It's late, and she feels herself fighting sleep. She lies in a hospital bed, next to her daughter. She pets the sleeping girl's hair, as she sleeps. She breathes in, and out. The phone in her pocket begins to vibrate. She carefully slides out of the bed. She tiptoes out of the room, into the hallway.

"Isles," she answers.

"Can we talk?" the voice on the other end responds.

"Trent, it's late."

"I know that. I think that we should talk."

"We should, but not now."

"I..."

"I will explain, but not now. Can you just give me some time, please."

"Maura, I understand that you have a lot going on, but you can't just leave like that."

"I need to be here."

"I'll meet you there."

"No. Don't come," she insists.

"I have a lot of questions."

"I have answers, but not tonight."

"Please, I want to talk to you. I want to see you again. Regardless of the past, or things that you failed to mention, I still the same about you."

"Trent, now is not the time."

"Please, just meet me for breakfast. If you don't want to see me after then, it's up to you."

"I..."

"I'll see you at nine. I'll send a car to the hospital, to pick you up. I assume that you are still there," he continues.

"I am."

"Try and get some sleep, Maura."

"Not likely," she admits.

"Just try. I'll see you in the morning."

"But..."

"Don't argue."

"Ok," she concedes.

"Goodnight Maura."

She hangs up the phone, and tiptoes back into the room. She situates herself on the fold out couch. She closes her eyes, expecting a sleepless night. Hours later her phone brings her back to consciousness. She pulls the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"The car is waiting for you downstairs," a voice informs her.

"I'll be right down," she replies.

"Ok."

She hangs up. She sits up, and looks around the room. Allison sits in the bed, reading a magazine. Maura rubs her eyes.

"Prince Charming?" Allison guesses.

"I have to take care of something. I will be back in an hour."

"It's fine, go. I'm getting discharged soon, anyway."

"Are you sure that you'll be ok?"

"I'll be fine," she promises.

"Ok. I'll be back in an hour."

"Have fun."

Ten minutes later Maura finds herself at a diner. She walks in, and finds Trent waiting at a booth for her. She takes a seat, across the table from him.

"I ordered some coffee for you."

"Thanks."

"So..."

"So?"

"About what you said, last night," he begins.

"About my daughter?"

"You really have a daughter?"

"Yes," Maura confirms.

"Why didn't you mention it sooner?"

"I guess that I didn't want you to know."

"Because?"

"Because I didn't," she answers.

"I see. And she's..." he trails off.

"She's twenty one. She just had a birthday."

"Twenty one. That means you had her when you were..." he begins to calculate.

"Don't do the math," she warns.

"Young," he responds.

"Yes," she confirms.

"Did you raise her?"

"No," she shakes her head. "I wish that I could say that I did, because she turned out amazingly, but I can't. I had very little to do with it. I just gave birth to her."

"Who raised her?"

"My parents raised her as my sister."

"I never knew that you had a sister."

"Because I didn't."

"Right," he nods.

"So are you going to ask?"

"Ask what?" he plays coy.

"The question I know that you're dying to ask."

"Who is her father? Anyone I know?" he quizzes.

"Yes," she nods.

"Yes? How well do I know him?"

"I would say that you know him pretty well."

"Oh?"

"Are you going to ask? If you don't want to know..."

He cuts her off, "Is she my daughter?"

"Do you want her to be?" Maura responds.

"I don't know anything about her."

"Do you want to be?" she repeats.

"Is she my daughter? Just tell me, Maura."

"Yes," she confirms.

"Oh," he stares at his half empty cup of coffee.

"She is your daughter."

"Can I meet her?" he wonders, looking up from his cup, meeting her glance.

"I don't know if she wants to meet you."

"She isn't curious?"

"Not particularly."

"Oh," he returns his focus to his cup, in disappointment.

"I'll talk to her."

"Can I ask you something?"

Maura nods.

"Why did you track me down, after all of these years? It wasn't just to catch up, was it?"

"No. I had ulterior motives," she admits.

"Like what?"

"Allison asked me to. She has A-L-L. She needs a bone marrow transplant, and she's hoping that you're a match."

"I see."

"I know, it's a lot to take in, especially all at once. I should have been more up front."

"Was any of it real?" he inquires.

"Was what real?"

"Any of this?"

"I wasn't faking anything," she reveals.