Charlie and Amita stayed in the hallway for a minute watching Alan and Mildred (Millie) go on their first date. Trying to convince himself that it was highly unlikely, Charlie was still reeling from Amita's comment that Millie could be his step-mom one day. Amita, sensing Charlie was still a little uneasy, decided to change the subject.

"So," she started, looking at him from the corner of her eye, "That movie should take about 1 ½ to 2 hours right."

"Yeah," Charlie nodded, still looking at the door. Amita sighed and took Charlie's hand's and placed them on her waist. She then put her arms around his neck, focusing all of his attention on her. Getting the hint, he started to smile slowly forgetting all about Millie and his father.

"And since the case is solved and your dad's not cooking dinner, it's highly unlikely that Don will be stopping by, right?" she questioned.

"Right," he agreed with his voice getting more breathy. Amita smiled back and leaned into Charlie a bit.

"So we've got the house—"

"My house."

"Your house to ourselves for at least an hour in forty-five minutes. Whatever shall we do with ourselves?"

Charlie ran his hands up and down her back as he leaned in to kiss her, "Oh, we'll think of something."