(Daphne's POV)

Daphne rushed into Café Nervosa, eager to see her boss and wish him well. She didn't condone fighting, but when it came to that twit Derek Mann, she was all for it. Who did he think he was, insulting Dr. Crane in front of the entire city of Seattle, even if was only by way of the newspaper and radio? And now he'd challenged Dr. Crane to a fist fight that her boss had reluctantly agreed to.

"Good luck with the fight, Dr. Crane." She said with a smile.

He returned her smile, indicating how nervous he really was. But, in typical fashion, he remained strong. "Well, thank you Daphne. I appreciate that. Um… any… psychic predictions on the outcome?"

She should have been flattered that he was finally starting to acknowledge the fact that she did have powers, but she kept it to herself. "Don't worry, Dr. Crane. I'm frequently wrong about these things."

"Look!" Niles said as he pointed to the window. "There he is! I recognize him from the paper! That's Derek Mann!"

Daphne's eyes widened. "That's Derek Mann? He's huge!"

Now Daphne was beginning to worry, but she wasn't about to let it show. She just prayed that her vision had been wrong.

"Fras, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Martin asked.

"Yes, Dad. I'm sure." Frasier replied. "Derek Mann has messed with me for the last time!"

"Good! Now you'll be fine." Martin reassured him. "Just remember this is a street fight not a boxing match, so fight dirty and throw the first punch!"

"Well, wish me luck." Frasier said.

They watched as Frasier walked out of Café Nervosa and across the street to Kinsley Square where Derek Mann was waiting. A crowd had gathered both inside and outside waiting to see the fight between the radio psychiatrist and his arch enemy. It was sure to be an exciting one. Daphne had seen plenty of fights in her day, and even initiated a few, but now she was happy to cheer Frasier on. She was sure that he would win. He was strong and steadfast and-

The Mariachi band began to play (whomever heard of a mariachi band accompanying a street fight?), as Dr. Crane approached Derek Mann. Daphne could see Frasier trying to reason with Derek, but when the two men began moving around each other, she was suddenly terrified. Derek was much larger than Dr. Crane and could very well-

She tried to hide her fear but she just couldn't do it. Her chest ached and she turned away, crying quietly while Niles and Martin continued to watch the fight. And then she heard a siren.

Oh God…

"All right, Dad." Niles was saying. "I'll just get Frasier and we'll be on our-Daphne… what's wrong?"

She turned to him, embarrassed by the tears in her eyes. She shouldn't be crying like this. She was a strong person, but now…

"I-is it over?" She asked, her voice trembling.

Niles blinked in surprise. "Over? Well, actually-."

"He's hurt, isn't he? Oh God, I knew this would happen!" She cried. "I should have paid attention to me damn psychic visions, but I just hoped… Oh God, Dr. Crane! I'm so sorry!" when she began to sob, he took her into his arms. It felt so good to be held by someone, especially someone like Niles. He was the sweetest man she'd ever met and when his gentle hand moved up and down her back, she'd never felt so safe.

"It's all right, Daphne. Frasier's fine." He said softly.

"B-but the siren-."

"That was a police siren!" Martin said. "The cops broke up the fight before it even started!"

Daphne pulled out of Niles' arms and stared at him in disbelief. The relief she felt at that moment was immeasurable. "You mean he's…"

"He's fine." Martin said with a smile. "And I don't think Derek Mann will be bothering him anymore."

"Oh my God…" Daphne said, throwing herself into Niles' arms once more. "I thought… I was so worried!"

"I know…" Niles said soothingly, holding her even closer.

When she drew back once more, she couldn't help but stare at his lips. They looked so soft and she wanted so much to kiss him. But he was married. It was wrong to think such things. Perhaps in the future she'd be able to kiss him, the way she wanted so much to kiss him. Things changed and if her visions were correct…

She shrugged off the thought, willing the vision away. She'd been reading too many romance novels lately and it definitely had an impact on her signals, which were always getting crossed. Instead she simply relished the contentment of being in his arms, even if it was just for a little while. It was enough…

For now, anyway.