Niles came home weary, tired and hungry. It was New Year's Eve, a day when he wouldn't have normally gone into work but he made an exception for Mr. Peterson.

In their previous sessions (ten of them to be exact), the small, dark-haired man was reserved, quiet and seemed almost afraid. It was a common scenario; the fear that patients had for their psychiatrists, but Niles did everything in his power to remain calm and reassuring.

"It's true, Mr. Peterson that I am your therapist." Niles began. "But I'd also like for you to think of me as a friend. My door is always open."

But when his words seemed to carry no weight, Niles realized that he'd almost run out of options. However, there was one more thing he could do, even if it was against his better judgment. He reached out and laid his hand gently on Mr. Peterson's forearm, pleased that his patient did not flinch at his touch.

"Mr. Peterson, I meant what I said. My door is always open. And my phone is always available"

He stood and went to his desk, returning with one of his tiny business cards in hand; the card that was covered in three shades of blue.

"It will make you stand out." Daphne had told him.

Frasier, as Niles had anticipated, had scoffed at the notation. "That's ridiculous, Niles. Business cards should be white; White with black lettering; Times New Roman font. Nothing less is acceptable in the field of Psychiatry!"

Daphne seemed hurt by Frasier's dismissal of her suggestion, but she simply smiled half-heartedly. "Perhaps you're right, Dr. Crane."

Frasier, of course, smiled in satisfaction while Niles simply grumbled. His older brother had, in fact, won again.

Or had he?

Niles had immediately home home and placed an order for new business cards (one- thousand of them, to be exact.), smiling as he did so. The background was a swirl of blue in four different shades; Cobalt, Royal, Azure and Lapis. His name was emblazoned on the front in black letters (Comic Sans MS, just as Daphne had suggested) along with the phone numbers to his office and his home. It was a bit risky, putting his home phone on his business card for all to see, but he wanted to make sure that his patients' knew that he was there for them, no matter what.

When he'd proudly given one to Daphne, she'd gasped and smiled, hugging him tightly as though he'd presented her with two dozen blue roses.

"You did it, Dr. Crane!" She exclaimed, staring at the card in awe. "These are absolutely beautiful! They're even more beautiful than I imagined!" And then she paused, her worried gaze moving toward his face. "Oh, I didn't mean-I know that having beautiful business cards weren't really your intention, but they really are-."

He smiled and took her hand; a gesture that he wouldn't have had the courage to make just weeks before. But at that moment, it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Thank you, Daphne. It was a wonderful suggestion. And it meant the world to me."

She hugged him tightly, surprising him, but he didn't hesitate to hug her back. "That's sweet of you to say, Dr. Crane. You're such a good friend."