"Jane I want the truth."

"The truth about what, Maura?"

"Why don't you want to keep the baby? Is it because it belongs to Frost?"

"No."

"Is it because it is going to be mixed race?"

"No. It wouldn't matter who it belonged to, or what it looked like. I don't want a baby."

"You don't want a baby, or you don't want this baby?"

"I don't want any baby. I am trying to do the right thing. Why is everyone on my case?"

"Because no one understands your reasoning."

"I am choosing not to be a parent, because I don't want to be a parent. I would not make a good parent. I am too involved with my job. I work long hours, and that is not compatible with having a baby. There are some things that I am just not willing to give up. There are some sacrifices that I am not willing to make."

"So you're choosing your job, over your child?"

"Maura, of all people I would expect you to understand. Can you honestly tell me that if you were pregnant right now, you would have the baby, and keep it."

"I'm not."

"If you were?"

"I don't know."

"You love your job. Your job is your life."

"I wouldn't make the same choices that you're making."

"You have chosen a career, when most people our age are choosing to settle down, and have kids. I think that you have already made your decision."

"You think that you know what I would do, but you don't. Just like I can't believe that you're giving your baby up for adoption."

"What would you do?"

"I would keep it."

"No you wouldn't. I don't believe that for a second."

She opens her refrigerator. She looks inside, left over take out. A couple containers of yogurt, half a carton of eggs, and a few beers, shoved into the back. She stares longingly at the beer, and then slams the door shut. She goes into the living room, empty handed. She sinks onto the couch, in defeat. She stares at an envelope, on the coffee table. It had been two weeks since her conversation with Maura, about Frost. The words still echoed in her head. Especially today. Those wounds were still fresh.

She stares at her stomach. She wondered if anyone had noticed that she was wearing different pants. Or, that she no longer needed a belt. That she rarely tucked in her shirt, instead opting to button her blazer. She looks over at the chair. Her blazer is draped over the back of it. She redirects her attention to her stomach. The fabric clings to her. Maybe no one had noticed that she looked pregnant. She certainly didn't look five months pregnant. Hours at the gym prevented her abdominal muscles from completely separating. Despite her best efforts things were starting to change. Her stomach was getting rounder, and her clothes were fitting tighter. Maybe she could convince them it was just a beer gut. Except for the part, where she hadn't drank in months.

She sighs in frustration, and returns her attention to the envelope sitting on the table. As she reaches for it someone knocks on the door. She quickly grabs the envelope, and stuffs it under the couch cushion. She wanders to the door, and unchains it. She pulls the door open. She stares at the person on the other side in complete confusion. She stares at him, waiting for him to speak, or move. She decides to start the conversation.

"What are you doing here?" she says in a less that cordial tone.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"To tell you that I was a jerk. I shouldn't have acted so hastily in severing our partnership. It was childish, and it hurt both of us. We make a good team. I miss having you as my partner."

"I don't know if we can ever be partners again."

"You're happy being partnered with..."

She doesn't allow him to finish, "Not my first choice."

"Jane, please."

"You should come in," she offers.

He nods, and follows her in. She points to the couch. He takes a seat. She carefully positions herself on the couch.

"You have every reason to be angry with me. You have every reason not to trust me. If I were you, I wouldn't want me as a partner."

"And why is that?"

"Barry..."

He blushes upon hearing her uses his first name.

"I owe you an apology. I made a mistake."

"Can we just agree to put the past behind us?"

"I want to."

"Then let's agree to move forward."

"I can't."

"You can't? Why not?"

"I can't move forward, knowing that I lied to you."

"About what?"

"Technically, I lied by omission. I didn't actually lie to your face."

"Jane, what are you talking about?"

"Being pregnant."

"You weren't pregnant? That was a lie?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"To which part?"

"It wasn't a lie."

"Then what was a lie? Something you said?"

"Something I didn't say. I just didn't tell you the truth. I should have told you. I just... I didn't think that you would understand."

"Understand what?"

"I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to be involved. It isn't your fault. It's my fault."

"What's your fault?"

"All of this."

"Jane you're not making any sense."

"I told you that I was not going to have the baby."

"I remember."

"It wasn't a lie."

"You're talking in circles."

"I didn't think I was going to. I didn't want to."

"I don't understand."

"But I changed my mind."

"Changed your mind? It's too late now."

"No," she shakes her head, "It's not."

He furrows his brow, "It's not?"

"I didn't do it."

"Do what?"

She swallows hard, "I'm still pregnant."

He looks at her, "I don't believe you. What kind of crap are you trying to pull, Rizzoli?"

"I am trying to tell you the truth."

"You're going to have to prove it."

She pulls out the envelope. She hands it to him. He looks at her, and then to the envelope, as he takes it from her. He opens it, and pulls out the contents. He stares at the black and white images. Finally his eyes meet hers.

"I don't believe this. Why would you let me think that you had an abortion?"

"Because I knew that you wouldn't like this."

"Like what?"

"I still don't want a baby. I am going to have the baby, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't want to keep it."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that?"

"I don't want you to keep it either."

"That is my choice, not yours."

"I want to give the baby up for adoption."

"Not going to happen."

"I don't want to have to come to work every day, knowing that you're going to be there. Knowing that you're going to bring up the baby, or show off pictures, or whatever. That's not fair to me. It's not fair to you, either."

"Jane, this is unbelievable. If I want to do this, it's my choice. It is my baby too."

"I knew this is how you would react. This is why I didn't tell you."