"Why? You're kidding me right?" Angela questions.

"No. Why are you so insistent on this? Maura will let you play grandma, even if I'm not in the picture."

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Then what is this about?"

"You need to be a man. You made a baby, and now you need to take care of it."

"No."

"No? Why not? What makes you think that it is ok to walk away?"

"Why would I do something that I am only going to fail at. I am not father material. I should not be anybody's role model. I'm a criminal. I work part time, at a crappy job. I live with my mother, in Jane's best friend's guest house. I'm a loser. No one wants me as their father. All I'm ever going to do is be a disappointment. I don't have anything to offer. I can't buy the kid nice things. I don't have a good track record. I'll end up back in jail, or..."

Angela cuts him off, "Excuse me? No, you won't. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself."

Maura looks up from her microscope, as the footsteps come closer. Jane smiles, as she enters the morgue.

"Hey."

"Hey," Maura responds.

"How are you feeling? Better?" Jane questions.

"Yeah," Maura nods.

"Liar."

"What makes your think that I'm lying?"

"You're as white as a sheet, Maura. All morning you've been bouncing between green, and deathly white."

"I feel better," she insists.

"Really?"

"I wouldn't be here, if I wasn't," Maura retorts.

"You can't afford for anyone to think you have anything other than the flu."

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't."

"Really?"

"It has yet to be confirmed."

"You didn't run a blood test to confirm, first thing when you came in this morning?"

"No. What would make you think that?"

"The bandage I saw on your arm earlier."

"Just a scratch," Maura lies.

"Maura, you are not a good liar."

"I am too."

"Not to me."

"Ok, I'm not," Maura concedes.

"So?"

"But it hasn't been confirmed by an independent source, yet."

"And when will it be?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Is someone going with you?"

"No," Maura shakes her head.

"Why not?"

"I am an adult. I am perfectly capable of taking myself to the doctor, and driving myself here, afterwards."

"I wasn't implying that you weren't," Jane reveals.

"So what were you implying?"

"That someone should go with you, for moral support."

"Like who?"

"I don't know, maybe my brother," Jane suggests.

"He has made his feelings very clear."

"And now it is time to tell him, that it's just too bad, his feelings don't count."

"I can't do that," Maura argues.

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't."

"You should take someone with you."

"Are you volunteering?"

"I'll go, if you want me to," Jane squirms.

Maura furrows her brow, "When was the last time you saw a..."

Jane's hand flies up, "Don't finish that thought, if you want my help with any of this."

"Fine."

"So, would you like me to go with you?"

"If you want."

"Maura, it's a yes, or no question."

Maura looks into the binocular lenses of her microscope.

"Avoidance is not an answer," Jane reminds, as she heads for the door.

"Ok?"

"Ok, you know it's not an answer, or..."

Maura cuts her off, "Ok, you can come."

"I can come, or you want me to come?"

"I want you to come. You're right, I might need moral support."

"I'll pick you up."

The following evening she arrives home from work after nine. She flips on the light, and finds a guest in her house, sitting on her couch.

"What are you doing in here?"

"How was your appointment?"

"Tommy, don't pretend to care," she warns.

"Ma, wanted me to ask," he clarifies.

"Everything went fine," she reveals.

"Good."

"I'm definitely pregnant, in case you're wondering."

"I know."

"Do you need something else?" she asks coldly.

"No, why?"

"If not, I think you should go," she answers, heading for the stairs.

"Maura, wait," he begs.

She stops. He gets off the couch, and moves towards her. He stops when he reaches her.

"I don't know what to say here. I am not good at stuff like this," he admits.

"I know. I'd like to remind you, that I never asked for anything."

"I feel like I'm letting you down," he admits.

"You are," she responds, candidly.

"I wish that things didn't go this way. I wish we could just keep doing, what we were doing, you know. I miss just having fun with you."

Maura doesn't say anything. Tommy takes a step closer, closing the gap between him. She stares into his eyes, trying to make her mind go blank. He presses his lips against hers, and everything else disappears. She feels herself melting, into him. Her pulse quickens, her blood pressure rises. Her temperature increases, as he touches her neck, with his fingers, pulling her closer to him.