Jane sits on a bench, in front of the entrance. Tommy walks past her, without saying a word. Korsak, and Angela soon make their way from the parking lot.
"How is Maura? What are you doing out here?" Angela inquires.
"I just needed some fresh air," Jane admits.
"Come inside."
"I'll be in, in a minute, ma."
"I'll take her in," Korsak promises, "Go on, without me."
Angela nods, and heads for the doors. Korsak takes a seat, next to Jane.
"What are you really doing out here?"
"I was feeling claustrophobic."
"Why?"
"The accident was my fault. I said something that really hurt her. She was upset when she left, and..."
"Jane, it isn't your fault, that she wrecked. It was an accident," he reminds her.
"It's not even the worst part."
"What do you mean?"
"She's in there, in a coma, and all I can think about, is what you said, the other day."
"What would that be?"
"When you asked me what my weakness is. I keep thinking about it. It's driving me crazy. I..."
"Did you figure it out?"
"I have lots of weaknesses," she admits.
"Two more minutes, and then you come in, ok?"
"Yeah," she nods.
He gets up, and heads for the doors. She sits there in the cold air, thinking to herself. Eventually she gets up, and goes back in. After another couple of hours, she's exhausted, and Maura's room is full.
"I'm going to go home," she tells them.
"You can't go home," Angela argues.
"I'm exhausted. I want to go home," Jane insists.
"I'll take her," Tommy offers.
He follows Jane out of the room. She remains silent, even as they get into her car. He backs out of his parking space, and cautiously heads towards her apartment.
"Janey, you ok?"
"No," she stares out the window.
"Are you mad at me, for something?"
"What makes you think that? Is there a reason that I should be mad at you?"
"You've been giving me the cold shoulder lately. What gives."
"You slept with my best friend."
She brings him to her house, from the hospital. He sleeps on her couch. She knows it's what's best for him. Angela was right next door, to keep an eye on him, until he was ready to go home. It is only for a few days. She creeps down the stairs in the middle of the night. She takes a seat, on the end of the couch. It's dark, and she can't tell whether he's sleeping, or not.
"Maura, I'm ok."
"Do you need anything?"
"Just you," he says under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing."
"Really? I think that your concussion has gotten the best of you."
"I'm fine."
"Then why did you say that?"
"Say what?"
"When I asked if you needed anything, you said..."
"I didn't say anything," he insists.
"Just you. I heard you."
"I guess I'm busted, then."
"Why would you say that?"
He exhales, "Because it's true. I have wanted you, from the day that I met you. I can't seem to get you out of my head."
"Tommy, that is never going to happen. If Jane found out..."
"So don't tell her," he sits up.
"No."
He scoots closer. Her eyes have adjusted to the dark, and she can see how close he is to her. He pushes her hair, behind her shoulder. She stares at him, hoping he won't go any farther, knowing that she can't resist.
Being with Frankie, that made sense. They are both rational, and hard-working. They like the same things. He is stable, and honest. He is a safe choice. Tommy, he is a different story. He is immature, and he likes to take risks. He's impulsive, and it makes him sort of irresistible.
His hand pauses on her shoulder, for a moment. His fingers on her shoulder sends chills up her spine. It glides over to her neck. Then to the base of her skull. His fingers are in her hair, and he gets closer. He kisses her, and she doesn't stop him. She doesn't pull away. She matches him, move for move, button for button.
"Did you hear me?" she questions.
"I heard you."
"Are you going to respond?"
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? That is all you have to say? I told you to stay away from her. I told you not to go there. Why don't you ever listen to anything that I have to say?"
"Because," he begins, "you're afraid to take chances. You always play it safe."
"I am a cop, I don't play it safe," she argues.
"You don't have any fun. You never act impulsively. You just wait for life to happen, instead of making it happen. Sometimes, all you get, is one moment. You get one moment, to have what you want, and that's it."
"That is bullshit."
"I am sorry that you're angry. I am sorry if you feel that I betrayed your trust. I'm not sorry that it happened, though."
"That is not what I want to hear."
"I would do it again. Jane, you don't understand. What Maura and I have..."
She cuts him off, "I don't want to hear, what you, and Maura have."
"Is passion. There is chemistry. There is electricity between us. I can't help that."
"So you're basically telling me, that you just couldn't help yourself?"
"I am telling you, that I wasn't the only one who wanted it."
"What is wrong with you?"