs. Richards returned shortly with the boy who looked big for only eight months old. "Now, Miss Babcock, there is only one hard and fast rule you must adhere to. Scottie must be in your care, in your home every evening between the hours of 8 pm and 8 am. I know that sounds strange, but if we drop in and you're not here, he'll be taken out of your custody and put into the system." Mrs. Richards handed CC the baby; who, she was shocked to find, seemed rather content in her arms.

"Mrs. Richards, how sick is Lucy? I mean…how long do you suspect she'll be in the hospital?" CC asked, curious as to how long she'd have the small person in her care.

Mrs. Richards looked at CC sideways. "Miss Babcock, how well do you know Lucy?"

"I met her when she moved in. She was still pregnant. We chat from time to time, and she's taken care of my little Chester for me on occasion." CC decided it Chester's 'species' didn't need to be clarified at this time.

"Her fiancé dumped her when he found out she was pregnant and he just got married. She had a breakdown. I'm not sure when she'll get home. I'll keep you apprised of her prognosis." The woman watched CC cradle Scottie carefully. "Are you sure you can handle this…to be quite frank…you don't seem the…motherly type."

CC took her best haughty posture. "Thank you, Mrs. Richards, but Scottie and I will be just fine." CC grabbed the diaper bag and the small suitcase and strolled out of the apartment and down the hall to the elevator.

"I'll have security bring up a few more of Scottie's things." Mrs. Richards called after CC.

The moment she stepped inside she sighed heavily. "Ok, little man, what the hell are we going to do until Mommy get's out of the loony bin?" CC shook her head at the small gurgling creature who looked up at her with such innocence she just had to smile at him.

CC managed just fine with Scottie, for the first forty or forty five…seconds. But the minute she dropped his bags inside her apartment he started fussing. Not full on crying but a small plaintive whimper. "Oh, Scottie, what's wrong baby…" CC actually shocked herself when she cooed at him. "Are you hungry or tired or…OH DEAR GOD!" CC wondered no more as the odor rose to greet her nose. "Geez…what do they feed babies these days?"

CC put Scottie up on her shoulder and tried to decide where to change his diaper. "I guess the bed would be the best choice. Ok, Scottie, let's go into your room and get this diaper thing underway." CC took Scottie into the small guest room and laid him on a bath towel and started to remove his clothes. When she finally reached his diaper Scottie flashed an impish grin. "Don't you look at me like that, Scottie, it's just not fair." CC couldn't help but smile. But her smile faded the minute she undid the Velcro tabs of the diaper and the sight which more than defeated the smell in offensiveness. "Oh, Scottie, how did all that come out of you?" CC flinched for a moment wondering if she could really do this. "I am CC Babcock…I can change a diaper."

However, CC hadn't realized that Scottie was eight months old and when left to their own devices, eight month old babies…move around…a lot sometimes. Scottie started kicking furiously which served to squish the nastiness in his diaper all over his legs and feet. Then the moment that CC turned to grab another towel he decided that would be a great time to roll over…twice thusly spreading his…deposit well over the towel. If she'd been anyone else she'd have broken down into full on tears. But, she wasn't anyone else…she was CC Babcock. So she did what any strong, powerful woman would do…she called someone in to do the dirty work for her.