"He may not even be, his."
"What are you talking about? We already know that he is."
"I haven't had the chance to talk to you," she admits.
"About what?" Frost questions.
"I received a letter from the courier."
"What did it say?"
"That I should rerun the test."
"And did you?"
"I did."
"What did it say?"
"That it's not Hoyt."
"That's great news."
"The courier has a degree in computer science."
"So?"
"I don't know if I was hacked before, or if I was hacked, last time."
"So you don't know if the test results are accurate, or not."
"Exactly. I sent out a second sample, to another lab."
"And what did it say?"
"It hasn't come back yet."
"So have you run his DNA against other databases?"
"I have."
"Have you come up with anything?"
She nods, and pulls out her phone. She pushes a few keystrokes, and shows it to him.
The nurse approaches Jane. She smiles, kindly. She looks at the baby, and then at Jane.
"He looks like you," she comments.
"Thank goodness."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a good thing that he doesn't look like..."
The nurse cuts her off, "Your husband isn't bad looking."
"My husband? I'm not married."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I just assumed, because he's in here so much."
"Who?"
The nurse looks up, and finds Frost standing in the window. She waves at him.
"Him," she answers.
Jane looks up, "He's just my partner."
"Oh."
Jane chooses not to clarify.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."
"It's ok," Jane tells her.
"So, I probably shouldn't assume that he's the father, either, then, should I?"
"What did he say?"
"He dodges my questions, for the most part," she admits.
"Oh."
"I think I am going to go work on my charting, just let me know, if you need anything."
"Ok," Jane nods.
Frost comes into the nursery. He smiles at Jane, holding the baby.
"What are you doing here? I thought that you went home."
"I did, but I came back. Why are you here, shouldn't you be at work?"
"It's five thirty."
"You never get off that early."
"I did, today."
"Why? You knew that I went home," Jane points out.
"I have other people to see, here."
"Are you getting attached?" Jane wonders.
"Are you?"
"Answer the question," Jane insists.
"Would it be the end of the world, if I said that I was?"
"No, I guess not. Have you been flirting with the nurses?"
"No."
"They have gotten the impression that you are my husband."
"I never said that," he argues.
"And that you're his father. Why, I don't know. He looks nothing like you, and despite the obvious."
"The obvious? What would that be?"
"He's white."
Frost laughs, "The nurse yesterday, said she had seen whiter babies, be black."
"What?!"
"She just meant, that they get darker, when they get older."
"So she just assumed, because you were in here, holding him?"
He shrugs, "I guess. Can I have him?"
Jane gently pats the, now, sleeping baby's back. "No."
"Are you getting attached?"
"Did Maura tell you, what she found out?"
"Yes," Frost answers.
"I think that he's just screwing with her."
"I know, so do I," Frost admits.
"I feel completely drained."
"Oh, your mother was asking about you."
"What did you tell her?"
"I didn't tell her anything."
"Maura lied to her."
"So, seriously, can I have him?"
"No," Jane refuses.
"Jane?"
"Hmm?"
"Talk to me."
"No," she answers, feeling the urge to cry.
"Why not?"
"Because I can't," she argues, breaking eye contact, looking away.
"You can talk to me," he tells her.
"Whatever Maura finds out, doesn't really matter," she begins.
"Since when? It's been all that has mattered to you, lately."
"I don't care anymore. I had these terrible nightmares."
"Oh."
"And... it made me realize something," she reveals, as the tears start to trickle down her face.
"What's that?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Why, not?"
"Because he's mine," she responds.
"What are you saying?"