She's sitting on the couch, in his hotel suite. His tongue is down her throat, when her phone starts ringing. She takes a look at the phone, and silences it. He comes up for air.

"Someone important. If it is, then just answer it. Is it work?"

"No. It's not."

Her phone rings again.

"You should probably answer," he suggests.

"It's fine. I am just out past curfew."

"Curfew. It's only eleven o'clock," he looks at his watch, "Besides, who imposes your curfew?"

Before she can answer her phone is ringing again. She silences it, again.

"Who is it? Your husband?" he inquires.

"No, I'm not married," she reminds him.

"Your boyfriend?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Girlfriend?"

"No."

"Your partner? The one that you were telling me about?"

"No, it was Allison."

"Allison? Who is Allison?"

Before she can filter the thought, the words spill out of her mouth, "She's my daughter."

"Your daughter? I didn't know that you had a daughter. You didn't mention her."

"Oh, I must have forgotten. I meant to tell you, it's just... you are very good at distracting me."

"I'd like to meet her."

"I don't know if we're there yet."

"Maura, I am serious about what I said yesterday. We're soul mates. You are the woman I've been waiting for, all these years. I want to be in your life. I want to meet your daughter."

"I am not sure if she is willing to meet you."

Her phone buzzes, again. She silences it, again.

"How old is she?" he quizzes.

She looks at her phone, as she turns it on to silent.

"Maura?"

"Huh?"

"How old is she? Obviously she is old enough to use a telephone. Six? Seven?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Ten?"

"No."

"Twelve?"

"Nope."

"Maura, how old is your daughter?"

Her phone lights up, again. "Can you hold on to that thought? It's Allison again. It must be something important."

"Ok," he agrees.

"Hello?" she answers her phone.

"Why haven't you been answering me?"

"Jane? Why are you calling me on Allison's phone?"

"Mine is dead."

"Why are you with Allison?"

"Because she isn't feeling good. We're in the hospital. She wants you to get over here. She needs you, Maura."

"The hospital, why? What's going on?"

"She started having a nosebleed, about an hour ago. She couldn't get it to stop. Then it started coming out of both nostrils. They have her hooked up to an I.V., and they're transfusing her, right now."

"Ok. Give me a few minutes, I'm on my way," she promises. She hangs up, and looks at Trent.

"Something wrong?" he wonders.

"Yes. Allison is in the hospital. I have to go meet her there."

"What's wrong?"

"It's a nosebleed. She's lost a lot of blood, and they had to give her a transfusion."

"That sounds pretty serious. Does that happen a lot?"

"No, why?"

"No reason," he pushes the thought from his mind.

"Why?"

"I had a sister, who died of A-L-L. One of the first things we saw with her, was uncontrollable nosebleeds. How old is she?"

"I wish I had known that earlier."

"Earlier? Why?"

"I could have been prepared."

"Prepared, I don't understand."

"Look, I'll explain later. I've got to go to the hospital."

"Wait, I want to go with you," he offers.

"No. Now is not a good time to meet her."

"You think me being there will upset her?"

"Yes," Maura nods.

"Why?"

She stops, at the door. Her hand rests on the door handle. She pulls the door open. She shakes her head.

"Because she's twenty-one," she replies, walking out the door.

As she walks out the door, she doesn't turn, to look back. She rides the elevator alone, in silence. She walks to her car. As she turns the engine on, it hits her, like a ton of bricks. The engine hums. The car remains in park. She doesn't turn, to put her seatbelt on. She leans forward. She places her head against the steering wheel. For the first time, in a long time she feels it all.

The tears trail down her face. A life, full of mistakes. Giving in, when she needed to fight. Holding on to all the wrong things. Fighting for dreams that had never been her own. She had come to be defined by her job. The truth was, she was. She had allowed it to become who she was. She didn't deserve a second chance.

She takes a deep breath, and leans back, in her seat. She looks at her purse, on the seat next to her. She reaches for her phone. She knocks the purse onto the floor. The contents spill all over the place. She reaches down, trying to clean up her mess. She stops cold, she reaches her wallet. She opens the wallet, and flips to the back. She stares at a two by two picture. She stares at the picture, in silence.

The smiling face, of a girl, of six stares back at her. A little girl, with her smile, and her laugh. There was no denying she had screwed up. She had never been the mother that her daughter needed. And now... she might not get the chance to fix it. The thought of losing that... she shakes the thought. She places the picture back inside of her wallet. She wipes her eyes, and puts the car into drive.