Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters, or anything related.

A/N: This story is written by myself and Nerwen-Aldarion, whose stories you can find by clicking my favorite authors. I owe a big thanks to Nerwen for all the help with this story. Spoilers for all season and takes place in present time.

A Comedy of Errors

Roz knocked on the door softly, wondering silently if she should even be here but she needed to talk to someone, get advice about what had happened and this was the only place she trusted. The door opened to revel a lanky teenager.

"Hey David, can I come in?"

"Sure," David told her as he held the door opened and shut it softly behind her. "Mom, Aunt Roz is here." he yelled towards the kitchen before walking back towards his room and closing the door. Apparently that was enough talking for the teenager.

"Roz, what are you doing here?" Daphne asked as she came out of the kitchen "Did we have plans?"

"No, actually I was hoping to talk to Niles," Roz replied as she placed her stuff down. "Is he around, it's kinda important."

"He's in the study," Daphne replied as they walked towards the study just as Niles came out of the room in question.

"Oh, it's you," Niles said as he noticed Roz.

"I need your help," she told him.

"I'm not lying to anymore of your lovers or whatever flavor of week."

Ignoring the dig about her love life she pulled him aside "it's about Frasier."

Niles didn't seem any more interested in this bit of news but he still asked, "What about him?"

"You know I had a business trip to Chicago and I would drop in and say hello," she reminded him.

"Yes, and? Did you already sleep through the entire male population of the Windy City?"

"Niles," Daphne admonished him. "She didn't go there to sleep with anyone." She said in defense of her friend.

"Well…"Roz admitted, "I did think about it on the plane. There was this guy sitting next to me…"

"Stop! Twenty plus years of your attempted conquests is more than enough," Niles cut her off.

"Listen buster! I put up with your opera, French food and everything in between so shut up!"

"If you two are done, can you finish what you needed to say," Daphne asked, breaking up what was sure to be another long winded argument between Niles and Roz.

"Yes you are right, Daphne," Niles replied calmly, "Please, Roz, continue so that I can give you free advice on what not to do in the future and you can ignore it as usual."

Roz gave Niles another annoyed look but decided to tactfully continue her story. "Well, Frasier and I had a nice dinner together, a few drinks and just caught up on everything," she began to explain to him.

He was already fed up with this conversation and cut her off. "Roz, I've talked to Frasier and he's fine so whatever you are worried about can wait for another day."

"Niles, this is important."

"Give her a few minutes Niles, it's not like she slept with him," Daphne informed her husband, Roz turned her head away from them.

"Oh, for the love of god," Niles said as he looked at her. "Again, really?"

"It's not what you think."

"So you didn't sleep with him?"

"No, we slept together but it's not what you think," she told him as he rubbed his face in frustration.

"I'm going to regret this," Niles said, still rubbing his eyes, "but what happened?"

"Well, everything started off innocent."

"Isn't this how you start all your relationship stories?"

Two weeks prior.

Fraiser despised O'Hare airport, the traffic alone getting to the short term parking was god awful and the prices for parking were outrageous for just picking up someone. Yes, he could have drove around the terminal area waiting but he hadn't seen her in person in ages so for this one time he was okay parking. Parking in the first available spot he came upon, he turned off his car and checked his phone. The flight had been delayed and had just landed by the time he got to the parking lot area so he had more than enough time to get to baggage claim.

People all around him were hugging, either welcoming home loved ones or bidding them farewell before their trip. He hadn't been the airport since Fredrick had come to visit a few months prior. He had taken some time off from his programming job that he currently had, cracking his neck at the thought of all the money he spent putting him through school only to have his son become a programmer for video games. Shaking his thoughts away from his son he scanned the baggage claim area for the person he was there to greet.

They last time they had spoken in person was at his father's funeral. They talked once a week on the phone and sent emails out a few times a week when he wasn't having issues with figuring out his iPad that Fredrick had given him for Christmas a few years ago. More people filtered through the area and then his eyes locked on her, he waved his hand to get her attention and smiled. Moving through the crowd he stopped when they came close enough, without a hello he wrapped his arms around her. A sigh escaped his lips as he tighten his grip and whispered quietly, "I've missed you, Roz."

"How was your flight?" Fraiser asked as he pulled back but didn't let her go.

"Disastrous," Roz padded his upper arm with her hand. "The flight was late, as you know. The flight attendant spilled the water I request on me and they ran out of my liquor within an hour into the flight!"

Fraiser laughed and looped his arm around her waist as he steered her over to the baggage claim. "All I need to top it off is for them to have lost my luggage."

"Well then, we shouldn't be kept in suspense. And afterwards I can get you a drink," he smiled to her as they waited for the luggage to start coming down.

"After that flight I'm going to need more than one drink, Fras," she looked up at him, then grabbed the lapels of his jacket with both her hands. "It's been way too long since we've seen each other in person."

"There's my luggage," she pointed to a silver suitcase coming down the converter belt. Frasier only nodded and waited for it to come closer. "Fraiser, I should warn you it's heavy."

"I got it," he said as he'd lifted it and then grunted as he pulled it off the belt. "What do you have in here Roz?"

"Just the necessities," she replied as he gave her a look of doubt and reach to pull the handle up.

"The handle is broken," she told him quickly with an apologetic smile as he shrug his shoulders. "It broke on my last trip and I haven't been able to get out and get a new one."

"You could have ordered it online," he suggested.

"Didn't have time, I just got back two weeks ago and Alice was in town for a visit," she told him as they made their way out of the busy airport.

"How is she?"

"Typical collage student. Comes home to have her laundry done and get food but hasn't talked to me except for a few words."

"What was she majoring in again?"

"I don't know! She changed her major again to…hell I don't even know what it is. She said she is trying to find herself, sound familiar?"

"Like mother like daughter," he replied with a smile as they crossed the busy street towards the parking garage area.

"At least Freddie majored in something," she reminded him as they reached his car.

"Yes, he programs video games. Eight years at Harvard with the best professors and he decides to program sports video games," he unlocked the car as Roz laughed.

"It could have been worse." She told him as she put her seatbelt on. Frasier looked at her waiting for her to continuing.

"He could be living with you and have no job," she pointed out with a smirk.

"As long as he doesn't have a dog then I'm fine with it," he told her as he started the car, opera music filled the car as he started to back out.

"So where are we going for drinks?"

"Boire," he said as he came to a stop at the booth. "A nice little French café that serves these cute little…eight dollars for parking!"

"Frasier," Roz warned him softly as she remember Niles telling her about the parking fee incident.

"We were here less than thirty minutes! How can they charge eight dollars!" He was going off on his rant, Roz reached into her purse and pulled out her credit card, unlocked her seat belt and reached across Frasier to place the card into the machine. Frasier stopped his rant as he noticed how close Roz was to him, her hand resting very closely to his groin. She finally pulled her card out of the machine and sat back down in her seat.

"Go," she told him as she waved for him to move the car forward. She placed her seat belt back on as Frasier pulled out of the parking garage. "You owe me ten dollars."

"Parking was only eight!"

"Consider it a wimp fee," she smiled at him, their usual banter continued as he drove away from the airport.

To Be Continued…