She opens the folder. She takes out two pictures, and a piece of paper. She places the paper in the middle. She turns it around, for them to see. They study the evidence before them, in disbelief. Vince stares at Jane, and then at the pictures. Frost looks at her.
"Are these real?" Barry questions innocently.
She nods solemnly.
"Keep going," Vince insists.
January 1st 2004,
The room has cleared out. Everyone has gone home, to sleep, or shower, or eat. Jane finds a sense of relief, that she is finally alone. The knock at the door, makes her groan.
"Come in," she responds.
A doctor comes into the room. He stops when he reaches her bedside. She stares at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Jane, I'm Doctor Matthews."
"Hi."
"I wanted to talk to you."
"When can I get out of here?"
"It's going to be a few days, maybe a week."
"I feel fine. I just want to go home."
"You're not ready to go home, just yet."
"I'm fine."
"We need to make sure that your injuries are healing properly."
"I'm sure that they can heal at home."
"I need to talk to you, about some of your test results."
"What test results?"
"It appears that you're anemic. While you're here we're going to be giving you an iron supplement. When you go home I'm going to send you home with some vitamins."
"Can this wait? I'm really tired."
"I understand that you're a cop."
"Yes," she nods, rolling her eyes at the same time.
"I also understand that you have been undercover for some time," he adds.
"Three months," she reveals.
"So then you probably don't know."
"Know what?"
She looks at the two men, sitting before her. She trails off. Vince stares at the evidence before him, refusing to look at her. Frost stares at her, in shock, confusion, and disbelief. She stares back at him, afraid to continue. She looks at the expressions on their faces, and she wants to stop. She doesn't want to have to deal with the looks of disappointment, and disapproval.
Frost notices that she's stopped abruptly. He swallows hard. Obviously the truth was going to hard to face. Not just for her, for all of them. He mentally prepares himself, knowing that it won't be enough. He takes a moment, and then asks the burning question.
"Know what?"
She exhales. She then casts her glance to the piece of paper on the center of the table. She rubs the scars on her hands. Korsak notices this. Frost feels his insides churning. She only did that when she was nervous, or it was about to rain. It wasn't going to rain today. There was surprisingly low humidity. Finally she begins to speak again.
She furrows her brow in confusion. He stares back at her, with a look of pity. He says nothing in response to her question.
"Know what?" she repeats.
"I don't really know how to tell you this."
"Are you a real doctor?" she interrupts him.
"I am an intern."
"So you don't really know what you're doing?"
"I still have things to learn, if that is what you mean."
"I don't know if I'm comfortable having you as my doctor."
"That's fine, if you decide that, but there is something that I think we need to discuss."
"Now? We have to do it now?"
"I think that it is best that we do it while your friends aren't here. You may need their support, but I don't think that you want them here for our conversation."
"What conversation?"
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Then, will you answer mine?"
"Answer mine first," the young doctor insists arrogantly.
"Fine."
"You've been deep undercover. In that time have you partaken in any..."
"No. I have not used drugs, in the time that I have been undercover. Some cops may be rogue, but I am not."
"What about alcohol?"
"I don't drink when I'm undercover. It can lead to vulnerability, and vulnerability is not something that you can afford, when you're undercover. Not that it matters now, because I blew it."
"Do you smoke?"
"No, why are you asking me all of this?"
"I just want to know about an teratogens that you may have been exposed to. What about caffeine?"
"I drink coffee. I don't have much of a choice, if I want to stay awake. What is a teratogen?"
"It is an agent that has the potential to cause birth defects. Are you on any medications?"
"No."
"Why are you asking about something that has to do with birth defects? Why is it relevant?"
"You don't know."
"Know what?"
"This is the first time I've had to do this. I guess that I should have explained this more clearly, and concisely."
"Obviously. Will you tell me what's going on, please?"
"Yes."
She interrupts him, "How did my x-ray's look?"
"We didn't do any x-rays."
"Isn't that standard procedure?"
"We can treat an injury like it is broken, without having to expose you to teratogens."
"Terato-what? Why do you keep bringing them up? I don't understand."
"Jane, you're pregnant."
"No, I'm not," she argues.
"You're about six weeks along."