Jane walks in the door, as Frost is on the phone with Korsak. He looks at her, and then at the phone.
"I've got to go," he hangs up.
Jane closes the door behind her. She moves towards him, with a serious look on her face.
"So, how did it go?"
"As well as could be expected, I guess."
"Did you find out anything useful?"
"It is not good to have x-rays, while you're pregnant. It is also potentially harmful to drink, while you're pregnant."
"Yes, everyone knows that."
"I was lectured on how dangerous it is."
"You didn't know."
"No, but now, on top of everything else, I feel a hell of a lot guiltier."
"Because?"
"I didn't do it."
"I know. Now, are you going to tell me why?"
"I..."
"Tell me how your appointment went," he begs.
The doctor stares at the screen. She uses tools on the screen to measure. Jane is unable to maintain her stoic vale. She sneaks a peek at the screen. The doctor looks at her.
"I put gestation at nine weeks."
"How sure are you?"
"Plus or minus three days," she reveals.
"Oh, ok."
"You didn't know?"
"No. I just found out, a few days ago," Jane admits.
"Have you been exposed to any teratogens?"
"Any what?"
"Drugs, alcohol, radiation?"
"Oh," Jane's hearts sinks.
"Have you?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I had an x-ray, and..." she trails off, trying to keep herself from crying, "I drank."
"There are some potentially serious effects from that. That, along with your age, make you a high risk pregnancy."
He looks at her, unsure what to say. She looks at him, trying to gauge his reaction. It hits her, that he doesn't understand what she's telling him.
"Do you know what this means?"
"What, what means?"
"I was pregnant, when I was in the hospital," she clarifies.
"I know."
"Frost, I hadn't just gotten pregnant. I was already pregnant."
"What are you saying?"
"I..."
"You're not going to have the abortion?"
"No," she answers.
For the first time, in quite a while, he sees light in her eyes, "No?"
"No," her lips crawl into a smile.
"What did she say about the x on your stomach?"
"I told her it was an old scar, that I got on the job."
"Did she believe you?"
"No, but she didn't push."
"You're going to have the baby?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Are you sure."
"Yes."
"Ok."
"You still don't understand, do you?"
"Understand what?"
"I am three weeks farther along, than I thought."
"What?"
"Do you know what that means?"
"No," he shakes his head.
"It means that it is not his."
"Right," he nods.
"It's..."
She sees the wheels in his head start to turn. His eyes meet her, and he smiles at her.
"Mine?"
"Yours," she smiles.
"Jane, are you sure?"
"Yes," Jane nods, in confirmation.
"Oh."
"It changes everything."
"Does it?" he questions.
"What do you mean?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Do you really want a baby right now? Or ever?"
"I..."
"Jane, do you have any idea what this is going to do to your career? You can't work all the time, if you have a baby."
"You don't want a baby," she realizes that.
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. Maybe you should just go."
"Jane, no. You're going to listen."
"Fine," she takes a seat, on the couch.
"Is this what you really want?"
"Yes."
"This baby may..."
"And if there is something wrong with the baby, then it's my fault."
"I didn't say that, either."
"But it would be. And, I wouldn't ask you to stay. I am not asking you to stay, now. I am just letting you know. I'm pregnant. It's yours, and I'm keeping it."
"You're one hundred percent sure?"
"Yes," she answers.
"I'm going to need some time, to think."
"Ok. I understand," she responds, calmly.