Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, I'm simply taking them out of the toy box and playing.

Rating: K+

That's what friends are for

"And this is Dr Frasier Crane wishing you all good mental health, until tomorrow Seattle."

Dr Frasier Crane smiled taking off his headphones, he heard the click from the on air light going off. It was his last show of the week and he was looking forward to a weekend of relaxation. The door separating him and producer opened behind his chair.

"Great show Frasier!" Roz Doyle beamed as she sorted out the show's tapes to be archived.

He stood up and pulled on his jacket.

"Why thank you Roz." He said, lifting his briefcase up from under the desk. "I thought that last phone call from Vera was very fascinating, all her anger issues, you know I think…"

"Uh-huh." Roz mumbled not really listening.

Frasier noted the spring in her step as he followed her through to her work area. She was smiling too, he knew it was the weekend but it wasn't really that exciting, he remembered that she had do fill in on Saturday night for one of the other producers, she hadn't been happy about that. She was still smiling as she collected her own jacket and bag, something was odd. She should have been moaning long before now.

"What are you so happy about?" He asked as they walked out of the door of the studios together. Roz laughed.

"What, so I can't be happy?" she said.

"Well yes, but you're smiling with all your teeth, like you're in a commercial for false teeth or something." He said.

"False teeth! Oh thanks Frasier!." But she was still smiling.

They rounded a corner and started walking down a flight of stairs leading to the big lobby and the way out.

"Come on then, what's with the big grin?" He asked.

"If you must know, I have a date tonight." She told him.

"A date? Well don't you have a date every night?" He teased.

She hit his arm playfully, narrowing her eyes at him.

"No I do not have a date every night!"

"Oh no? Well did you or did you not have one Monday and Tuesday and Thursday and the only reason you didn't have one on Wednesday is because you where working that night?"

"Okay smarty pants." she said. "But this one is special."

"Oh yes?" He asked.

"Yes, this is our third date, I think he really likes me." she smiled.

"Oh so this is who you went out with on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday?" He asked.

"No…" Roz mumbled.

Frasier was confused.

So you think this guy is the one yet you've been seeing other guys too?" he said.

Roz shrugged.

"Doesn't hurt to window shop." She said.

Frasier shook his head and laughed. They had reached the doors and they stepped out of the building.

"Well Roz I hope you have a lovely night. I'll see you on Monday." He said kindly.

"See you Frasier." she chirped happily.

They pulled their jackets further around them hiding from the cold Seattle air, going their separate ways on their journey home.

Xxxxxx

When Frasier got home he was greeted by the sight of his father and his health care provider, Daphne, sitting in the living area of his open plan apartment watching the television.

"Oh hey Frasier!" His dad, Martin, said.

"Hello Dr Crane." Daphne smiled.

"Dad, Daphne." He said, greeting them as he hung up his coat on the hooks opposite the window.

Daphne stood up as Martin turned off the television and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh." She said suddenly turning back to Frasier. "Dr Crane called, he told me to tell you he had managed to get a dinner reservation at that new resturant you've been going on about."

Frasier clapped his hands together.

"Oh good, did he say what time I had to meet him?"

"Seven."

"Looks like it's just gonna be me and you tonight for dinner Daph." Martin said.

"Well I 'ave made your favourite, Sheppard's pie!" She said into the kitchen to check on its progress in the oven.

Martin scrunched up his nose.

"How would I know if its my favourite? It all tastes the same the stuff she makes, Sheppard's pie…salad." He said to son.

Frasier laughed then looked at his watch.

"I had better getting ready." He said. "This is a new restaurant, I want to look cool."

Martin looked at the clock. It was six 'o' clock.

"Oh then you had better hurry cos that may take you a while!"