Frost takes Jane home that night, ensuring that she's gotten home safely. After he leaves her apartment, he heads over to Maura's. He knocks once, and she lets him in. He follows her into the kitchen, where she's drinking wine.

"Can I get you something? A beer?"

Frost studies the half empty bottle of wine, and then looks at Maura.

"No, I'm not staying long."

"Did Jane get home, ok?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Good."

"Maura?"

"Yes?"

"It won't fix it. You know that, right?"

"What?"

"You can't make a fairy tale ending, out of a tragedy."

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

"Jane told me what you said."

"And?"

"It will make things worse, not better."

"What are you talking about?"

"Now she is going to wonder what is wrong with her. She is going to question why she can't love her own child, why she can't remember his conception. She'll feel even guiltier, especially because she has no clue who the father is."

"Jane is tough, she is going to be fine."

"If you really believe that, why have you had half a bottle of wine since you got home?"

She takes a seat, on the stool, in front of the island. He leans up against the countertop of the island.

"Maura, why did you lie to her?"

"I don't lie."

"Usually. You rarely lie. Tonight, was one of those rare exceptions. Why? Why did you lie to her?"

"Nobody, should ever have to go through, what she's going through."

"You did lie to her?"

Maura finishes her glass of wine, "What choice did I have?"

"She is going to hate you, when she finds out, and you know, that she will find out."

"That's ok."

"Really?"

"I would her rather her hate me."

"Oh."

"So would you like a beer?"

"No, I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I've got to get back to the station. I have to figure out who the apprentice is, so that maybe, one day Jane will be able to sleep again."

"You're a good partner, you know that?"

"Maura, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"I am no expert on..."

She cuts him off, "You want to know, how she didn't know?"

"Yeah."

"She has a condition called placenta previa. It causes her to bleed so..."

"She probably thought that..." He trails off.

"She thought that it was her period."

"But..."

"She should have felt it move," Maura admits.

"But she didn't?"

"She probably did, and just didn't realize it."

"She's six and a half months along, why isn't she showing?"

"Everyone is different."

"In other words, you have no idea why she's not."

"Exactly."

"Maura, I don't know that she'll ever be able to get over this."

"That was his plan, I think."

"Even in death, he still has a grip on her."

"And, now, he probably will, for the rest of her life."

"What do we do for her?" he questions.

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"You've started lying, which can't be a good sign."

"I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't tell her the truth. Honestly, Frost, I didn't even want to."

"You're certain about the test results?"

"Yes."

"So there is no doubt, that it is his?"

"None," she admits.

"Then, I really have work to do," he admits.

"You should go," she agrees.

"Put the wine away," he tells her.

Jane finds herself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, that hangs on the back of the door. She wears a tank top, and a pair of boxers. She rolls up the bottom of her shirt. She stands in the mirror, and stares.

She stares at her abdomen. She could admit, it wasn't as tight as it used to be, but... work had been hell the past few months, and the time at the gym had decreased greatly. Still, she can't make herself understand it. Six, and a half months... she shudders at the thought. Against her will, she touches her stomach.

The reaction is movement. Her heart jumps into her throat, as she feels the movement. She rolls her shirt down. She leaves the room, and crawls into bed. She closes her eyes, in an attempt to deny what's going on inside of her.

She wakes up several times that night. When she finally wakes up, for the day, she smells bacon, and eggs. She gets out of bed, and heads into the kitchen. She isn't entirely surprised to find her mother standing in her kitchen.

"So you're breaking, and entering now?"

"I used my key. I thought I would cook breakfast for you."

"Why?"

"You worked a lot of hours this week."

"So?"

"I'm trying to be nice to you, and you have been avoiding me the past few days."