Jane watches, as Owen sleeps, in her chair. She listens to her co-workers.
"So what happened?"
"Kimberly Grant is Mark Farelli's half sister. She married Oscar Grant, and they moved to Ohio. It was just a coincidence that they had applied for adoption. When Mark heard that you might be in Farelli, he did some investigating. He used to be a cop, so it wasn't hard. He tracked down Owen, and Nick made a charitable donation on the behalf of the Grant's to the adoption agency. They were hurting for money, so they gave Owen to them.
Nick didn't want to deal with a baby, or a toddler. He told Kimberly that when Owen was old enough he would come get him. Oscar had no idea. He just wanted a child. He found out, and confronted Nick. He was in a car accident on the way home. By this time Kimberly had grown attached to Owen, and she wasn't going to let him go.
Nick kept badgering her. Finally she agreed. But, it wasn't because she was willing to give him up. She wasn't about to give her son up, to a drug dealer. She knew that Owen was tired of moving, and that he wanted to stay with his friends. She also had information about the birth mother. She happened to stumble upon Jane's picture in the paper, and put two and two together.
Kimberly called Mark, and told him to arrange things. She said that it had to look like a kidnapping, so that Owen wouldn't know, because he would figure it out. But she planned on killing Nick all along. She wanted her life back. She wanted Owen to have a life. So she got Owen back, and she killed Nick. Then when we showed up, and Jane went to the door, she knew that Owen was finally going to be safe. So she shot herself.
It turns out that on her way to kill Nick, she stopped by to see her half brother. Neighbors found his body about an hour ago," Vince sums it up.
Jane looks at them, and then at Owen.
"Go home," Vince insists.
"I have something I need to do first."
"I'm sure that it can wait," Vince argues.
"No, it can't. I got interrupted, and I need to take care of it, or I'll be the next dead body, you find."
"What do you need to do?" Vince wonders.
"Tell my mother."
"I'll watch him," Frost offers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. He's like a mini version of you, and I seem to keep you alive, so I think I'm qualified."
"Ok," she agrees.
She finds herself again, at her mother's doorstep. She knocks on the door. Angela answers the door in her pajamas.
"What are you doing here so late, Jane? It's after eleven."
"I needed to finish that conversation that we started earlier."
"It couldn't wait until morning?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Come in, I guess."
Jane follows her in.
"Have a seat," Angela points to the couch.
"I can't stay."
"What is it that you need to tell me?"
"I haven't been entirely truthful about why I moved away."
"Why did you move away?"
"I got involved with a really bad guy."
"A really bad guy?"
"When I was undercover with DCU. I got involved with one of the people that I was investigating. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm not proud of it. I wish that I could change it."
"Ok?"
"I left, because I was afraid that he would ruin things."
"Things what things?"
"I was afraid of what he might do."
"Jane I don't understand."
"Not to me," Jane clarifies.
"To who?"
"I left because I was pregnant," Jane reveals.
"You were what?"
"I didn't want you to know."
"Why wouldn't you want me to know?"
"Because I couldn't stay, and be safe. I knew you would never let me go, if you knew. I had no choice."
"What were you planning on doing?"
"Having the baby, and never coming home," Jane admits.
"Why did you come home? Did something happen? You don't have a baby."
"That was seven years ago."
"You don't have a seven year old."
"I was at home one night, with the baby, and Nick called me. He was watching me. He followed me to the hotel. I drove all night. I found an adoption agency. I thought that it was the only way to keep him safe."
"You have a child out there in the world, somewhere?"
"No," Jane shakes her head.
"No?"
"Owen is safe, it's all over."
"Owen? The little boy I saw at the grocery store, today?"
"Yes."
"That is your son? My grandson?"
"Yes."
"I thought you said that man was dead," Angela recalls.
"He is."
"What happened?"
"It's a long story. A very long story, and I'm very tired. I will have a few weeks off, so I'll have plenty of time to explain it, though."
"What about Owen? What happens to him? Where is he?"
"He's at the precinct," Jane reveals.
"He's dead?"
"No. Frost is watching him. He fell asleep hours ago."
"You have a son?"
"Yes."
"And you never told me?"
"I never told anyone, until today."
"Who knows?"
"You, Frost, and Korsak, right now."
"And what about Maura?"
"I'll tell her tomorrow."
"Jane are you being serious right now?"
"Yes," she nods.
"Then go home."
She carries the sleeping boy into her apartment. She gently places him on the couch. She stands over him, and watches him as he sleeps. It was eerie how much he looked like her. Dark waves of hair. Of course his is cut shorter than hers. His hair stops just below his earlobes. Dark eyelashes, that go on for miles. Dark brown eyes. Her lips. The ears, and the nose, that had to be from someone else, but for the most part he looked like her. He was hers. The rest of the custody issues would have to be sorted out, but tonight he was home. Finally, she had him back. Finally the missing puzzle piece was returned, and she could breathe a little bit easier, knowing he was safe. She bends down, and kisses his forehead.
"Goodnight, Owen," she whispers.
"Night."
"I'm going to my bed."
"K," he mumbles.