"How do you want this to turn out? What exactly do you expect to happen, here?"

Jane looks at her blankly. She shrugs, "To be honest, I don't know."

"Jane, I don't think that you need to know."

"I need to know."

"Do you? Is there anything that you can do? You can't change the past , and you don't control the future."

"Maura, just read the damn results!"

"Do I have to?"

"I am asking you to."

"Do you really need me to tell you, what you already know?"

"She's mine?"

Maura just nods. Before Jane can react, her phone is ringing. She glances at the caller id, and pulls the phone to her ear.

"Yeah, Frost, what do you need? Ok, I'll be right up."

Jane slips the phone back into her pocket. She pushes out the chair that she's sitting in, and she stands up. She leaves the room, without another word. She heads to the elevator. When she reaches the squad room she finds Frost attempting to calm Abbie.

"Frost what did you do to her? I left you alone, for five minutes, and she's crying?"

"I didn't do anything to her."

"What happened?" Jane asks, over the wails.

"James Gabriel walked in, and she started freaking out," he informs her.

She watches Frost, in silence, for a moment. He holds the little girl, close to him. She clings to him. He pets her head.

"Shh! Abbie it's going to be alright."

Abbie continues to cry. Jane touches her back, with her hand.

"Come here, sweetie," she reaches for the girl. Abbie practically leaps into Jane's arms.

"Go, I'll take care of her," Jane tells Frost. He nods, and leaves the room.

Jane takes a seat, at her desk. Abbie sits on her lap. Her head rests on Jane's shoulder. Jane places the girl on her desk. Abbie reaches out for her.

"Abbie, I need you to tell me why you're crying? Why are you so upset?"

"Make him go away," Abbie replies.

"Who?"

"My daddy."

"Why would you want me to make him go away?"

"He was there."

"He was where?"

"I heard his voice."

"When?" Jane probes.

"The night you found me in my closet."

"Are you sure that it was his voice?"

"Yes."

"It's ok, Abbie, you're safe. You're safe here, with me."

"Who's going to take care of me now?"

Jane doesn't respond she only attempts to keep from crying.

Hours later Frost returns from interrogation. He approaches Jane's desk. He finds her sitting at her desk, holding Abbie. Abbie's head is pressed up against Jane's chest, as she sleeps.

"Jane, it's late. You should go home, get some sleep."

"I can't," Jane responds.

"He confessed to killing his wife," Frost reveals.

"And his sons?"

"That was his mistresses idea."

"She killed them?"

"Yes."

"So now what's going to happen to her?"

"I don't know," Frost shrugs. He leans up against her desk.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Why are you so concerned about what's going to happen to her? Why are you so attached? Jane when are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"I don't know if I can."

"I'm your partner, you can tell me anything."

"You don't understand."

"Make me understand," he insists.

"I'm scared," she admits.

He looks at her, in utter confusion, and total surprise. "You're scared? Jane what is going on? You have never said that to me, before."

"I don't know how to fix this. I never thought that this would happen. I guess I didn't really think."

"What are you going on about?"

"Do you remember how you pointed out the resemblance?"

"Yeah, so?"

"What if there were something to that?"

"Like what?"

"What if you were right?"

"Right? You have a long lost daughter? Jane, come on, be serious. If you had a daughter, I think that I would know."

"Not if I didn't."

Her furrows his brow, "What do you mean? What are you saying?"

"How did you pay for college?"

"What? Why are you changing the subject?"

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are," he argues.

"I promise, I'm not. Just answer the question."

"My parents paid for me to go to college. Why?"

"Mine didn't. Mine didn't have the money to pay for me to go to college."

"So?"

"I had to pay for it."

"So you took out loans?"

"I don't believe in loans."

"Believe in loans?"

"I didn't want to spend the rest of my life paying back a loan."

"Ok, so?"

"I found another way to pay for college."

"Is this where you tell me you used to be an exotic dancer?"

"No," Jane shakes her head.

"So, what? You used to sell term papers?"

"No."

"I don't understand how one thing relates to the other."

"I sold my eggs."

"Eggs? Jane what are you talking about?"

She ignores his questions and continues with her train of thought, "I was supposed to be notified if my eggs were ever used, but I wasn't."

He looks at her, and then at the sleeping little girl, in her arms. "You think that she's your daughter. Jane, come on. That's ridiculous. I was just kidding. You're being paranoid."

"No, I'm not."

"How do you know?"

"Maura ran a DNA test."

"Of course she did."

"Frost, she's my daughter."

"You realize what this means, right?"

"What, what, means?"

"If she's your daughter, you're about to have a son, too."