Jane changes the subject, "The good news is, that Frost is tracking down a lead, about baby Miley."
"Why are you changing the subject?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Then why did you bring it up?"
"This has just been a really bad day," she admits.
"Jane, you have too much on your plate, to keep this all to yourself."
"Remember, how I told you about all the things that Abbie told me?"
"Yes," she nods.
Jane pulls a folded piece of paper out of a pocket inside her blazer. She hands it to Maura. Maura unfolds it. She turns around, and places it on the table. She studies it closely. She looks at Jane, and then back at the picture.
"Oh."
"What do I do?"
Maura takes look at the picture, and then at Jane's disappointed face. She folds the picture back up. She hands it to Jane.
"We're going to be here, all weekend. Take a break, go kiss your kids," Maura suggests.
"I want to find that little girl."
"I know. But if we're here all weekend, you're really going to miss yours."
Jane nods.
Twenty minutes later Frost makes his way to autopsy. Maura hears him coming, but doesn't stop what she's doing. She continues the task at hand, as he enters the room. He looks at her, and furrows his brow.
"I thought that Jane was down here."
"She was, I sent her home."
"For the night? We need her. Everyone is putting in overtime on this."
"No, just long enough to tell her kids goodnight. I think that this case is really hitting home for her, you know. A missing baby, not much older than her own. It has to be hard for her."
"I didn't even think about that. It's so weird. It's hard to adjust to the fact that she's a mother. I've know her for so long, that sometimes I forget things change. I mean, Jane rarely does..."
"But sometimes life surprises us all," Maura comments.
"Yeah."
"So would you like to hear any of my findings?"
"Of course," he nods, only looking at the body on the table, for a moment.
"I haven't gotten very far, but there are things that I haven't found."
"For example?"
"No unusual fluid in the lungs, or fibers in the nostrils, or throat."
"So you're saying he wasn't drowned, or suffocated?"
"That is what I'm saying."
Jane tiptoes through the door. She sees her mother on the couch, illuminated by the glow of the TV. She quietly makes her way to the couch. She peeks over the side of the couch. She finds Angela snuggled up on one end, and Abbie on the other. August sleeps in Angela's arms. As he sleeps his sucks on a blue pacifier.
"You home for the night?" Angela questions opening her eyes.
"No. I just wanted to see them," Jane tells her.
Angela holds the baby out. Jane takes him, from her mother's arms. She holds him close. She smells his forehead. The scent of a freshly bathed baby. He's warm, and sleepy. She kisses his forehead. He opens his eyes for a moment, but quickly closes them. She returns him to her mother. She moves around to the other side of the couch. She bends down, and kisses Abbie's cheeks.
"You should get back to work," Angela tells her.
"Thanks, for watching them, Ma."
"No thanks necessary. I get to spoil them, and squeeze them, and then send them home with you. It's perfect."
"I am glad that you enjoy it."
"We're fine, drive safe," her mother shoos her.
Jane nods, and heads for the door. She gets into the car, and turns up the radio, in an attempt to drown out her own thoughts.
When she returns to PD, she finds food on her desk. Frost looks up at her, as she enters the room.
"We ordered food. I thought you might be hungry."
"Thanks," she forces a weak smile. She sits down at the desk. She catches a whiff of the sub, and attempts to subdue the urge to vomit. She takes the sub, and gets up from her desk.
"Where are you going?" Frankie asks.
"I'm going to see if Maura wants half," she lies, as she leaves the room.
She makes a beeline for the bathroom, and pitches the sub in the toilet. When she finishes she finds her way to Maura's office. She's there for ten minutes, before Maura joins her. Maura opens the door, and finds Jane sitting in her chair.
She doesn't say a word. She simply takes a seat on the other side of the desk. Jane rests her head on the desk.
"Tired?"
"Exhausted," Jane admits.
"Hungry?"
"Not even a little bit. They ordered out. I got mine, and threw up."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Jane un-holsters her weapon, and offers it to Maura.
"Shoot me?"
Maura rolls her eyes, and pushes Jane's hand away.
"You have to tell Frost," Maura tells her, while Jane re-holsters her gun.
"I don't even want to think about that, yet."
"You have to, eventually."
"Eventually, but not right now. I have to wait until this case is over."
"I agree."
"How do I even bring it up?"
Maura shrugs, "Don't do it in front of the kids."
"No? Really? My child absorbs anything. I don't say anything that I don't want repeated, in front of her."
"If you want..." Maura begins.
"Not tonight. I want to wait, a little while."
"How long, is a little while?"