"You handled the interrogation very well, Jane," Maura says while she sits on her couch and clutches a glass of red wine.
"Yeah, when my heart wasn't pounding in my ears or about to explode through my chest," Jane responds, sitting next to Maura and rubbing the rim of her beer as she rests the bottle on her leg. Maura beams.
"What?" asks Jane as she gives Maura a double-take and downs her final swig of beer.
"Love," the doctor states.
"Now's not the time, Maura," Jane jests.
Maura gives Jane an amused reproachful look. She places her hand on the detective's chest and Jane's face exhibits a look of terror and confusion. "At rest, the average human heart beats eighty times per minute. When neurotransmitters release high levels of norepinephrine into an individual's body, his or her heart beat can increase to over one-hundred beats per minute. You will then be able to feel a person's pulse in their chest, rather than the carotid, radial, or femoral arties. It's the science behind love, Jane—when you see, hear, or speak about someone you love. You're in love, Jane. You said it yourself."
Jane lowers her gaze and Maura removes her hand. The detective rises from the couch to grab another beer. "I said I love him, but I never said I was in love with him. Besides, I'm not so sure anymore."
The detective pops off the beer top and leans her hands on the counter. "God," she says as she pushes her weight against her hands.
Maura rises from her seat and walks up to her friend. "I'd like to hug you, Jane," she asserts.
Jane stares at her, unresponsive. Maura places her glass on the counter and wraps her arms around the detective's chest. Jane stiffens, but slowly hugs back. Maura smiles and Jane sighs as she relaxes in the doctor's arms.
"Casey mentioned baseball during the interrogation," Jane states.
Maura breaks the embrace. "That's odd."
"He said he was watching the Sox game with a friend of his when he heard about Parris being back in town." Jane smirks. "I got him into baseball. Especially the Red Sox." Maura smiles.
Suddenly, Jane's smirk transforms into a furrowed brow. Maura notices and her smile dissipates. "What's wrong?" she asks.
"I just thought of something," Jane says. "I've gotta get to the station." She gently squeezes Maura's arm, grabs her jacket from an armchair, and rushes out the door. She pops her head back into the house and says, "I'm still not a hugger."
A confused Maura grins as she hears the door softly close behind Jane.