All the color drains from her cheeks.

"Jane?"

Jane doesn't answer, she just hands Maura the phone.

"Jane that was months ago," Maura points out.

"Obviously," Jane answers, in a daze.

Maura guides her towards the stool. "Have a seat," she instructs.

"I must have just forgotten to..."

"I don't think that you forgot," Maura disagrees.

"I'm not."

"Have you taken a test?"

"I have no reason to take a test."

"You don't?"

"Just do the test. I'm sure that I'm not."

"You're sure?"

"There is no way that I can be."

"Why don't we find out for sure?"

"Fine, but I'm not."

"You're convinced of that, because?"

"We are careful. Vigilant, even."

"What about the first time? Neither of you were thinking clearly."

"I... I don't remember. I assumed that we did. We always have since then."

"Maybe you didn't."

"I don't want to think about it. Just do whatever you have to do, and let me know when you find out."

"Ok," she agrees.

She opens the door, of her apartment. Barry steps inside. She closes the door behind him, but doesn't lock it.

"What are you wearing?" she questions.

"You keep telling me that I'm overdressed. You called me, so I just assumed that..."

"Did you just come from the gym?" she questions.

He looks down at his grey t-shirt, navy blue shorts, socks, and athletic sandals.

"No," he shakes his head.

"Have a seat," she points to the couch.

"That bad?"

"Just sit," she insists.

"What's wrong?" he questions as he slumps onto the couch.

"Nothing."

"Then what's with the face?"

"You came over for sex?"

"Isn't that why you called me over here?"

"No," she shakes her head, taking a seat on the edge of her coffee table.

"Why are you still wearing your work clothes?" he wonders.

"I haven't had time to change. I just got home."

"Why did you call?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About this."

"What about it?"

"It isn't going to work."

"It has worked fine up until now. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I just don't think that it's a good idea. I don't think that we thought it through."

"Jane, is something wrong?"

"I just don't want to do this anymore."

"Why not? What is going on?"

"I don't have to have a reason," she snips.

"But you do. You have a reason for doing everything."

"I don't want things to get complicated."

"Complicated? Complicated how? It isn't as if either of us have any expectations from this, except sex."

"That isn't what I meant."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to get into a messy situation, because we weren't careful."

"You don't want to get caught? Is that it? You're afraid that someone will catch us?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"What are you afraid of, then?"

"What would you say, if I told you that I'm pregnant?"

"Are you?"

"Answer my question, then I'll answer yours," she counters.

"I don't know," he admits, "What should I say? Are you?"

"I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"But you thought that you were?"

"No, Maura thought that I was."

"But you're not?"

"No, I'm not."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Why are you bringing it up, then?"

"Because I could have been. And if I had been..." she trails off.

"And if you had been?"

"Things would be way too complicated. What would happen if I were? I mean we're partners, and it would be a complete mess. Neither of us are ready for that sort of responsibility."

"No, we're not."

"So then we're done."

"Jane, can I say something?"

"Yes," she nods.

"For the record, I am glad that you're not, neither of us are ready to be parents. That having been said, we would have dealt with it, however you saw fit, if you were. I know that this is supposed to be string free, but I don't walk away from my responsibilities."

"I know that."

"Also, I'm glad to know that you would tell me, if you were."

"Like I said, things could get really complicated. I don't think that either of us thought about the potential consequences. We were too busy thinking about hormones."

"It was great, while it lasted."

"But you're my partner. We crossed a line."

"So now we uncross it?" he questions.

"We just go back to being partners, can you handle that?"

"Yeah."