"But, what, Frost?"
"Are you sure. Maybe he just didn't want to tell you, until the ultrasound. He probably wants to be sure first."
"Frost, you're being ridiculous."
"Am I?"
"Yes. Do you want to go with me, next week?"
"I..."
"You can, if you want."
"I think that I am going to have to pass on that."
She grabs her phone off of her desk. She turns around, and finds Maura standing behind her.
"You need something, Maura?"
"We should talk," Maura responds.
"I am getting ready to go to a crime scene."
"We can walk, and talk," she insists.
"Ok," Jane agrees.
Maura waits until they are alone on the elevator, and the doors close before she says anything.
"What's on your mind, Maura?"
"Frost mentioned to me, that twins run in his family."
"No, not you too. Maura, I am not having twins, ok?"
"I understand how you could feel concerned, about having twins."
"Maura, just stop. I am not having twins."
"Maybe you are," she suggests.
"Do you know something, that I don't know?" Jane raises an eyebrow.
"After I talked to Frost I reviewed your test results."
"And it said I was having twins?"
"Your HCG level was higher than I would expect for the..."
Jane flaps her hand, and cuts her off, "Maura I don't want to hear it. I have work to do."
"Ok," Maura concedes.
She stares at him, nervously.
"Are you ready?" he questions.
"As I'm ever going to be," she admits.
She watches him, carefully, as he squirts the green gel onto her stomach. He spreads it around her abdomen, with his probe. She stares silently, at the screen. Sound fills the room, and her eyes remain fixated on the image on the screen. The doctor doesn't say a word. She looks at him. That's when she notices the expression on his face.
She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feels dry, as she asks, "Is something wrong?"
"No. Nothing is wrong?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I just want to be sure."
"Sure? Of what?"
He points to the screen, "You see that?"
She nods, in confirmation. She studies it closely.
"It has three arms?" she inquires.
"No," he shakes his head. He moves the probe, so that she can have a better view. "I told you, nothing is wrong."
She stares at the new image on the screen. She feels her breath hitch. "You're kidding me, right? Please tell me that is not what I think that it is."
"It is baby B."
"Baby b? I am having more than one?"
"You're having twins," he informs her.
"There has to be some sort of mistake," she responds.
"There's no mistake. You're having twins. Is there someone I should call?"
She moves towards the knocking sound. She reaches the door, and stops. She checks the peephole. Once she sees who it is, she unlocks the door, and opens it. She stands in the doorway, in silence.
"Are you ok?" he asks in a concerned tone of voice.
She nods.
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here," she responds.
"You are supposed to be at work. I thought that you were coming in."
"So did I."
"So why are you here?"
"I..." she trails off, and takes a step back, to allow him to come in.
"Is something wrong?" he inquires.
"Have a seat," she points to the couch.
"Jane, what is going on?"
She points to the couch. He takes a seat. She hands him an envelope. She takes a seat, on the coffee table.
"What's this?"
"Just look at it."
He pulls out the pictures. He studies one.
"I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Is something wrong?"
She takes the picture from him, and points to part of it. "You can't see that?"
"A shadow?"
"A shadow? Really Frost? How would the baby inside my womb get a shadow?"
He shrugs, "I don't know. It looks like a shadow."
"It's not a shadow."
"Then what is it?"
"Not a shadow."
"I don't understand. Why are you so upset?"
"I am upset because you're being an idiot."
"Why are you at home? What made you come here, instead of coming back to work?"
"I lost it."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have come to pick you up."
"That's not your job."
"Yes, it is."
"I just needed some time to think, on my own."
"Ok, about what?"
She holds up the picture, "This."
"We're having a baby? It's just not hitting you?" he responds, in confusion.
"No. We're not having a baby."
"We're not?"
"No," she shakes her head, "We're having two."
"Two? Two what?"
"Babies. We're having twins. As if this wasn't complicated enough."
"Come here."
She slides onto the seat next to him. He wraps his arms around her.
"We'll figure it out, I promise. Everything is going to be ok," he whispers.
She buries her head into his shoulder, so that he won't see her cry. He holds her, as she falls apart.