She sits on her counter, eating a popsicle, contemplating going for a jog. The phone vibrating at her side interrupts her train of thought. She places the phone to her ear, and answers accordingly.

"Yes, ma?"

"I am on my way to the hospital."

"Whoa! What's going on?"

"I am taking Maura to the hospital."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"She is having a lot of abdominal pain, and pressure."

"Are you telling me that she is in labor? Ma she isn't even six months along."

"I know."

"Okay, I'll meet you there," she agrees.

Thirty minutes later she arrives at the hospital. Angela paces the hallway in front of Maura's room. Jane approaches, wearing nothing more than a baggy t-shirt, and a pair of sweat pants.

"What's going on?"

Angela shrugs, "I don't know. She called her OB/GYN over her on the way over, and he told her that he was going to admit her to the OB floor."

"Does he think that she is in labor?"

"I don't know. He just went in."

"What happened?"

"She said that she wasn't feeling well, so she lied down on the couch. The next thing I know she is screaming. She was writhing in pain, and there wasn't anything I could do. I helped her move into another position, but it didn't help. Nothing helped. I just put her in the car, and told her we were coming to the hospital."

"I hope everything is okay."

Before Angela can offer any reassurances, they both hear screaming coming from Maura's room. The two of them are not permitted in the room. They both wait outside in the hallway for over an hour as medical personnel shuffle in and out. Finally after an hour and a half a nurse enters the hallway, and approaches them.

"The two of you can see her now."

"What's going on?" Jane asks.

"She said that she would explain," the nurse answers.

Jane nods, and she follows Angela into the room. They find Maura lying in the bed wearing hospital garb with a fetal heart rate monitor hooked to her abdomen, and an IV connected to her hand.

"What's going on?"

"They had to administer magnesium sulfate. It appears that today after being outside at the crime scene I did not compensate well enough with fluid replacement. I had fluid and electrolyte loss, and I became dehydrated, and it triggered premature uterine contraction. The contractions were irregular, and there was no cervical change, so they are treating me with fluids, and a dose of magnesium sulfate."

"It is working?"

"Yes," she confirms, "But they are still going to keep me overnight to monitor me."

"Do they think that this happened because of the hyperemesis gravidarum?" Angela questions.

"Yes, so I also earned myself a prescription of Zofran," she admits.

Jane furrows her brow, "What is she talking about?" turning toward Maura.

"Hyperemesis gravidarum is a condition…" Maura begins.

Jane shakes her head, "I know what it is. Why didn't you tell me that you had it?"

Maura shrugs, "I guess I just didn't want to worry you. It hadn't been as bad the past couple of weeks."

"Until yesterday," Angela interjects.

Maura nods, "That is true."

"Maura you consistently pretend to be fine. Every time I ask you if you are still feeling sick you just say that you're fine. Why?"

Maura shrugs, "I don't know. I just feel like you don't need to worry about me."

"Obviously, I do. Did your doctor restrict your activities?"

Maura nods, "I am not allowed to go into the field."

The following morning all of Maura's contractions have dissipated, and her fluid, and electrolytes have returned to normal. Jane drives Maura home, while Angela heads to the grocery store. Jane is sitting on the arm of the couch, as Maura situates herself. Maura looks up at her friend, and suddenly feels as if she isn't present.

"Jane," she says softly.

Jane towards her, "Do you want the remote?"

She shakes her head, "No."

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Maura glances at the coffee table that has half a dozen cold bottles of water sitting on it. She shakes her head, "No. Jane?"

"Hm?" She seems emotionally distant.

"Are you okay?"

She feigns a smile, "I am fine. Are you okay? That was pretty scary, last night."

"I'm fine, other than I'll probably have to pee again in ten minutes."

"I can help you," Jane tells her.

"I'll be okay. Jane what's on your mind?"

"Nothing," she lies.

Before Maura can pry any further Angela comes through the front door with groceries. Jane helps her unpack them. She doesn't stay around for brunch. She heads off to the station, instead. Angela enters the living room with a bowl of fruit and yogurt per Maura's request. Maura shifts into a sitting position as Angela hands her the bowl. Angela takes a seat next to her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Incredibly stupid. I should have known better. I am a doctor. I know…"

Angela cuts her off, "You can't blame yourself. This could have happened to anyone."

Maura shakes her head, "I should have had the body sent back to the morgue. There was no reason that I had to be there. I put my baby's life in jeopardy. Twenty three weeks gestation is far too early for a baby to be born."

"Maura, everything worked out okay. She is still cooking. Eat up. I know you have to be hungry. You didn't touch any of that hospital garbage this morning."

"I drank the juice," she argues.

"I forgot that you had a hankering for juice, and did drink a single container of apple juice."

Maura furrows her brow, "You always call the baby her."

Angela shrugs, "So?"

"Did you read the results of the amniocentesis?"

"No," she insists.

"Why do you always refer to the baby as her?"

"Just mother's intuition, I guess."

"Is it always right?"

Angela shakes her head, "Not always."

"For example?"

"Several years a gal from church was pregnant, and I was convinced that it was a boy."

"It wasn't?"

"She had twins. One boy, one girl."

Maura shakes her head, "I don't think that counts."