A/N: I can hardly believe it, but this is officially my 200th Frasier story! I never dreamed I would end up writing SO many stories for this wonderful show and I could never have done this without the love, support and encouragement from my readers! Thanks to everyone who has read and commented on my stories, for I sincerely appreciate the feedback! I owe a tremendous thanks to Kristen for inadvertently giving me an idea for my first "Frasier" story, a crossover of "Seinfeld". I had only seen five episodes of "Frasier" when I wrote that story and her help was invaluable! I also wanted to give a huge thanks to Melinda who has been so supportive of my writing! I have a feeling that soon I'll be posting well over 300 Frasier stories, a feat that still seems incredible to me!

As they entered Logan International Airport, Frasier looked around in awe. "Oh, I love returning to Boston! There's just something in the air!"

Niles scowled at his brother in disgust. "Perhaps it's the toxic gas spewing from your gigantic mouth!"

Frasier rolled his eyes. "For God's sake Niles will you just get over it? I didn't mention your name!"

"Oh, no, you just said it was someone with whom you shared a bunk bed who is now a psychiatrist! I'd say that narrows it down to... let's see... ME!"

"Niles, please! No one even noticed! And besides, there are very few people in Seattle who know you're my brother, so please let it go!"

Niles eyes widened and he turned to Daphne. "Did he really say what I think he said?"

"I'm afraid so, Niles but I still don't know what you're talking ab-."

Niles sighed and took her hand. "Never mind, Daphne. It's not important. Now, let's... hurry and get to our hotel. I wouldn't even be here if you hadn't wanted to see Boston."

"I do, so why don't you make up with your brother about whatever it is he said to embarrass you. Niles, I wish you'd tell me what this is all about!"

"It's not important." Niles said again.

"The way you're carrying on, it certainly sounds important. Now what is it?"

"Aw come on Niles, it's not the end of the world! So your brother told all of Seattle a secret! What in the hell do you care?"

"Thank you, Dad." Frasier said, smiling at his father. "Now that everything is settled I'm really looking foreword to Cliff's retirement party and seeing the old gang again! And of course there's my speech at the banquet tomorrow night!"

"Yeah, about that..." Niles said. "You can forget about me introducing that speech, because it's simply not going to happen! Come on, Daphne, let's go!"

"Niles, be reasonable!" Frasier said, hurrying to catch up with them. "This has gone on far too long!"

"I agree." Daphne said. "And I still don't know what you're talking about!"

"I can't believe you didn't tell Daphne a long time ago." Frasier said.

Niles swallowed hard, the painful memory returning. "Because... I... Look, you're right. I should just forget about it and I'm sorry for getting so angry. I just..."

"Well, never mind that now. Let's just get a cab and go to the hotel. I'm dying to try one of those famous Boston lobsters."

Niles smiled at his wife. "No, it's Maine that's famous for lobster, Sweetheart. Boston is famous for beans."

Daphne looked at him, incredulous. "Beans? What kind of a city brags about bloody beans?"

When they reached Ground Transportation, Niles hailed a cab and just as Frasier was about to climb inside, Niles cleared his throat. "Um... You and Dad take the next one, Frasier. I'm going to... show Daphne around a bit before we get to the hotel."

Frasier's eyebrows rose. "I see what you're doing."

"What? What am I doing?"

"You're being a damn fool, Niles! That's what you're doing!" Martin said. "Now let us in the damn cab!"

"Ah look, here comes anther one right now!" Niles said as he quickly opened the door of the nearest taxi and ushered Daphne inside. "See you at the hotel!"