Maura was finishing with her autopsy when Jane came in. She was clearly irritated. She was violently stirring her coffee. Maura ignores her presence. She finishes what she's doing, and returns the body to cold storage. Jane stands next to the desk, waiting on her. Maura discards her gown, and cap into a biohazard bin. She slide onto a stool next to where Jane is standing. Jane's foot taps the concreted floor relentlessly.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be ok?" Jane answers quickly.
"You just seem upset."
"No, why would you think that?"
"You're fidgeting, and earlier I thought that you were going to cause a tidal wave in your coffee."
"Sorry."
"Do we have a case?"
"I can't just come visit?"
"You can, it is getting close to lunchtime."
"I'm not hungry."
"Jane Rizzoli, not hungry? There's got to be a problem."
Jane tosses her cup into a trash can, avoiding Maura's question.
"Jane spill. What's bothering you."
"Nothing. I just don't feel very good."
"So go home."
"I can't."
"Afraid to admit defeat?"
"No."
"You don't need to make us all sick."
"I..."
"Jane you are tightly wound today, what is going on?"
"I feel sick, that's all."
"Go home and get some rest."
"I tried."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fix me. You're a doctor."
"A pathologist," Maura reminds her.
"Can't you..."
"You don't look sick. Jane please tell me what's really going on."
"I think that I have the flu."
"Ok, Barry Frost," Maura comments.
"I'm serious," Jane whines.
"Why do you think that you have the flu?"
"I just feel sick."
"Muscle aches?"
"No."
"Fatigue."
"Yes."
"Fever?"
"No."
"Jane you're probably just tired, go home and take a nap. Drink some tea. Relax, and you'll feel as good as new."
"I don't think it's going to work. I feel nauseous."
"You think you have the stomach flu?"
"I hope that's what it is," Jane comments under her breath, hoping that Maura doesn't hear her.
Maura does hear her comment. She steps away from Jane without a word. She wanders over to a cabinet, and pulls out a couple of things. When Jane looks up she finds Maura holding a needle.
"What are you doing?"
Maura doesn't respond. She simply ties a band around Jane's arm. A vein pops up, and without any warning she pops the needle into it. Jane looks at her furiously. Maura collects a vial of blood, and places a 4x4 on the insertion site. After applying gentle pressure for a moment she slaps a bandage over the 4x4. Jane stares at her in shock. Maura tosses the gloves in the trash, and the needle into the sharps container.
"Is there a reason that you just attacked me like a vampire?"
Maura scrawls on the outside of the tube.
"Is there a reason that you think you don't have the flu?" Maura counters.
"You heard that?"
"I'm going to drop this off to the lab."
"Did..."
"I labeled it Jane Doe, with a bogus case number," she responds.
Jane follows her down the hall. At the end of the journey Maura drops the blood off to the lab, and then they head to the elevator. The doors close behind them.
"Jane..."
"Huh?"
"How long?"
"How long what?"
"Have you suspected that you might be pregnant?"
"I never said that I did."
"You didn't have to."
"A couple of weeks," Jane admits.
"You haven't taken a test?"
"No. I'm not ready to deal with reality."
"Which is?"
"If I am, my life is going to become a hell of a lot more complicated."
"You'll be fine."
"You don't understand."
"So explain it."
"If I am, and if I decide to... well then... I'm screwed."
"Why? Are you afraid to do it on your own?"
"No."
"So why do you look so terrified."
"Maura I made a really, really, big mistake."
"It can't be that bad."
"Yes it can."
"I'm sure that it's not as bad as you think."
"No, it's worse.""How?"
"I had a few too many drinks..."
"We've all been there."
"No, we haven't."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't believe that I could have been so stupid. What was I thinking? I wasn't. This is going to be a mess."
"Jane calm down, what happened?"
"You don't know who I slept with."
"So tell me. Wait, do you know?"
"Yeah, unfortunately."
"Who?"
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you."