"Is there something to tell, here?" Jane questions, looking into her mother's face.

Angela looks up. She nods, "Yeah."

"Oh," Jane comments, trying not to look, or sound disappointed.

"There is a lot to tell. A story that is hard to believe."

"I don't need to know the whole story," Jane tells her.

"What do you need to know?"

"Just the truth," she admits.

"Sean, and I decided that we both wanted to have a child," she begins.

"I know that you always felt like someone was missing. I know that you always wanted four of us," Jane reveals.

"You know I like even numbers."

"So?"

"We plan, and God laughs," Angela reminds her.

"What does that mean?"

"I am pregnant."

"You really are?"

Angela nods, "And, Grace isn't in there, alone."

"What?!" Jane furrows her brow.

"She is a twin. She has a brother, or a sister in there, with her."

"You're having twins?"

Angela nods, "Yes."

"You're too old," is the only thing Jane can think.

"How do you think that I feel?"

Jane takes a moment to mull that over, "Scared as hell. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I figured that you wouldn't be happy. You weren't happy about me getting married."

"I am very happy that you got married. I was just hurt that you didn't think that I was adult enough to handle it. I was a little disappointed I didn't get to see you get married."

"I'm sorry," Angela apologizes.

"You should have told me."

"I didn't know how to. It's not everyday you tell your adult daughter, that even though you are past the age of childbearing, you're pregnant, with twins."

"So whose the baby daddy?" Jane jokes.

"Ha ha."

"Seriously though..."

Angela cuts her off, "It's Sean."

"I can't believe this. How long have you known?"

"A while."

"How far along are you? You said that you already know one of them is a girl?"

"One of them is definitely a girl."

"Which makes you..."

"Twenty two weeks," Angela reveals.

Jane shakes her head, "I don't know whether to laugh, or cry."

"Neither do I. I didn't really think that it would work."

"It all seems very science fiction to me."

"Try being pregnant, at my age, with twins."

"I know you know where babies come from," Jane teases.

"A Petri-dish, from the lab of a fertility specialist. They just warm them up, and pop them in."

Jane laughs, "Maura knows?"

"Did she tell you?"

"No. She wouldn't tell me. She just told me that I needed to talk to you."

"I haven't..."

"Frankie, and Tommy don't know," Jane finishes her thought.

"I'm not quite ready to tell them, yet."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Ok."

"What do I say to Frost?"

"You can tell him whatever you want. He's someone who would take the secret to his grave," Angela answers.

"Ok," she nods.

"Can I name the other one?" Jane questions.

Angela shakes her head.

Jane gets up, and heads for the door. She stops, and turns around. She goes over to Angela, and hugs her.

"I love you."

"I love you more," Angela reminds her.

Jane makes it to the door. She pulls it open, and finds Sean, and Maura standing on the other side. The wait in the hallway, for her to come out. She doesn't say a word. She just walks past them. Sean returns to his office, and Maura follows Jane.

Jane stops at her desk, and takes a seat. Maura doesn't ask any questions. She continues on, to the lab. Frost looks up, from his computer. He notices the peculiar look on his partner's face.

"How did your chat go?" he wonders.

"It was very enlightening."

"You and your mother actually talked?"

"Yes," Jane confirms.

"So the cold war has drawn to a conclusion?" he replies, in a tone reminiscent of a narrator.

"Yeah."

"What did she say?"

"That you're right."

"About what?" he furrows his brow.

"And that it would be ok, if I told you, because you would take the secret to your grave."

"Secret? What are you talking about?"

"I told you, you were right."

He shakes his head, "No, I think that you're confused."

Angela comes out of Sean's office. On her way back to the cafe she places a picture, face down, on Jane's desk. As she walks away, Jane flips it over, and looks at it. She smiles, and then slides it across the desk to Frost. He studies it, and then looks at his partner, in confusion.

"You were right," she repeats.

"I..." he stutters.

"You were twice as right as I was," she takes the picture from him, and slides it into the bottom of one of her desk drawers.