Cordelia occasionally would ask Fiona a question – about school, what she liked to do at her mom's house, or her favorite things to do with Doyle, and Fiona would reply, but Cordelia could tell that, much to her relief, Fiona appeared to be getting tired. After lunch, they had time for another thirty-minute Barbie game, before Cordelia announced it was time for Fiona's nap.

"Aw, I don't want to," Fiona pouted.

"It's just a couple hours," Cordelia coaxed. "And besides, you don't want me to have to tell your dad you didn't listen, do you?" Things had been going pretty well for the most part, and Cordelia hated to threaten Fiona, but she wanted to do a good job babysitting for Doyle, and she knew in order to do that she had to take charge.

Fiona looked up at Cordelia and sighed. Cordelia was pretty sure she heard Fiona mutter, "snitch" under her breath, but she wasn't sure. Fiona stood up and headed for the bathroom. "Okay, I'll take a nap after I go to the bathroom," she groaned.

"Great, thanks," Cordelia flashed Fiona a grin, but Fiona just stared back. Soon, Cordelia had Fiona all settled in with her menagerie of stuffed animals.

"See you in a bit," Cordelia smiled and quietly shut the door behind her as she left Fiona's room.

Cordelia sat down on the couch and reached for the remote. Suddenly, she realized how tired she herself was. She leaned back and closed her eyes.

Soon, Cordelia jolted awake to a, "hi Cordy!" Fiona was standing in front of her – just inches away from the woman's face.

"Ah! Fiona! You're supposed to be napping," Cordelia yawned.

"Naptime is over," Fiona said.

"No, it isn't – I just put you down," Cordelia replied.

"Is so. I looked at my clock and the little hand is on the three. That's when my dad says I can get out of my bed." Cordelia stumbled to the kitchen and checked the clock on the stove. Sure enough, it was just past three.

"Wow, that was fast," Cordelia mumbled.

"Daddy always says that too," Fiona giggled. "Can I have my snack now?"

"Yeah, sure, what do you want?" Cordelia turned towards the cupboards.

"Hmm…goldfish," Fiona pointed at a specific cupboard. "We can put them in a bowl, and you can watch TV with me." Cordelia got the snack together and she and Fiona sat down on the couch. Cordelia turned the TV on and painstakingly clicked through each channel, as Fiona didn't have any of the channels she liked memorized. Finally, the girl settled on Blue's Clues, quietly munching on her snack, but occasionally frantically shouting, "A CLUE! A CLUE!" at the screen.

This girl was LOUD, Cordelia learned.

Fiona insisted the two color after the episode had concluded and even shared one of her Hello Kitty coloring books with Cordelia. For supper, Cordelia prepared frozen waffles like Doyle had said. Just before Fiona's 8:00 bedtime, Cordelia had managed to convince the child to put on pajamas and select a couple books for them to read on the couch. During the second story however, Fiona had fallen asleep on Cordy's shoulder.

Cordelia froze. Fiona would be more comfortable in her bed, but Cordelia wasn't sure she would be able to carry her there – not to mention, she didn't want to risk waking her. Before she had decided what to do, the door quietly creaked open. Doyle was in the doorway.

"Doyle!" Cordelia was surprised and relieved. She quickly covered her mouth, fortunately, Fiona didn't stir. Doyle smiled at his sleeping daughter.

"She just fell asleep," Cordelia whispered. "Before I could get her in her bed."

"That's all right, I'll bring her there in a second," Doyle hung his jacket up.

"I thought you were going to be gone until tomorrow," Cordelia said.

"Things ended up getting resolved sooner than expected," Doyle carefully scooped Fiona up in his arms.

"Daddy," Fiona's eyes slightly opened.

"Hi, baby," Doyle kissed her forehead. "Let's get you to bed," he carried her off to her bedroom then returned to Cordelia.

"I was afraid she'd wear you out," Doyle said. "But it looks like you wore her out."

"I think she wore herself out," Cordelia said honestly. "Although, I feel worn out too." The pair chuckled.

"Was she good for you?" Doyle asked.

"Oh, yeah," Cordelia said. "Kept me entertained too." She paused. "We played an interesting Barbie game."

"Oh yeah?" Doyle sounded intrigued.

"Yeah, you and I housesat for Barbie and Ken," Cordelia finished.

Doyle chuckled again. "She is something else. Hey, thanks again – I really appreciate it. I owe you big time."

"She sure is," Cordelia agreed. "And really, it's no trouble. Always glad to help out a friend," Cordy found herself drawing out the word friend. "Well, have a good night," Cordelia grabbed her own jacket from Doyle's coatrack. "Say goodbye to Fiona for me."

"Will do," Doyle replied. "Good night," he watched Cordelia head out the door.