The following morning she heads over to Maura's house. She contemplates knocking, but tries the door handle first. When she finds that it's unlocked she lets herself into the house. She quietly closes the door behind her, and goes in search of Maura. She looks at her watch, and reassures herself that there is no way Maura is still in bed. Less than an hour earlier the answering service contacted the both of them about a dead body.

"Maura?" She calls out, but elicits no response. She looks at her watch, once again. "Maura hurry up!"

She doesn't get an answer. She moves past the kitchen. She hears a noise coming from the downstairs bathroom. She moves towards the half bath quickly, yet stealthily. She stops when she reaches the doorway. She finds Maura in front of the toilet, on the floor wearing her hair in a fishtail braid. Her dress hangs on the bar meant for the shower curtain. She hugs the toilet in wearing her undergarments, and a slip.

"Maura, are you okay?"

Maura stiffens, upon hearing Jane's voice. She leans back, on her heels. She takes a moment to compose herself, and flushes the toilet. She pushes past Jane to the sink. She quickly brushes her teeth, and rinses her mouth out with mouthwash. She grabs her dress without a single word. She slips it over her head, and silently pulls up the zipper. She turns towards Jane.

"I'm ready to go."

"That's all I get?"

"We should go before anyone contaminates the crime scene."

"Fine," Jane nods.

They're in the car headed to the crime scene. Jane stops at a red light two minutes from the crime scene. She looks over, and notices that Maura looks green around the gills.

"Do you need me to pull over?"

"No, I'm fine. We're almost there."

"There will be talk amongst the department if you throw up at the crime scene."

"I will not throw up at the crime scene."

"How can you be sure?"

"I am immune to crime scene smells."

"Didn't the answering service tell you where we're going?"

"I told them I didn't need to know, because you were picking me up."

Jane accelerates through the green light.

"It is a Chinese restaurant."

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I brought Vick's."

"Maura now would be a good time to tell me what the hell is going on. I can't protect you if I don't know."

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Maura growls.

"If I were guessing, I would say that you're pregnant."

"Interesting guess."

"Is that wrong?" Jane questions as she parks the cruiser. She takes the key out of the ignition, but locks the doors, in an effort to finish the conversation before entering the crime scene.

"I'm fine," she lies.

"You're not fine. What is going on?"

"I slept with my ex-partner."

"I know."

"He is getting married tomorrow. They are having a baby. My son is with them, and absolutely none of this is fair. I want Gabe here with me, all of the time."

"He made his own decision."

"I know, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it."

"You agreed to it."

"I just don't know how this happened."

"You don't like to divulge your secrets, which is how it happened."

"Not what I meant."

"What did you mean?"

"It shouldn't have happened. I didn't want this. I didn't plan this. I certainly did not anticipate this outcome."

"It is a possibility anytime that…"

Maura cuts her off, "No, it's not. We used two forms of birth control."

"Obviously they didn't work."

"We should get out, or they are going to become suspicious."

"Are you going to keep it?" Jane questions as she unlocks the door. Maura looks at her, with a torn look on her face. She pushes her door open, and removes her seatbelt. She shrugs, "I don't know."

Maura leaves her office earlier than usual that night. When Jane reaches the morgue the only person that she finds is Suzy.

"Where's Maura?" Jane questions.

"She went home for the night. We are still waiting on the expanded toxicology report, but it won't be back until morning."

"What are you still doing here?" Jane eyes her suspiciously.

Suzy pulls off her bright yellow rubber gloves, "I am just cleaning up for the night."

"You do know that we have janitors for that, right?"

"The use really strong chemicals to kill all the microbes."

"As they should," Jane nods.

"They have a really harsh smell, especially when you mix in the smell of formaldehyde that seems to overtake the entire morgue."

"I don't understand."

"They gave me a bottle of non-disinfectant cleaner."

"What is the purpose of non-disinfectant cleaner?"

"It neutralizes the other smells we've got going on down here."

"Do you always stay late to make it smell good down here? I've got to say, if you are, it isn't working."

"No, I just don't want Dr. Isle's to get sick anymore."

"Oh."

"She had an episode of emesis earlier, and she narrowly missed me."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing. I didn't ask. She didn't have to say anything. I will just pretend that I didn't notice, until she mentions it."

Jane stops at Maura's on her way home. Angela lets her in the house, and then retreats to the guest house. Jane finds Maura curled up on the couch, underneath a blanket, with her hair in a skank bun, and a half gallon of ice cream, and a table spoon, in front of the television. Jane stops at the end of the couch.

"Can I join you?"

Maura looks over at her, "Okay."

Jane takes a seat next to her. Despite the fact that it is barely eight o'clock Maura is already in her pajamas.

"Do you want some ice cream?"

"No thank you. Are you drowning your sorrows in that ice cream?"

"Maybe," she admits as she places the container on the coffee table, without putting a batch of coasters underneath. Jane raises an eyebrow.

"Does the ice cream help?"

"It is the only food that I have eaten so far today, that hasn't made me feel sick."

"You want to talk about it?"

She breaks eye contact, and shakes her head, "Not yet."