Maura is standing over a body, when Jane enters the room. Jane brings in two cups of coffee, and watches the doctor work.
"The cause of death is the bullet wound to the head, isn't it?"
"I am only in the preliminary stages..."
Jane cuts her off, "And you aren't comfortable jumping to that conclusion?"
"No, I am not."
"Why not? Did you see the back of her head? We scraped brain matter off the pavement, in the alley where we found her."
"Everything is not always as it appears."
"Are you ok?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You seem a little bit uneasy."
"I'm fine."
"Maura, what's going on?"
"Nothing," she shakes her head.
"You're not a good liar."
"Did you ever consider that maybe I am a good liar?"
"No," Jane answers quickly.
"Maybe I am so good, that I have just convinced you that I am not. Maybe it's all an act."
"Maybe you're full of shit."
"You don't know everything about me."
"Is this where you tell me you have a BS, in theater?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"What about this case has you so stirred up?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"You're a human lie detector."
"Just tell me," Jane insists.
"Just reminds me of something that I saw once."
"Do you think that it's related?"
"No, that would be impossible."
"So, it's stirring up old feelings?"
"Jane, I don't want to talk about it."
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"Maura, what's going on with you? You act as if you've seen a ghost."
"I don't believe in ghosts."
"I forgot, that you are always completely one hundred percent rational, no matter what the situation is," Jane huffs.
"I just want to solve this, that's all."
"We will."
"Quickly," Maura adds.
"Why does it matter?"
"I always want to resolve things quickly."
"You seem irritated, and anxious this time, though. What is different?"
"She served our country, she should have justice."
"I agree, but there is something about this, that is bothering you," Jane makes a valid point.
"I just told you what was bothering me.. Can you just leave it alone?"
"Fine," Jane nods.
Later, that evening, Jane heads down to Maura's office, to see if she wants to join her. She stops outside her door, when she hears Maura talking to someone.
"I'm sorry, I think that I misheard you. Can you repeat that? What happened? When? Of course. As soon as I can. Ok, bye," she hangs up.
Jane waits a few seconds, and then enters the room.
"Ready for some dinner?"
"I can't."
"Why not? Do you have work to do?"
"Always."
"You can take a break."
"Jane, I would love to, but I can't. I just got a call, that I have to go out of town, for a few days," Maura reveals.
"What for?"
"Family emergency," Maura responds, without thinking.
"Family emergency? You barely speak to your family."
"I have no choice, I have to go."
"Which family?" Jane inquires.
"Does it matter?"
"No. I was just wondering why do you look so guilty?"
"What are you talking about?"
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Shut the door," she insists.
Jane nods, and closes the door. Maura closes the door that is leads to autopsy, from her office. She points at the chair in front of her desk.
"Have a seat," she tells Jane, in a serious voice.
"What's going on?" Jane questions, standing in front of Maura, with her arms folded across her chest.
"Jane there are a lot of things that you don't know about me."
"I know everything about you."
"No you don't," Maura shakes her head.
"What don't I know?"
"I can't tell you."
"Then why did you have me close the door?"
"Because some conversations are private."
"You can tell me anything, I'm your best friend."
"I want to, but I just can't."
"Because?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," Jane insists.
"Just trust me," Maura begs.
"You can't just go out of town, all of a sudden, for a family emergency, and give me no further explanation. I am your best friend."
"You're right."
"So?" Jane gesticulates.
"It's not a family emergency. A professor, from college, whom I was very close with, passed away. I am going out of town, for her funeral."
"Oh. Why couldn't you just say that?"
"It's complicated," Maura admits.
"What about your life, isn't complicated?"
"It's all complicated," she exhales.
"How long will you be gone?"
"I'm not sure," Maura answers.
"There is more to this story, isn't there?"
"Yes," Maura confirms.
"It would help, to get it off your chest," Jane suggests.
"I don't think that you would believe me."
"You don't know that," Jane argues.
