I walked into Charlie's office after his last class of the day. "How was your first day back?" I asked.

"Fine," he said, not even looking up at me.

"Charlie, what's wrong?"

"I got shot, Amita, that's what's wrong." He replied annoyed, finally looking up at me. I bit my lip and avoided his gaze. He crossed the room to where I was standing and yanked me into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm just stressed out and I had no right to take it out on you."

"No, it really is- "

"Stop saying it's your fault," Charlie begged her. "It's not your fault, alright."

"Ok."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say it's not your fault."

I sighed. "It's not my fault."

"That's my girl." He kissed the top of my head.

"What kind of kiss was that?" I teased. "I want a real kiss," I batted my eyelashes.

"Your wish is my command," he said before his lips came crashing down on mine. I sighed into his mouth. No matter how many times Charlie would kiss me, I don't think that I'll ever get tired of it. Not that I had much experience in the kissing department – I was the nerdy, Indian girl, remember? – but it was pretty obvious to me that Charlie was by far the best kisser out of any of the guys I'd kissed. Charlie's hands began to roam, causing shivers and goose bumps to form on my body everywhere he touched. Eventually, one hand docked itself on the small of my back, and they other one tangled in my hair. He used this position to his advantage, pulling me closer and slipping his tongue in-between my lips, licking every inch on my mouth. I removed the customary blazer he was wearing and my hands wandered to the bottom of his t-shirt. I slipped a hand underneath it, and ran my hands up and down his flat stomach – Charlie may be a math geek, but he's a math geek with an amazing body! "Amita…" he warned. "We're in my office."

"I know," I murmured against his lips.

"Anybody could come in at anytime."

"I know."

"We've gotta stop."

I sighed. "I know." Reluctantly I tore my lips away from his and laid my head down on his shoulder, not ready to remove myself from his arms. He respected this, and held me for a while, not that he had any objections to this.

There was a knock on the door, causing us to jump apart. "Charlie?" Don asked.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Come in, Don."

"Oh, hey Amita," Don said when he saw me. "I'm glad you're here. We got him!"

"Malcolm? You got him?" Charlie asked, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, we've got him in custody." Don smiled, "It took us forever, but we knew he'd screw up, eventually. LAPD caught him coming out of his cousin's house."

Charlie hugged me again and then he hugged Don. The smiles were wiped off of their faces when I spoke up. "I want to see him."

"You what?" Don asked, incredulous

"I want to talk to him. They never let me the first time he went to jail and there are some things that I want to say to him."

"Is that allowed?" Charlie asked Don.

Don hesitated, "I guess, I mean there's no rule that says you can't."

"You're not going, Amita." Charlie told me.

"You're not the boss of me, Charlie. I'm going whether you come with me or not." I said stubbornly.

"I don't want you to get hurt!" Charlie protested.

"How can he hurt me anymore, Charlie?" I asked through clenched teeth. "He already raped me! He already shot you! Really, what can he do to me with police officers monitoring his every move?"

Charlie sighed, "Fine. But I'm coming with you."

"I had every intention of asking you to." I said, still slightly annoyed.

"Let's go." Don said.

Charlie and I sat across from Malcolm, none of us saying anything. I stared into Malcolm's hateful green eyes, the memory of him raping me and seeing those bright green eyes over top of me flashing through my head. "So, Amita baby, what do you wanna say to me?" he said, leering.

"Don't talk to her like that." Charlie barked. He took my hand and squeezed it underneath the table.

"I want to say that the answer is no."

"What answer?" Malcolm asked.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I countered.

"No, I don't," he insisted, even though it was very obvious that he was lying.

"Let me refresh your memory," I said icily, "The night that you raped me, you said that 5 years from now I'll regret rejecting you because I'll be all alone and nobody will want me. The answer is no. I don't regret it, not one tiny bit. And you were wrong, I'm not all alone, I'm engaged. Charlie wants me."

"Well ain't that sweet?" Malcolm said, baring his yellow teeth.

"Yes, it is," I said, somehow keeping my cool. I stood up. "That's all I have to say to you."

Charlie and I were halfway to the door when Malcolm called, "Wait!"

I turned around. "What?"

"I'm sorry." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you're very sorry. That's why you tried to shoot me. Don't lose any sleep over it." With that, I left.

A/N So sorry it took so long to update. I got caught up with my CSI:NY fic "Family Problems." I'm done now, so my attention should be on this one. Reviews please!

xoxo

Lia