A/N: This is dedicated to Jenn (Veggie) who inadvertently gave me the title in a letter and whose constant friendship and support is greatly appreciated! *hugs* "Stolen Moments" is a sequel to my story "Better than Romeo And Juliet", which in turn was a sequel to Kristen 3's "Daphne's First Opera.

She couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard she tried. Nor did she want to.

Suddenly her whole world seemed brighter and more alive. And she was happier than she'd ever dreamed because of it; because of him. Who knew that one simple date would turn out to be something so magical, or fill her with such love?

But there was no denying who was responsible for her happiness...

Niles.

Just the thought of him made her feel like melting through the floor; something that no one else had done.

Absently she stirred the scrambled eggs, content to think about the man she loved.

"DAPHNE!"

The harsh voice startled her so badly that she nearly dropped the spatula she was holding. And at that moment, she was jolted back into reality.

With a scowl on her face, she tossed the spatula into the skillet and stormed out of the kitchen into the living room.

"Daphne, did you hear me?" Martin was yelling.

"Of course I heard you, Old Man!" Daphne yelled back. "In fact, I think all of Seattle heard you!"

"Well, how long does it take for a man to get breakfast around here? I'm starving!"

"Just hold your horses, I'm not finished yet!"

"Hurry up!"

Daphne returned to the kitchen and grabbed a plate from the cabinet, making sure to slam the door closed. She scraped the eggs onto the plate giving Martin a much larger portion than he deserved, and then added a piece of toast.

"Daphne!"

Her hand shook as she carried the plate into the living room, stopping to drop a piece of toast into Eddie's mouth.

"Here!" she yelled, shoving the plate in front of Martin. "I hope you're happy now!"

"Because I am..." She said silently. "I'm happier than I ever dreamed."

"What's this?"

"It's breakfast!"

Martin raised his head to look at her and then returned his attention to the plate in front of him.

"Well, I can see that."

"Then what's the problem?"

He surveyed the plate carefully. "Well, for starters, you've got scrambled eggs, bacon and toast here."

Daphne shrugged. "And your point is?"

"I can't have any of this stuff! What happened to my bran muffins and bran cereal?"

Tears filled her eyes. "If you don't like it, don't eat it!"

Martin's frown slowly turned into a smile. "Well, since you went to all of this trouble... I guess I could eat a little. I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Oh sure, now you compliment me cooking!" Daphne yelled. "What about all the other times I've cooked for you?"

"Dear God, what is going on in here?" Frasier asked as he entered the living room. "I can hear you two all the way down the hallway!"

"I'm just trying to serve your father his bloody breakfast!" Daphne yelled.

"The hell you are!" Martin yelled back. "You're trying to kill me!"

Daphne's mouth fell open. "How can you say such a thing?"

"The last time I asked for a breakfast like this, you yelled at me for so long that I missed the beginning of Antiques Roadshow!"

To Martin's surprise, Daphne burst into tears.

"I-I know... And I'm sorry... I just... I love you so much and I wanted to make you happy!"

As she hugged him and kissed his cheek, he patted her back in a slow, awkward motion.

"Oh geez, Daphne come on now, don't cry. I appreciate it! I really do! I'm just not used to this sort of treatment."

She pulled out of his arms and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

"Now don't think you're going to eat like this every day, Old Man!"

Frasier rolled his eyes. "I certainly hope not!"

"Oh, I almost forgot about your breakfast, Dr. Crane! I'll be right back!"

As she ran into the kitchen, Daphne could hear Martin and Frasier talking in the living room.

"What's with her?"

"I don't know Dad, but she's certainly acting strange."

Her heart racing, Daphne peered into the living room. "I am not strange! I just..."

"Miss Niles so much it hurts"... she finished silently.

"Daphne, are you all right?" Frasier asked.

"I-I'm fine." She lied. "I'm sorry I got so cross with you." "

"That's all right, isn't it Dad?"

"No, it's not!" Martin said as he stuffed a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"But this breakfast is tolerable at least."

Daphne gasped. "Oh, sod, your breakfast! I'll get it for you right away, Dr. Crane!"

As she returned to the kitchen and began arranging Frasier's breakfast on his plate, her thoughts returned to the man she loved so much.

Her heart pounded in her chest, thinking of him. She missed him terribly. And then she had a thought. Forcing a smile onto her face, she carried the plate into the living room and sat it down

"Here you are, Dr. Crane." She paused, suddenly afraid to ask the question. "Will your brother be joining us?"

"I don't think so, Daphne." Frasier replied.

Daphne's heart sank.

"Something wrong?"

She looked up quickly.

"No... I..."

"I-I just wanted to make sure that I had enough food... I-in case he did come."

Martin winked at Frasier. "Watch this...Um... Daphne, you know it's not good to waste food, so how about giving me a little more? Bacon and eggs if you don't mind."

"Right away, Mr. Crane." Daphne said, ignoring the Crane men's stunned glances.

With a smile on her face, she grabbed Martin's plate and filled it to the rim with bacon and eggs, much to his delight.

To say anything might give away her secret. Hers and Niles'.

To think that she shared something with Niles of which his brother and father were completely unaware of warmed her heart.

But it also made her miss Niles more than she thought possible.