Author's Note:I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing. Please don't sue! :) Thanks again to Leigh Ann (Pen name leighann415) for her feedback and ideas. Also a huge thanks to Andrea (Pen name iloveromance) for writing "The Nervosa Matchmaker," which helped inspire this story. Hope you like it, Andrea!

I can't believe I just did that, Niles Crane thought as he hung up the phone. He had just called a local florist and ordered a single long-stemmed rose to be delivered to his brother's apartment, along with a printed note. But, of course, they weren't for his brother. They were for Daphne, his father's physical therapist. Niles had been in love with her for four years now, ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. Now that he and his wife had begun divorce proceedings, Niles felt it was finally time to make his move. Incredibly, he hadn't even discussed his plan with his brother. Niles knew that Frasier would only try to talk him out of approaching Daphne. He had simply made up his mind once and for all.

Meanwhile, Daphne was at her wits' end. She'd just spent the last half-hour arguing with Mr. Crane over doing his exercises. These arguments occurred almost daily, but it seemed even more frustrating today. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that she and her boyfriend, Joe, had been having some problems, too. Daphne was anxious for Joe to make a commitment to her, but Joe had other ideas. Just when she was wondering how this day could possibly get any worse, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Daphne said. "And don't you try sneaking off in to the kitchen, old man!" As usual, Martin rolled his eyes. She was about to say something more when the bell rang again. "I'm coming. Hold your bloody horses!" she yelled to whoever was at the door. With a sigh, she walked to the door and opened it. To her surprise, a deliveryman was standing there. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm looking for a Miss Daphne Moon," said the man.

She managed a smile. "I'm Daphne Moon."

"Then these are for you," the man said, handing her a single rose and a card.

"Oh, I bet this is me boyfriend's way of apologizing for the row we had last night," Daphne said as she took them. All her anger and frustration had vanished entirely. She quickly took some money from her purse to tip the deliveryman. Only after he left did she examine the card that had come with the rose. "Well...this is certainly odd," Daphne remarked after reading the card.

"What's it say?" Martin asked, glad she was momentarily distracted from their argument. She handed him the card. Martin took it and saw that it said, Daphne - Meet me at Nervosa tomorrow at 3:00. I'll be waiting for you. Yours Truly, "Mr. Darcy." "What's this 'Mr. Darcy' thing supposed to mean?"

"Oh, it's a character in me favorite Jane Austen novel," Daphne replied.

Martin could tell by the look on her face and her slightly dreamy sigh that she thought this whole idea was terribly romantic. "You're not actually thinking of going, are you?" he asked.

"Of course I am," she replied. "I have to see who me mystery man is. Unless, of course, this really is Joe's way of apologizing."

Martin looked at her as if she were completely out of her mind. "You've got to be kidding me. This guy could be some kind of psycho, or a murderer for all you know!"

Daphne scoffed. "Oh, you're only saying that because you were with the police department. I know what I'm doing."

"Daphne, I'm serious. I've seen women end up dead over stuff like this!"

"That sort of thing only happens in the movies," Daphne said. "It's just a cup of coffee at Nervosa. What harm could it be?" She saw that Martin was about to offer another rebuttal. "Oh, give it a rest, old man. I know you're just stalling so you can avoid doing your exercises. Let's just get it over with."