Maura looks over at Jane, who is standing in her morgue. She shakes her head, and tries to focus on her work.

"What, Maura? What's on your mind?"

"You've been awfully chipper lately."

"I can't be chipper?"

"No, you can't."

"What is your point, Maura?"

"How long do you really expect all of this to last?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Frost."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do."

"What are you referring to?"

"How long have you two been having sex?"

"That is not any of your business."

"About eight weeks?"

"Is there a point?"

"It's a bad idea."

"Nothing is going to happen."

"You don't know that. Someone could find out."

"You already know."

"I am not going to tell anyone. What if Frost tells someone?"

"That's not going to happen."

"What if someone finds out?"

"Like who?"

"Your mother. What if she walks in on you? What is she going to say?"

"She's not going to walk in on us."

"How do you know? She's notorious for that."

"She would have to barge into my place in the middle of the night."

"You put that past her?"

"No, it's just highly unlikely."

"What if something happens?"

"Have you been tested?"

"For what?"

"Venereal diseases."

"Gees, Maura. I don't have any."

"What if Frost does?"

"He would have told me by now, don't you think?"

"It couldn't hurt to ask."

"I am not going to insult him."

"That isn't insulting."

"That isn't something that he would forget to tell me."

"Are you sure?"

"Maura, don't be ridiculous."

"Ok, what if you forget to use protection?"

"Forget? That isn't going to happen."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"What if a condom breaks?"

"Why are you so convinced that this is going to end badly?"

"I just have a feeling."

"A feeling?"

"The odds are not in your favor."

"We are both responsible adults, who know what we're doing."

"What if you got pregnant?"

"Got pregnant? That isn't going to happen."

"I'm just asking a hypothetical. What would you do, if you did?"

"Why would you even ask something like that? It's just like wishing bad mojo on me."

"It's a legitimate question."

"No it's not, because it's not going to happen."

Maura cocks her head, "Actually..."

"Actually, what?"

"Are you sure that you're not pregnant?"

"Did we just go from what if I was, to am I?"

"Yes, that is correct," she nods.

"I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm sure. I think I would know, if I wer."

"Maybe not."

"Why are you asking?"

"You just have a glow."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"If I do, which I don't, it's not from being pregnant."

"You can never be too sure."

"What do you want me to do? Would you like me to let you draw blood, so I can prove to you, that I'm not, and that you're crazy."

"Yes," she nods, moving towards a cabinet.

"Whoa, hang on a second. I didn't give you permission."

"What would it hurt?"

"Me."

"It doesn't hurt. It's just a little needle."

"That isn't the point."

"Please?"

"Why are you so insistent?"

"You've been awfully tired lately."

"I don't have time to get much sleep."

"And one minute you're chipper, and the next you're crabby, and.."

"No."

"Ok, I'll make you a deal."

"What's that?"

"Tell me when your last period was, and I'll leave you alone."

"Fine." Jane tries to think of the date in her head. She holds up her finger, "Hold on, a minute." She pulls out her phone.

"Well?" Maura stamps her foot.

Jane looks up from the phone.