I own nothing.

Well, I do own some things. Like that wallet I made out of duct tape. But I own no television shows.

"Hey Maur, you wanna-" Jane stopped in her tracks when greeted with a seemingly empty morgue. "Maura? Maura, are you here?"

She almost jumped out of her skin when her best friend popped up from behind a table suddenly.

"Here, sorry. Yes, Jane?"

Jane took a few steps forward, then halted again in shock. The usually stunning Dr. Isles looked a mess. Her hair was mussed up, her lab coat wrinkled, and she seemed to have a greenish complexion as well as dark circles under her eyes. Whatever she had initially come down here for was immediately forgotten.

"You look like you slept under an overpass."

"How are you still single?"

Jane might've chuckled at the turnabout if she wasn't so concerned for her friend.

"What happened? You didn't look this bad this morning." Though when she thought about it, Jane did recall Maura rushing off fairly quickly with her hand over her mouth this morning, but she hadn't really thought anything of it. She quickly walked over and placed a hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

Maura wanted to shrug it off, to play it down, so as to not worry the detective. But she saw the concern in her eyes and heard the gentleness in her voice and remembered everything she knew about Jane Rizzoli; she was helpful to a fault and would worry relentlessly until Maura let her in. Besides, she knew this was one person she could trust unconditionally.

"I've been a bit nauseous lately." She said simply, gazing down at the waste bin she'd been retching into when Jane arrived.

Jane immediately pulled Maura into an embrace, tracing circles comfortingly in the medical examiner's back. "Let's get you home. If you have a stomach bug the morgue is pretty much the last place you should be."

Maura raised her head from where it had rested sleepily on Jane's shoulder for a moment. "I initially thought it was a bug, but they usually don't last as long as this has."

"How long has this lasted?"

"About two weeks."

Suspicions were beginning to form in the back of Jane's mind. "When has the nausea been the worst?"

"Usually it's hardly perceptible except when the autopsy smells have become particularly… overwhelming. I've tried chewing minty gum, but it doesn't seem to help. And sometimes nausea will just randomly wash over me, like a minute ago. There also seem to be particular smells that set me off, like fish or certain cheeses." Maura paused and took in a breath before delivering the cincher. "And it's usually the worst when I first wake up. Most every morning."

Maura could see in Jane's eyes that she had a hypothesis that had all but been confirmed.

"I've been crazy tired as of late too. I've had occasional headaches, a persistent dull backache…"

Jane skipped to the big question, but wasn't quite sure how to word it. "When's the last time you… you know… female visitor…"

"Menstruated? I should've done so last week, though I did have some spotting."

The two women gazed at each other, at a loss for what to say. Jane thought 'Congratulations' might be inappropriate before she knew Maura's mindset. Maura had other concerns.

"Jane, does my breast tissue look swollen to you?"

"Wha- what?"

"They've been tender lately, and I thought they looked a bit puffier but-"

"Maura, that is… that question was… unexpected."

"I could've asked you to judge if my areolas seem darker than usual."

"Areolas?"

"The area around-"

Jane got the picture from where Maura was gesturing.

"Okay, I think I get what areolas are." Jane was blushing furiously by this point.

Suddenly Maura's stomach rumbled audibly.

"Can we finish this conversation over lunch?"

"I think that's why I came down here in the first place. Where to?"

"Do you think your mom could fix spaghetti? I really want marinara sauce right now for some reason."

Jane chuckled. "Sure."

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