Closure

James put his beer on the coffee table and got up to answer the door. He was surprised to see Jess; and even more surprised to see her as calm as she was.

"Come in."

She stepped inside and waited for him to close the door before she spoke. "Why now? Why after two years do you want to know Joe?"

"He's my kid."

"You don't know that."

"He could be. And if he is he should know his father."

"That depends."

"Depends on what?"

"On what kind of man his father is?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the night we made that baby. I don't remember it."

"It's a blur to me too. We were drunk."

"You were drunk. But I never black out, ever. So why did I that time?"

"…Wait a minute. Are you saying you think I drugged you?"

"Did you?"

"No!"

"Why should I believe you?"

"You're a freaking F.B.I. agent for crying out loud. Can't you tell when someone is telling you the truth? I did not do anything wrong that night. And yes I know I shouldn't have just fled the next morning, but when I woke up I remembered I never told my wife I would be "working late" that night. I had to get home to her. I tried to wake you up first, but you were out of it. I'm sorry, but I did not drug you. You believe me, right?"

"For now. Sit." She pointed to the couch and then proceeded to question him as she paced across his living room. She asked him every question she could think of about his life. The entire "interrogation" lasted forty minutes.

"And that's about it," he said. "Do you want my blood type too?"

"We don't need blood to do this." She pulled out a ziplock bag from her purse. In it was a long q-tip.

"What the hell is that?"

"I need to swab the inside of your mouth for D.N.A. This is what will tell us if you are my son's dad."

xxxx

The next day went as usual, with the exception of Jess popping into Devin's office every half hour to ask him if he got the paternity results back.

"Yes. They are finally in. Thank God," Devin said relieved he would be freed from incessant nagging. "He is not the father."

xxxx

"He's not the father," Jess told her husband when she came home.

"That is great, so we're done with him for good, right?"

"I told him. He took it well and he promised to leave us alone. I was so relieved. I don't know what I would have done if he were the father."

"It's over. Now, are there any other secrets between us that need to be resolved?"

"That's about it." She never did tell him she suspected James had drugged her, but since it was over there was no reason to delve into that.