Jane stops in the doorway of the nursery. She finds a pajama-clad Maura, sitting in a rocking chair, with the sleeping newborn. She sits next to the lamp, just staring at the little girl, in awe. Jane clears her throat, and Maura looks up, briefly.

"I'm getting ready to go home, are you going to be ok?"

"Jane. I will be fine. I can handle this. I appreciate everything that you've done for me, but... I'll be fine."

"And if you're not my mother will be the first to alert the media."

"You haven't slept in days, go home," Maura insists.

"Neither have you."

"I am fine," Maura promises.

"Are you sure? I mean it has to be scary, being by yourself, with a new baby."

"I'm not alone. I'm never alone."

"I told you not to let her move in here."

"It's fine. It's a good thing, she's here if I need her."

"Are you sure that you're going to be ok? It's your first night home with her, and I don't mind staying. She is my niece. I don't mind getting up with her."

"Jane, go home."

"You want to be alone, I get it."

"Goodnight," Maura yawns, as Jane retreats from the room.

Jane stops a few feet from the door, "Oh, and Maura..."

"Yes?"

"Put the baby in her crib, and go to sleep."

"I..."

"You can stare at her for the rest of your life. A few hours of sleep is not going to hurt either one of you."

"Ok," Maura agrees.

Maura rises from her chair, reluctantly following Jane's advice, only because... she's not wrong. Maura quietly makes her way to the crib. She looks at her new baby, one more time. She kisses her chubby cheeks, and places her in the crib.

"Goodnight, Hope, sleep tight," she coos.

She flips off the light, and heads to bed. Surprisingly she falls to sleep rather quickly. Despite her attempts to stay awake, and listen for the baby, due to the fear of not hearing her cry, while asleep, Maura falls asleep. She wakes up two hours later. The house is quiet, except for a clock, that ticks, on the wall of Maura's bedroom. She pulls back the covers, and heads down the hall. She stops a few steps out of her room, when she finds the light in the nursery on.

"I know I turned that off," she whispers to herself, "It's probably Angela," she adds.

She tiptoes down the hallway, to the nursery. She stops, and peers in the doorway. She is surprised to find that it is not Angela in the nursery. She finds the Rizzoli sitting in the rocking chair, rocking the baby.

Tommy is so entranced by the baby that he doesn't hear Maura tiptoeing down the hallway. He doesn't realize that he's being watched. He simply sits in the rocking chair, holding his baby daughter. The little girl stare up at him, with big blue eyes. He smiles at her, and begins to speak.

"I should probably put you back, before you start crying. I wouldn't want your mommy to catch us. You won't tell her I was here, will you? What am I saying? Of course you won't. You can't talk, and you won't remember this. No, you won't, my sweet little girl," he gets out of the rocking chair, and Maura takes a step away from the doorway. She listens from the hall, as she backs away.

"Goodnight, Hope, I love you," he tells the baby, as he places her back into her crib.

Maura quickly backtracks, to her bedroom. She hops back into bed, as if she's been asleep all along. She listens as the sound of footsteps disappears.

In the morning Angela finds her in the kitchen, sipping tea.

"What are you doing up?"

"It's morning," Maura replies.

"It's five o'clock."

"I just finished feeding the baby."

"Oh. Are you up for the day?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Maura?"

"Huh?" Maura responds as she stares off into space.

"What's on your mind?"

"I'm just tired," she lies.

"No, that's not it. Something is on your mind. What is it? Something about the baby?"

"No, not really."

"Are you sure?"

"She's always on my mind," Maura admits.

"So then what else is on your mind?"

"Nothing," she lies.

Angela sits down, at the island, next to her. She nods her head, "I see. Nothing by the name of Tommy Rizzoli?" she guesses.

Maura doesn't say a word.

"I can see why he might be on your mind. He is the father of your child, and you're wondering if he's ever going to step up, or if he's just going to be a deadbeat for all of her life."

"What is he afraid of?"

"Responsibility."

"Why?"

"Maura, I think that what he's really afraid of is losing her. It's easier for him not to get involved, than it is for him to get attached and lose her."

"Lose her?"

"Have something happen to her."

"Doesn't every parent worry about that?"

"Yes. I think he's also a little bit afraid that he'll get attached to her, and that you'll take her away from him.

"Take her away? Where? I'm not going anywhere. My life is here. My job is here. Her only real family is here."

"Maybe he should hear that from you."

"He never speaks to me. I don't want to argue with him. I just..."

"You just what? What do you want, Maura?"

"I want him to talk to me."