After Mason sends Irene on her way, with the generous offer to take the next morning off, Mason, still dressed in his gray three-piece suit and tie, picks up the phone and dials. "Well, good evening...yes, I know what the hour is." Mason gets up, dragging the phone with him as he lights candles. "I've been telling time for years, Julia." Julia, though not heard, apparently asks why Mason is calling. "Because I need to see you in my office right away. I, uh, I've been looking over your notes for the...uh...Doyle case. I've never seen anything more slipshod." Julia apparently resists. "Well, if you don't come, then you can hear what I have to say at the press conference I'm gonna hold tomorrow morning." Julia agrees to see Mason. "Yeah, I thought so. Good. I'll see you shortly then."

Next scene: Julia, her hair loose and dressed in a black dress, storms into Mason's office, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Mason responds.

"Right on time and irate as expected." Mason hands Julia a glass of champagne. "Happy Belated New Year, Julia." Mason clinks his glass against Julia's, asking, "Do you still wanna roast me?"

Julia stares wide-eyed at Mason and takes a sip of champagne. She is obviously surprised...and a bit nervous. Mason awaits her response, a pleased look on his face. Finally, she speaks. "I don't know what to say."

Mason laughs. "That's a first."

Julia smiles a bit shyly, then glances around. "Wh..When did you plan all this?"

Mason is smiling, a little. "After our little visit this morning. It occurred to me that New Year's can be whenever we want to make it. I mean, the Chinese have theirs. Even Einstein agreed with me that time is relative."

Julia is a bit less shy. She smiles and teases Mason, and says, "Einstein agree with you? I hope our child doesn't inherit your ego."

Taking the champagne flute from Julia's hand, Mason places both glasses on his desk. "Speaking of our offspring, should we have an event to look forward to in 1987, I thought a little celebration was in order." Mason turns on the radio, and "Let's Slow Dance" plays. "What would New Year's be without a little music?"

Julia shakes her head a bit. "What was I thinking when I picked you?"

Mason and Julia step closer together. "Chalk it up to a flash of genius." Mason takes Julia's hand, pulling her into his arms. Both gaze into the other's eyes. "May I have this fertility dance, Ms. Wainwright?" As the music plays, Mason's face is close to Julia's hair, and he continues, "I promise you, I'm not gonna rest until you're properly pregnant." As they dance, Julia is seen, smiling. Her head is almost resting on Mason's shoulder.

Julia, a smile in her voice, responds. "If that's all you wanted, you could've just come to my place." Mason is seen, also smiling. "And miss the look on your face as you walked through the door? Not on your life."

Mason pulls back from dancing, to look into Julia's face. They share a kiss. He then stares at her intently. "This is our night, Julia. Something about it feels special."

Mason kisses Julia again, desire in his eyes. He breaks out of Julia's embrace and pulls down the blinds on the door. Julia, meanwhile, laughs a bit nervously. "I think it's the expensive champagne."

Mason comes back to Julia and takes her hand, where he leads her to the couch, where they stand close together. "Did you know that if our son is conceived in this office, that by the time he's twenty-one, he will become District Attorney? It's in the city charter." Mason pulls Julia back to him, where they begin to dance again.

Julia looks deeply into Mason's eyes, their lips close. "And what if she wants to follow in her brilliant mother's footsteps and go into private practice?"

In response, Mason kisses Julia passionately. "Fortunately, everything I've ordered will keep." Mason tells Julia; he then proceeds to kiss the side of her neck, distracting Julia. She manages to reply, albeit a bit breathlessly, "I...I'm not very hungry."

"Business first, then." Mason responds. He and Julia go toward the couch and sit, the recline, as they kiss passionately. They seem lost in each other...until Julia spies a painting of George Washington. She pauses.

Mason becomes aware of Julia's sudden lack of enthusiasm. "What is it?" he asks, confused.

Julia's eyes dart self-consciously toward the painting above Mason's head. "I feel like we're being watched."

Mason looks at the painting and back to Julia. "He is the father of our country. He'll understand." Mason reassures Julia.

"If you say so," Julia replies.

Mason counters with, "I definitely say so." With that, they start kissing again, once more concentrating on each other. That is, until spies the painting again and begins giggling. "Mason, my grandfather looks just like George Washington!"

As Mason looks at Julia, to the painting, then back to Julia, he moves away from her for a moment to stand on the couch. He reaches for a red blanket as he does so. "Sorry, George. But you're killing the mood!"

Mason covers the intrusive painting and goes back to Julia, who begins to kiss Mason. Both get so caught up in the moment that neither of them notices when the red blanket falls off of the painting, leaving George to stare at the goings-on again.