"What are you talking about Jane?"
"The baby," she repeats.
"What baby?"
She sighs, "Follow me," she answers.
He follows her up the stairs, and down the hallway. She takes him into the second door on the right. She flips the light back on.
"Where is the baby?" she repeats.
"I haven't seen a baby. Maybe they didn't have one."
Jane walks over to the dresser in the middle of the wall. She takes the picture frame, and hands it to Korsak.
"They have two other kids maybe..." he tries to reason.
"Everything in here is pink. That is a little girl," she points to the frame.
"So?"
"They've got two little boys. Where is the little girl?"
"I don't know," he admits.
"Then we're going to have to turn the place upside down."
They leave the room. They search every room in the upstairs and find nothing. They head downstairs. Korsak goes towards the basement. Jane looks around downstairs. She looks in every room. She looks in the pantry, and the cabinets but finds nothing. She goes to the entry way. She opens the closet door. She turns on a light and finds coats hanging in front of her. About to give up she squats down, and looks behind the shoes on the floor, under the coats.
Korsak walks up behind her. "I didn't find anything," he reveals.
Jane tosses the shoes out of the closet.
"Don't be angry with me," he insists.
"I'm not," she answers, and she reaches back in the closet. She pulls out a carseat. She picks the carseat up, and steps out of the closet. She places the carseat on the floor. She unfastens the seat belt. She slips off her gloves. She carefully lifts the baby out of the car seat. She immediately notices that the baby feels warm. The sleeping baby grunts. Jane holds the baby in her arms.
"Hi sweetheart," she coos.
"I'll go get Maura, so she can check her out."
"Ok," Jane agrees.
Korsak returns with Maura. Maura takes one look at the baby, and then looks at Jane.
"What do you need me for?"
Jane rolls her eyes, and places the baby in Maura's arms. Maura looks at Jane in discomfort.
"Jane I don't work well with the living, especially when they're this small."
"Just make sure she's ok," Jane insists.
Maura looks the baby over. She assesses her pulse, and respiratory rate.
"Jane she's fine."
Later that day Jane finds herself sitting at her desk, waiting on Maura's call. Frost sits across from her. He notices that something's a little off.
"You're being really quiet today," Frost points out.
"I'm just anxious to get home," she admits.
"She's thinking about babies," Korsak chimes in.
"No I'm not," she lies.
"You're telling me that seeing that little baby didn't make you want to have one?" Korsak questions.
"Nope," she answers honestly.
"You'd make a good mom," Frost adds.
"Thanks, but..."
"Why don't you have any kids Jane?" Korsak questions.
"If you haven't noticed there isn't exactly anyone in my life right now," she replies.
"That doesn't mean there hasn't been in the past."
Jane vacates her seat. She turns to leave. She stops mid-step and adds, "Besides you don't know everything about me."
"Did we offend you?" Frost queries.
"Where are you going?" Korsak inquires.
"I'm going to see what Maura has for me."
In the elevator Jane finds herself consumed with thoughts. When the elevator dings, she's brought back into reality. She steps off the elevator, and heads into the morgue. Her phone buzzes before she reaches the door. She pulls out her phone, expecting a text from Maura. When she flips her phone open she finds a text message from her mother. She opens it as she steps into the morgue.
"Since when does my mother know how to text?" Jane asks herself.
"What?" Maura replies.
"Nothing," Jane answers as she waits on the hour glass to disappear. Finally it does. The text message is actually a picture message.
"Who's it from?" Maura questions.
"My mother."
"Is everything alright?"
"Fine," Jane answers handing Maura the phone.
Maura looks at the screen. She instantly starts smiling.
"She's cute," Maura comments handing the phone back.
Jane looks at the picture of Peyton in her pink dress.
"You're worried?"
"I just want to go home," Jane admits.
"I know."
"I've got so much to do. I have to find a pediatrician, and enroll her in school. I've got to get a bigger apartment. I need to..."
"Don't worry, you'll figure it out."
"Do you think she's ok?"
"Physically?"
"That is your area of expertise."
"Why are you asking? Do you have a specific concern?"
"She's so skinny. I mean I was a skinny kid, but not that skinny."
"How much does she weigh?"
Jane shrugs.
"She's about 59 inches, and 70 pounds, I would guess."
"So..."
"She's a little on the thin side."
"I don't know if she's had any of her immunizations. I don't know how long it's been since she went to school. I don't know what she's seen..."
"Stop. She's going to be fine."
"Today when I saw that baby all I could think about was her. I remember her being that little, and taking it for granted. I've missed over half her life."
"Jane you can't go back. You have to go forward."
"I wish I could."