This fanfiction starts during the "Look Before You Leap" episode of Frasier in season 3, episode 16.
Swinging in Armani
"That's it, I can't take it anymore. I'm leaving."
"Niles, you can't leave me now, I need you more than ever." Frasier begs.
"Oh, give it up. No one who's followed your little 'take a leap' philosophy has ended up even remotely better. I don't care what you're saying, I'm going to Maris."
"You will rue the day!"
"I don't care! Niles gotta have it!" Niles grabs his coat and leaves his brother's apartment, feeling frustrated and extremely 'in the mood'. Six months of abstinence has been just too much. Especially considering, he was married for three of those months. He didn't care how much he shouldn't; he was going back to Maris.
As he gets into his car, he looks over at the park where his dad normally takes Eddie for his walks. There was someone on the swing set; and to his surprise, it wasn't a child. It was a woman.
Without thinking, he gravitated towards her. Curious, how many adults use a swing set?
When he got close enough to make out her features, he was shocked. Firstly, her hair was unbelievably long and bizarrely dyed… blonde with asymmetrical black streaks. Second, she was the kind of pale women aspire to be; in all his life he had never seen someone quite so pale. She wore jeans, glasses, and a blue tank top, and had piercings on her nose and all up her ears.
The most bizarre part is that he couldn't keep his eyes off her. There was something about her looks and movements that enthralled him. She must have been the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
Suddenly, he didn't want Maris, he didn't want Daphne, he didn't want any woman… he wanted her.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking towards her, "Hello." She didn't respond. The he saw she had headphones in her ears. Looking at her, he sat on the swing next to her and attempted to swing as well.
Unfortunately, he hadn't used a swing since he was about 5; and when he went to kick off, his foot got caught and he face planted onto the sand. That got her attention.
"Hey," She pulls her headphones out, "Are you okay?" When she jumps off the swing, Niles sees she has an hourglass figure.
"Yes." He gets up and starts dusting off his clothes, very few times in his life, had he ever been so embarrassed.
"If I might, why on earth are you swinging with a suit and leather shoes on?"
"My swinging was not premeditated, so hence I couldn't have dressed appropriately. This is the first time since I was five."
"You forgot how to swing? I thought that was kind of like... riding a bike."
"It's been awhile since I used a bike as well."
"Well, you've got me beat, I never learned past training wheels in the first place." She smiles.
"And you made fun of my failure to swing properly." He laughs.
"There's a whole in your pants, by the way." She points at his left knee.
"Damn, these were Armani."
"Wait, not only did you swing in a suit, you swung in an Armani suit; what are you, a billionaire?" She laughs at him.
"How did we get from you never using a bike, to my Armani suit?"
She shrugs, "I tend to jump around a lot during conversation. Besides, I'd noticed it right away."
"A hole in my suit, how mortifying!"
"Do you live around here? Can't you go home and get a new suit?"
"Actually my brother Frasier does. Just over in that building." He points.
"Nice building." They walk towards it, "So, where does Mr. Armani live?"
"It's Niles, and I live in the Montana."
"It's Niles?"
"Yes."
"Well, Niles. I have an appt in an hour." She waves, "I've got to go now, bye." She turns to walk away.
"Wait!" Niles calls out.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go for dinner sometime?"
"Dinner?" This didn't happen to her often, usually the men who ask her out are ugly or unkempt, Niles was kind of... cute!
"Yes."
"You do realize, you don't know my name, or anything about me."
"I know that you like swinging, are funny and that I am very attracted to you."
Something in his face made her decide to say yes, "Sure. But, since we are strangers, I'll bring myself, and you can drive yourself."
"How about we meet at George's Restaurant, Friday at 9."
"Can we make it six?"
"Commitments?"
"Well, sort of." She looked down for a second, and bit her lip. Then she smiled, "See you then, Niles." She turns and starts to walk away.
"Oh, one more thing, miss."
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Jasmine." .