Maura takes Jane into an empty conference room, and locks the door behind them.
"Have a seat," Maura advises.
Jane rolls her eyes, but obeys, sliding into a red, upholstered, chair with wheels on the bottom. Jane purses her lips. She taps her fingers on the table top. Maura looks at Jane, who is, as always, dressed very casually. She's wearing black pants, and a fitted gray t-shirt. Her hair is in a sloppy pony tail.
Jane stares at Maura. She grows increasingly more annoyed with each passing moment of silence. Even on three hours of sleep she could look perfect. Her make-up was flawless, and there wasn't a hair out of place. Of course she was wearing a dress, today's color choice was merlot.
"Maura what do you need to talk to me about?"
"You may want to prepare yourself."
"Prepare myself for what?"
"You should pack a bag," she answers.
"Pack a bag? I'm not going on vacation. Maura we're in the middle of a case."
"You should let Frost worry about it."
"Why?"
"You should be on the next flight."
"The next flight? Where am I going?"
"Maybe I should go with you."
"Go with me where? Where am I going?"
"Indiana."
"Indiana? Why would I want to go to Indiana? There's nothing in Indiana but corn, and the Colts."
"The Colts?"
"The football team."
"Right," Maura nods.
"Why do you want me to go to Indiana?"
"I may have done something I shouldn't have."
"And you want me to help you runaway?"
"No the only person I may need to run from is you," she admits.
"Why? What did you do?"
"Short version, or long version?"
"Whichever will get me out of this room the fastest."
"I did some research, made some calls, and... now you've got to go to Indiana."
"That explains nothing."
"You've got to help out with an investigation."
"What investigation?"
"An FBI investigation."
"What FBI investigation?"
"I may have called in a favor with the FBI."
"Why?"
"I don't really now how to put this..."
"Put what?"
"They've located Ryan Grier," Maura reveals.
Jane's face loses all color. She waits for the punch-line.
"Your flightis already booked."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Jane just go."
"Just go?"
"Just go. I'll take care of everything here."
"I..."
"Don't worry."
"I..."
"Jane, just go."
"What do you know?"
"That's all I know."
"So..."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"I don't want to have to call you, and make you fly to Indiana in the middle of the night," Jane responds.
"Ok," Maura agrees.
In the air Jane displays a multitude of anxious behaviors. First she jiggles her leg. From there she bites her nails. Then she starts tapping her nails on the arm rest. Finally Maura, who is sitting in the seat next to her, the window seat, yanks the earbuds out of her ears. She turns to Jane.
"I know you're anxious, but could you please sit still."
"I'll try."
"Why don't you listen to this?" Maura offers her ipod.
"I'll pass."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Can I stop you?"
"Probably not."
"What's the question?"
"I pictured you as a Patriots fan..."
"I don't know where you're going with this," Jane admits.
"Peyton Manning, he plays for the Indianapolis Colts," Maura replies.
"Yeah? And..."
"Isn't that where you got the name?"
"I...yes," Jane nods.
"After a football player?"
"Can we not go there right now?"
"Absolutely, but I don't think you're going to need me."
"Why? Do you think I'm going to need an anthropologist?"
"No. I don't think that you're going to need anyone."
A voice over head announces, "We will now begin our descent into Indianapolis."
Jane grips the arm rest.
"Jane..."
"Don't say anything," Jane answers.
"Can I say one thing?"
"That depends."
"Jane no matter what we find, or don't find... I'm here for you."
"I should be mad at you, you know that right?"
"I shouldn't have..."
Jane cuts her off, "It's ok."