Title: Five Versions of the Truth (and Nothing But the Truth)
Pairing: Frasier/Roz
Rating: T
Genre: Het
Cat: Humor, Romance
Spoilers: None (so far).
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sometimes it's more obvious to everyone but the people involved that two people are in love. And sometimes, they finally figure it out on their own.
Author's Note: So I have a beast of a story in the works, but needed to work on something shorter/happier & someone had mentioned the type of story where it's told from the POV of a person looking in on a couple and I was like, I need to do a story like that for Frasier. So this will be like a 5 things type of story, told from different characters' POVs, with one final chapter told in a 3rd person narrative. It takes place sometime mid-series, when Niles is still married to Maris, but it may skip ahead by the final chapters. Kinda nervous because I haven't written Daphne or Niles THAT much (Martin seems a bit easier to write), so I hope they work okay! As always, I hope you enjoy.

I have a secret to confess. Oh no, it's not me secret, but it does involve people I know, and I'm not even sure they know!

I think Dr. Crane and Roz are in love.

No, not that Dr. Crane! I don't think they even like each other, let alone love. I mean me boss Dr. Crane, of course. And I know what you're thinking – "But Daphne, how do you know? They're friends! Perhaps it's just friendship you're seeing." And yes, I agree, they are friends, but let me tell you something – I just know. And you know how I just know? Because I'm psychic. And me psychic senses are telling me there's more to their relationship than just simple friendship.

Let me give you an example. I accompanied Dr. Crane, Dr. Crane and Mr. Crane to one of those fancy-schmancy balls they're always having for the radio station or whatnot, and when Roz walked in – looking positively smashing, as always – Dr. Crane went from fretting over his tuxedo and the inferior champagne they were serving (his words, not mine – I wouldn't know a bad champagne if it came up to me and said, "Hello, Daphne, I'm a bland and cheap imitation of what should be a delight to my palate." And perhaps I would know it then, since it came right out and told me, but then again, maybe I would like a bland champagne! I know I didn't mind the champagne we had that night, but perhaps all the bubbles just went to me head, too.) and what was I saying?

Oh, right! So Roz waltzed in and I swear on me Great Granny Moon's grave, Dr. Crane immediately stopped his grumbling and mumbling and just stared at her. The other Dr. Crane was discussing something with Mr. Crane, so neither of them caught Dr. Crane's staring, but I saw it and was intrigued. Yes, Roz is an attractive woman and no, it wasn't a surprise that anyone, including Dr. Crane, would notice her that night, but this went beyond an admiring gaze. It was as though the love of his life had walked in, like a princess entering the royal court in a fairy tale. His eyes lit up and suddenly it was as though all his problems had disappeared.

Of course he still found enough things to complain about throughout the night, because he wouldn't be Dr. Crane if he wasn't moaning about something, but when it came to Roz, he was a perfect gentleman. And Roz, well, she wasn't entirely innocent in the matter, either.

When she came up to us, I hung back, pretending to be interested in whatever Dr. Crane and Mr. Crane were talking about, but secretly listening in on Dr. Crane and Roz's conversation. Dr. Crane greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and she returned the favor – nothing unusual about that, because they are quite affectionate with each other – and then told her she looked beautiful and I swear she blushed! If it were anyone else, I wouldn't think anything of it, but Roz? She lives for compliments, and I know I've heard Dr. Crane tell her the same thing countless times without getting that reaction.

Later that evening, I watched them dancing together, something else I've seen quite a lot over the years, and something just seemed different about them. Their eyes sparkled as they gazed at each other, they couldn't stop smiling, and they even seemed to be dancing closer than usual. At one point I had lost track of them, as Dr. Crane – Niles, that is – had asked me to dance, but I caught sight of them exiting the room together, Dr. Crane's hand resting on Roz's back. They were gone for some time, then when they returned, they both seemed flustered, and I noticed Dr. Crane's bow tie was askew.

It doesn't take a psychic to figure out what they had been doing.

I didn't get a chance to ask them what they had been doing, and I'm sure they would have denied it up and down if I had, which would have only confirmed me suspicions. And I know that sneaking off for a quick snog isn't exactly a confession of love, but their behavior that night, and since then, has convinced me that they do, indeed, love each other.

Mark me words, they will end up together at some point. I can feel it.