Authors Note: Another attempt at a Frasier/Roz fiction. Please review and let me know if you want it to continue or if I should scrap it and start over. Thanks

Chapter 1

"Hello, Dr. Crane?" A voice said amidst loud background noise, when the phone rang at the Elliot Bay Towers at 10:00 pm on a Friday night.

"Yes, what is it? " Frasier snapped, not appreciating having his latest attempt at composing a sonata interrupted.

"I'm sorry to bother you but this is Hank the bartender at The Red Rooster Bar on 12th street."

"Yes, so..." Frasier was still irritable.

"Look buddy, lose the attitude, I'm trying to be helpful here." The bartender growled.

"Fine fine, get on with it." Frasier backed off slightly to let the man finish.

"There's a lady here who's had way to much to drink and is becoming quite a nuisance. Now I could call the cops and have her towed away to the drunk tank, but I kinda felt sorry for her. She seemed like a fairly nice person, so I checked her purse and found your name and number as an emergency contact."

"I see, well I certainly don't know who you could be talking about, I don't know anyone that would frequent such a, pardon the expression, dump."

"Look buddy, I'm tired of your attitude. She wandered in off the street and started drinking. Her drivers license says she's Rozalind Doyle, if you aren't going to help then just hang up and I'll call the cops."

"I'll be there in a few minutes, could I get directions to your err... establishment." Frasier sighed.

What in the world could Roz be doing in this part of town? Frasier pondered as he drove into one of the seediest areas of Seattle. There were prostitutes hanging out on the corners and adult bookstores and theaters scattered on almost every corner. She may not frequent the ritzy establishments of the upper class, but this is definitely beneath her usual hangouts. Frasier was becoming worried and drove a little faster towards his destination.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he entered the front door of The Red Rooster. The place was packed but it only took him a second to see Roz who was dancing provocatively in the center of the room with several approving stares and wolf whistles from nearby ruffians. Trying to act confident he walked through the crowd of burly men who were guzzling their beers. "Roz, don't you think we should go now?" He said calmly as he reached out to take her elbow.

"No, I wanna stay..." Roz slurred as she pulled away from him, obviously very drunk.

"Roz, you've had too much to drink, now let me take you home." Frasier was insistent.

"No, I wanna dance," Roz slurred again, weaving towards a tall bearded man who looked like he might be a pro wrestler.

"OK, then dance with me" Frasier quickly grabbed her, putting his arms around her before she reached the other guy. Surprised as she didn't pull away but rather melted almost immediately against him, clinging to him for support. "Is something the matter Roz." Frasier tried vainly to find out what was going on as they lightly swayed to the music, or rather Roz swayed and he followed her movements, not quite used to this type of dancing and not quite used to having her pressed so tightly against him. This was very different than a friendly hug, he could tell she was being seductive, whether intentionally towards him or not he wasn't sure.