Maura finally convinces Jane to go to work. Around noon Maura comes up from the morgue. She leans up against Jane's desk as Jane types furiously.
"Hungry?"
"Maura I'm not hungry. Leave me alone," she snaps.
"Fine. I'm going to lunch. Would you like me to bring you back something?"
"No. Maura leave me alone," she insists.
"Fine," Maura gives up, and heads for the door.
On her way out of the building she bumps into Jane's mother.
"Where are you going?" Angela questions.
"I'm headed to lunch."
"Jane isn't going with you?"
"No, she's in a terrible mood."
"I was going to go see if she wanted to go to lunch with me."
"I wouldn't suggest it."
"That bad huh?"
"Yeah," she answers.
"In that case, do you think that I could join you for lunch?"
"Sure."
After they order Maura drills Angela about what could be bothering Jane.
"Look I can't tell you. You need to ask Jane."
"I have, and she won't tell me."
"She'll kill me if I tell you."
"She wouldn't."
"No. She really would kill me if I told you, and no one would ever find the body, and if on the off chance that they did there is no way they'd be able to identify me."
"Please," Maura begs.
"I can't tell you," she argues.
"Just give me a hint," Maura begs.
Angela purses her lips. She grabs her purse and riffles through it. She pulls something out, she looks at it for a few moments, and then hands it to Maura. Maura studies the picture.
"A picture of Jane as a baby?"
The waiter brings the check.
"Show her the picture. I can't make any promises, but if you ask her about it, she'll have a hard time not answering."
"Ok," Maura agrees.
Finally the day is over, Jane finds Maura waiting on her next to her desk when she returns from the bathroom.
"Maura leave me alone."
"I thought that I could buy you a drink?"
"Fine," she huffs.
They reach the bar, and Maura orders them both drinks. Jane has gotten a couple of drinks in her when Maura pulls the picture out of her purse. She slides it across the table.
"Where did you get this?" Jane quizzes.
"Does it matter?"
"Maura where did you get this?"
"Why are you getting so upset? She said you would get upset. I should have listened."
"Who said that?"
"No one," Maura lies.
"You can't lie," Jane warns.
"Fine, your mother gave it to me."
"I'm going to kill her."
"Jane, please just talk to me. Why are you getting so upset about this picture? Isn't it just a baby picture of you?"
"It's not me," Jane answers.
"So who is it?"
"Maura there are a lot of things that you don't know about me."
"Like what?"
"Where do I start?"
"At the beginning," Maura suggests.
"Maura this isn't really any of your business."
"You'll feel better if you tell me."
"No I won't. Nothing is going to make me feel better."
"Just tell me what's bothering me, then I'll leave you alone."
"No you won't, you'll just badger me even more."
"Please Jane. I'm just trying to be a friend."
"You're not doing a very good job at it. I tell you to stay out of it, and you put yourself in the middle of it."
"Jane, please just tell me. It can't be that bad."
"You want to know the real reason that I decided to go to the academy instead of a four year college?"
"I thought that it was because you didn't want your father to break his back to pay for it."
"That was only part of it, but it wasn't the deciding factor."
"So what was?"
"His name was Ryan."
"You let a guy decide for you?"
"Not exactly."
"So what happened?"
"I really liked him. We had been together for about six months. My mother and I had an argument one night, and so I left. He picked me up. I was ticked because my mother told me that he was a loser, and that it would never work. So just to spite her we drove to Atlantic City and eloped."
"You got married? Just to make your mother angry?"
"I thought that if she was going to be angry she should have a better reason."
"So you ran off and got married?"
"I was eighteen years old, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Obviously it didn't work."
"I hate to admit this, but my mother was absolutely right."
Maura interrupts, "Wait why was your mother angry in the first place? She just didn't like him, or what?"
"She had her reasons. In hind sight she was probably justified."
"What were her reasons?"
"She was pissed because she thought that he got me pregnant," she admits.
"Excuse me?"