"Jane can I ask you something?"
She nods, in agreement.
"Why did you get so angry at Maura for what you thought that she did?"
"I thought she violated my trust."
"Why does it matter?"
"You're my partner," she points out.
"But you don't want me, so it should be a non-issue. I am not saying that it would have been alright, but I just want to know why you got so angry."
She purses her lips, and thinks for a moment, before she answers, "Maybe because I don't want anyone else to have you, either."
He furrows his brow, "What is that supposed to mean? You don't want me, but no one else can have me, either? Come on."
"You know what, never mind."
"Jane what is your problem, lately?"
"You."
"Me?'
"And Maura. My best friend slept with both of my brothers. My best friend completely obliterated my trust in one foul swoop."
"This isn't really about her, is it?"
"I just said that it was," she insists.
"Why are you lying to me? Why don't you try telling me what is really going on with you?"
"Because you don't want to know," she insists.
"You are my partner, of course I want to know."
"Frost this isn't the place to discuss this."
"Where is the place?"
"Not here," she insists.
"You should talk to Maura, don't you think?"
"About what?"
"Tell her that we didn't sleep together."
"I think I should let her wallow in her guilt a little bit longer."
"Why are you being so mean to her?"
"I don't know," she admits.
"Go tell her the truth. I can wait."
Jane finds that Maura has been released from the hospital. She finds her at her house, lying on the couch. Jane takes a seat on the arm of the couch. Maura mutes the TV, and sits up to look at her.
"What are you doing here? I didn't think that you were speaking to me."
"I wasn't."
"I didn't think you were going to speak to me again."
"I wasn't."
"Then why are you here?"
"Because we're all human, and we make mistakes."
"You make mistakes? This is the first time that I am hearing you admit this," Maura responds, cruelly.
"Everyone makes mistakes, even me."
"Jane why are you here? I am not feeling well enough to deal with your mood."
"I came to tell you something."
"What is that?"
"Did your doctor tell you that you have post-concussive syndrome?"
"Yes, but it doesn't really excuse my behaviors."
"He let you come home?"
"He said I couldn't be alone. Your mother is just doing laundry, don't worry she didn't leave me alone."
"Good."
"Jane he told me that, so why are you here? When I saw you earlier you hated my guts."
"I still do, a little bit."
"What changed?"
"I talked to Frost."
"Oh. I can't imagine how that would make you hate me less."
"Because you may have post-concussive syndrome, but he doesn't. He is still in control of himself."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't sleep with him."
"But..."
"He said you he carried you into his bed."
"And he took my clothes off?"
"Maura you were drunk. You took your own clothes off."
"Oh."
"But he didn't sleep with you."
"It still doesn't make what I did ok."
"No."
"But you're talking to me."
"I still haven't forgiven you," Jane clarifies.
"I understand that will take time."
"A long time."
"Not to change the subject, or anything, but what about Casey?"
"We already had this discussion, or did you forget?"
"I didn't."
"Then why are you asking?"
"What you told him, was it the truth, or not?"
"I told you that it was."
"You haven't mentioned it since. Why is that?"
"Because I don't want to talk about it."
She tosses and turns in her bed that night. She stares out her window, at the moon. She is too consumed in thought to sleep. She wonders if she is ever going to be able to forgive Maura. She questions whether or not she is ever going to forgive herself. She can't help but wonder if she is ever going to be able to share her secret.
She rolls onto her back, and looks at the ceiling. As the thoughts roam around her head, she reaches for her phone. She begins to dial a familiar number, but when she notices the time she decides she shouldn't. And, also, she's too chicken to say anything just yet, or truthfully to say anything at all.