By the time she reaches Maura's, Owen is asleep in the backseat. Jane parks the car, and kills the engine. She grabs Owen out of the backseat. She grabs their bags, and carries him up the walkway. She finds Maura's door unlocked, as promised. She flips lights off, as she walks through the house. She reaches one of the many guest bedrooms. The closest one to the door. She drops the bags on the floor, and then gently places Owen on the bed. She grabs a spare blanket off a chair, in the corner of the room. She tucks the blanket around him, and climbs in bed next to him. She slides under the covers, and goes to sleep.

Hours later, she wakes up. She rolls over, and finds Owen still sleeping. She watches him, as he sleeps. He looks like an angel, under a blanket, with lizard pajamas on.

"No, go away," he mumbles in his sleep.

She shakes her head. He was like her. Too much like her. She talked in her sleep too. There was no denying that he was hers. And she still hadn't relayed that to Maura. That promised to be an interesting conversation. She thinks how surprising it is, that Maura hasn't barged into the room yet. She looks up, and finds Maura standing in the doorway. Maura doesn't say a word. Jane carefully gets out of the bed, and moves towards Maura. Maura steps into the hallway. Jane follows. She closes the door behind her. She leaves a crack, just in case.

She follows Maura into the kitchen. Jane takes note of Maura's silk pajamas. Obviously it was still early, or Maura would already be dressed. Finally Maura breaks the silence.

"Coffee?" Maura asks, as she reaches for coffee mugs.

"Please," Jane answers.

Maura pours two cups of coffee. She hands Jane one, and takes one for herself. She leans against the counter, and stares at Jane, trying to will her to speak. It doesn't work.

"Did you kidnap a kid?" Maura questions.

"No."

"So you're not hiding out, because you're a fugitive?"

"No."

"Why are you here?"

"Someone broke into my apartment last night."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

"Who is he?"

"Who?"

"The boy. Who is he? Why do you have him?"

"His name is Owen."

"I understand that much. Who is he?"

"He's my son," Jane reveals.

"Excuse me? You're kidding right? Jane you don't have a son."

"I do," Jane corrects.

"No, you don't. I think that is something you would mention. I mean he has to be what, six?"

"Seven. He just turned seven."

"Why didn't I know?"

"I never told anyone."

"You never told anyone? Why not?"

"I might as well tell you the whole story."

"Please."

"I was working undercover with DCU," she begins.

"Ok."

"I was trying to catch a drug dealer. I mean we're talking big time. Moving millions, and millions of dollars of products a day."

"Ok."

"Some of the other people I was working with posed as buyers. They wanted someone on the inside, so they chose me."

"Ok."

"I didn't exactly fit in. So I did what I could, to get the information that I needed."

"Meaning?"

"If you want to take an operation down, you go to the source. I got close to the guy in charge. Nicholas."

"The man in my morgue?" Maura attempts to clarify.

"Yes."

"How close?"

"I went too far. I over committed to my role."

"Ok."

"One night, he told me that he knew I was a cop. I woke up with a gun to my head. He told me he knew because if I were a civilian I would be panicking, but I wasn't. We had an argument, and I left. On my way to the precinct I was in a car accident. All of my evidence was stolen. I woke up in the hospital."

"How does this related to that?"

"I'm getting there. After all my visitors left, my doctor came in. He informed me that I was pregnant," Jane replies.

"Oh."

"By a drug kingpin. I decided to leave Boston. He had it out for me, and I thought that it was the only way I would be safe. I thought that I was safe. After I had Owen, one night I got a phone call, that he was watching me. I thought he followed me. I knew that with his resources there was no way I could keep Owen safe. I decided that the only way, was to give Owen up for adoption. I didn't hear from him, for a while. But then he found Owen. They had to move at least every three months," Jane adds.

"How did Nick end up dead?"

"Owen's adoptive mother killed him, so that he would leave them alone."

"Why was someone in your apartment?"

"Owen woke me up, and told me that someone who looked like Nick was looking in my window, at him. I thought that he was just having a bad dream. Then I heard someone in the apartment."

"Jane that's not possible. I did the autopsy," Maura reminds her.

"Tell me about his feet."

"His feet? Why do you want to know about his feet?"

"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

"No. Should I have?"

"I shot him in the foot, almost eight years ago."

"There was nothing. The man on my table had never been shot in the foot."

"Are we really saying that Nick could still be alive?"

"Jane, that's what you're saying," Maura corrects.

"How am I supposed to protect him?"

"Jane?"

"Yes, Maura."

"You should have told me."

"I know."

"You have a son."

"I know."

"Now what?"

"She killed herself."

"I heard," Maura admits.

"She left him to me."

"Oh. How..."

"I don't know if I can do this. I don't know how to take care of him. I don't know how to protect him."