Maura stands in the autopsy room examining a body. She wears her black scrubs. Her hair is secured in a French braid. With a gloved hand she scrapes evidence out from underneath the victim's fingernails. She hears the doors swing open, but doesn't look up. She recognizes the sound of the footsteps, and continues to examine the body.
Jane stops on the opposite side of the table. She gathers her hands in front of her, and clears her throat. Maura continues to ignore her. She places the fingernail scrapings into an evidence container.
"Maura?"
"What?" She looks up at her.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Judging by the look on your face I would guess that it is lunchtime."
"You're guessing that by the look on my face? You aren't basing that assumption on my growling stomach?"
"Can it wait?"
"It is lunch time, and I am hungry, but that isn't why I'm here."
"Then why are you here?"
"It's time for you to leave," Jane reminds her.
"Leave?"
"Maura you have to pick Gabe up from the airport."
Maura peels off her gloves, and carefully studies the face of her watch. She scrubs her hands, and heads into her office. She changes out of her scrubs into street clothes. Jane waits for her outside of her office. After ten minutes she finally exits the office into the hallway. Jane furrows her brow in confusion.
"What are you wearing?"
Maura looks down at her ensemble, "Clothes."
"You're wearing pants," Jane points out.
"Women have been wearing pants since…"
Jane cuts her off, "You usually don't wear pants."
"They are comfortable."
"And you rarely choose clothes based on comfort."
Maura ignores this comment, and makes a beeline for the elevator. Jane remains silent on their elevator ride. The elevator doors open, and Korsak is standing on the other side. He studies Maura closely. She wears a pair of charcoal slacks, and a printed blouse. He smiles genuinely.
"Nice to see you out of the basement," he comments.
"I have to go to the airport."
"Right," he nods.
Jane follows Korsak into the squad room as Maura leaves the building. Korsak retires to his desk without saying a word.
"What?" Jane leans over his desk.
"Nothing."
"You're thinking something," she points out.
"I was just wondering," he admits.
"Wondering what?"
"Has she told him yet?"
"Told who what?"
"Told the kid."
"Gabe?"
"Has she told him yet?"
"Told him about what?"
"About the thing that is completely unavoidable."
"It's not really any of my business."
"She hasn't told him yet, has she?"
"No."
"When is she planning on telling him?"
"I would hope that she would lead with that when she picks him up from the airport."
"How far along is she now?"
Jane shrugs, "Like six months."
"How is she going to explain it to him?"
"I don't know. She hasn't discussed it with me."
"She tells you everything."
"She refuses to talk to me about it."
"Why?"
"She doesn't agree with my position on the matter."
"What position is that?"
"I think that she should tell them both the truth."
She waits nervously at baggage claim. She finds Gabe running towards her. She greets him with a hug. The baggage carousel begins moving. He waits next to her as they watch for his bag. He grabs his bag, and follows her out of the airport. She leads him into the parking lot. Once they're in the car she tries to figure out how to break the silence.
"Mom?"
She places the key in the ignition. Hearing that word in reference to her, still catches her off guard. It takes a moment to realize that he's talking to her. After several seconds she finally looks over at him.
"Yes, Gabe?"
"Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look worried."
"I'm fine," she reassures him.
"Is there something on your mind?"
"There is something that I want to talk to you about."
"Okay," he agrees.
"How is your dad?"
"Fine. Why?"
"And…"
He cuts her off, "Everyone is fine."
"Are you doing okay?"
"Yes," he insists.
"Okay."
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"There is something that I need to tell you," she admits.
"Mom I already know."
"You don't even know what I was going to say," she argues.
"You should have told me before you hugged me," he points out.
"Oh," her heart sinks.
"You're having a baby?"
"Yes," she confirms.
"Okay."
"Okay? That's it?"
"Yes," he growls.
"I would appreciate if…"
"I don't really want to talk about it right now."
"We have to talk about it at some point."
"Why didn't you tell me the last time I was here?"
"You were just getting adjusted to everything else. You have been through a lot of changes in the past few months. Your dad got married, and they're getting ready to have a baby. I just thought that it would be best to wait to tell you."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes," she agrees as she puts the car into gear.
"Is there something else you want to tell me?"
She backs the car out of the parking spot. "For example?"
"You're not married," he reminds her.
"No, I'm not."
"It takes two people to make a baby."