"We should go."
"Go? Go where?"
"To the hospital. I don't want to waste anytime. I'll get tested now. If I'm a match," he begins to ramble.
She looks up at him. He stops. He looks into her eyes, and smiles. He reaches for her hand. He squeezes it.
"Everything is going to be ok, Maura," he promises it.
"You don't know that."
"You're worried?"
"For selfish reasons," she admits.
"Tell me about it," he insists.
"If something happens to her... it will be my fault."
"No," he shakes his head.
"I'll never get the chance to try and fix it."
"Fix what?"
"The mess I've made. I was never a mother to her. My best friend didn't even know about her. I never told anyone, until the other day. I failed as a parent. I made every possible mistake. I know that I can never get back the time that I lost, but I just hoped that I could have a second chance, with her. A chance, to make everything right."
"Don't give up so soon."
"You said that your sister died."
"It was a long time ago. Things are different now. We'll do whatever we have to, to save her."
"And if it's not enough?"
"We'll do more."
"And if we can't?"
"We will," he promises.
"Are you sure about this? I just dropped a bomb on you, and..."
"I always wondered why you disappeared. I wondered if I had done something, to make you never want to speak to me again. There was always this nagging feeling, that told me I was the reason you left."
"You were," she admits.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" she questions.
"Taking advantage of you."
"Taking advantage of me? You didn't," she reassures him.
"You..."
She cuts him off, "I assure you, that you didn't make me do anything, that I didn't want to."
"I got you pregnant. I ruined your life."
She shakes her head, "No. You didn't," she chuckles.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You sound like Allison."
"How?"
"She thinks that she ruined my life, too."
"Did she?"
"No."
"What's she like?" he wonders.
"A moody college student."
"Ah, I see."
"I should really get back to her," she checks her watch.
"I want to go with you. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Ok," she agrees.
Maura walks into Allison's room. She waits for her to come out of the bathroom. When she comes out of the bathroom, she's fully dressed in street clothes.
"Good, you're just in time to take me home."
"You're getting discharged?"
"Yep."
"Allison, have a seat," Maura instructs.
Allison takes a seat on the bed.
"What?" she questions.
"He wants to meet you."
"Who?"
"Trent."
"Excuse me?" Allison raises an eyebrow.
"I told him about you."
"I don't want to meet him."
"He's downstairs, right now, getting tested."
"I don't think that I want to meet him."
"Please," Maura begs.
"Why should I?"
"Because he would like to meet you."
"You're so naive."
"Naive?"
"He doesn't care anything about me. He just wants in your pants. He's feigning interest, to gain your trust, and affection."
"When did you become such a cynic?"
"I'm serious."
"I am not naive. That is not why he wants to meet you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Maura lies.
"I don't think that it's a good idea."
"What harm does it do?"
"It will cause irreparable damages."
"It will not."
"I don't want to meet him."
"That's too bad."
"Why?"
"Because I told him that he could come meet you."
"I did not agree to that."
"He's your father," Maura points out.
"No. He's not. That title has to be earned."
"Really? So what does that make me?"
"Maura."
"Maura? Really, that's it."
"Maura Isles, Medical Examiner."
"Is that really how you feel?"
"You're going to have to do a lot of work, if you want to earn any other titles."
"Ok. Tell me what I have to do."
"First of all," Allison trails off, abruptly.
Maura follows her line of sight. Her eyes fall on a tall, muscular man, standing in the door way. She smiles at him. He stands, frozen, in the doorway. He doesn't say a word. Allison stares at him. She looks at him, and then to Maura. Maura simply nods in confirmation. Allison redirects her attention to the figure in her doorway. He stares her. He grins, from ear to ear. Finally, he breaks the silence.
"May I come in?"
"Slowly," Allison agrees reluctantly.
He stops, when he reaches the end of her bed. He reaches out his hand.
"Hi, Allison, I'm Trent Logan."
She shakes his hand. "I know who you are," she replies coldly.
"If you'd like for me to go, I can. I just thought that since I was here, I would stop in, and meet you."
"That was unnecessary. I did not need to meet you."
"Allison," Maura hisses.
"It's true, I didn't. I am not looking for a father. I am not looking for prince charming. I am not looking for anything, but a donor. And, I do not need to meet my donor. I prefer that he, or she be completely anonymous."
"I'll leave, then."