His words ring in her head, as she walks into her apartment that night. "He can't hurt her anymore." Her thoughts go back to finding her friend outside, in the cold winter air, discarded like a bag of trash. She showers, and tries to shake the thoughts. She climbs into bed, and tries to sleep. Sleep doesn't come. She tosses, and turns. She is entirely consumed with thought.
After several hours she finally drifts off. The sleep is short lived, as she wakes from her nightmare in a cold sweat. A nightmare about a demon spawn. She rolls over, trying to free herself from the tangled mess of covers that she's in. The clock reminds her that it is nearly time for her to go to work. She lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, for hours.
She walks into the morgue, with a cup of coffee in each hand. Maura doesn't look up. She smells the coffee, and announces, "I don't want any."
"Good, because I brought two cups for myself," Jane responds.
This makes Maura look up. She spins the stool around, to face Jane. She studies Jane, trying not to stare.
"You look rough."
"It was a rough night," Jane admits.
"What happened to you?"
"Nothing," Jane lies.
"That doesn't look like nothing. Did you get that checked out? Your..."
"I had an x-ray. Nothing is broken. Just a bruise, and a few stitches."
"Did you get in a fight with someone?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Nope."
"Jane I know that you were trying to play hero, last night."
"What are you talking about?"
"Frost told me."
"You've seen Frost already this morning?"
"He was just dropping in to check on me. He told me that I could breathe easier now, because you..."
"I didn't do anything."
"Jane, don't be modest."
"I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything to change what happened. I didn't remove any scars. I didn't really do anything."
"Yes you did."
"I didn't end your living hell, Maura. I just made it so that you wouldn't have to fear for your life, anymore."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Jane... stop being so stubborn, just accept my gratitude."
"For what?"
"Please," Maura begs.
"Fine," Jane agrees. Her phone starts ringing. She pulls it out of her pocket, "Yeah? Ok. I'll meet you in the parking lot. Bye," she hangs up.
"Frost?" Maura guesses.
"Yeah, we've got a case, so I have to go."
"Ok," Maura agrees.
Jane lets Frost drive, which is his first clue that something isn't right. When they get stuck in traffic Jane doesn't make a peep, clue two. He looks over at her, and realizes she's chewing her fingernails, clue three. As they sit in gridlocked traffic, he clears his throat, and boldly asks.
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing," Jane lies.
"Really? You haven't said a word since we left the station."
"Nothing to say, I guess."
"Jane, what is going on with you?"
"Nothing is going on with me."
"Ok, what is going on with someone, that is bothering you?"
"Frost!" she exhales, in frustration.
He looks over at her, "Jane, you can tell me."
"No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"First of all, it's not my place to tell, and second of all I'm not allowed."
"Not allowed? Are you in the second grade, or something?"
"Frost, please just drop it."
"Jane, what made you so mad last night, that you were willing to risk your life?"
"Something Maura said."
"I know. She told me that."
"She told you?"
"She said that she told you something, and it set you off. What did she say?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," Frost insists.
"I..."
"You can tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone. Whatever you say to me remains between us, I'm your partner."
"Maura told me in confidence."
"She told me that she would tell me, later."
"She lied."
"Why would you say that?"
"I don't think that she's going to tell you. I don't think that she's going to tell anyone."
"So tell me."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because it will piss you off."
"Like it did you?"
"You don't understand. If you knew you would get it. You would understand why I did, what I did."
"Just tell me," he implores her.
"Frost if I tell you, you'll never be able to keep it a secret."
"Why not?"
"Because I am having a hard enough time keeping it a secret."
"You want to tell someone?"
"Yes."
"So tell me."
"I can't. You won't look at her the same. You won't be able to be around her, without her realizing that you know."
"Know what?" he probes.
"You won't be able to look at her, without making it obvious."
"Making what obvious? Jane just tell me. We're stuck in traffic, and we're not going anywhere. We've got to do something to pass the time, so we might as well talk about this."
"Fine."
"Ok, so what is it? What is the big secret?"
"She's pregnant."
He locks eyes with her. He reads the look in her eyes. He swallows hard, as he studies the expression on her face.
"Oh," is all he can choke out.