Jane watches as Maura pushes her salad around her plate. Jane clears her throat, but Maura doesn't notice.
"Are you ok?"
Maura looks up at her, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You have been mope-y since Allison left."
"I'm fine. She needed to go back to school. She was here for two weeks."
"She left a month ago," Jane points out.
"I know."
"Have you heard from her?"
"Yes, I talked to her this morning."
"Did she get on the list?"
"Yes. I can't believe that Trent wasn't a match."
"Speaking of Trent, where is he? I haven't heard you say anything about him, for two days."
"He's out of town."
"And he didn't take you with him?"
"He offered."
"Why didn't you go?"
"Because I am trying to go slow."
"Slow? Why? You're the mother of his child."
"There are still a lot of things that I don't know about him. We're taking our time, and reconnecting."
"So did you tell him what Allison's doctor suggested?"
"Which suggestion are you referring to?"
"You know the one, Maura."
"Jane, didn't you read that book?"
"I saw the movie," Jane admits.
"Really? I never pictured you as a Cameron Diaz fan."
"I'm not, but my mother made me watch it."
"I am not having another child, so I can have spare parts for the first one."
"When you put it like that..." Jane begins.
"It sounds exactly like what it is," Maura points out.
"Are you feeling ok?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm just tired, that's all."
"Tired? I can't imagine why. A hot new love interest, and..."
"And what?"
"Nothing," Jane lies.
"I'm usually not this tired."
"You're not getting sick are you?" Jane inquires.
"No, I don't think so. I think that..."
"You're sad?"
"Sad, why would I be sad?"
"Your daughter left, and went back to school. You miss her, and you're worried about her. You should go see her, this weekend."
"She doesn't want me to."
"You could surprise her. It would be fun."
"She might have plans."
"She might not. You'll never know, if you don't ask."
"I don't want to..."
"You're her mother, it's your job to interrupt her plans, and completely embarrass her."
"I don't really feel like going anywhere."
Jane rolls her eyes. She takes a sip of her drink. She looks at Maura. She tilts her head, and scrutinizes Maura, for a moment. Maura notices Jane studying her.
"What?" Maura wonders.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Excuse me?"You heard me," Jane answers.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"You've got a hot new boyfriend, old boyfriend, a rekindled romance. Anyway, whatever it is, you two..."
"Just stop," Maura implores.
"And now you're tired, and..."
"I am allowed to be tired. I work a lot."
"Not anymore than usual."
"I am not pregnant. I cannot even believe you would ask me that, in the middle of public venue."
Jane looks around the bar. The TV is blasting, other patrons are talking loudly, or chewing. Nobody is even looking in their direction.
"Really?"
"Everybody knows me here."
"You're either pregnant, or depressed, take your pick."
"I am neither."
"Come on," Jane insists.
"Where are we going?"
"Just come on," Jane demands.
They pay their bill, and Maura follows Jane out. Jane pushes her into the car. Maura pulls on her seat belt, as Jane climbs into the driver's seat.
"Where are we going?"
"The drug store," Jane answers, putting the car into drive. Maura rolls her eyes.
Twenty five minutes later they're at Maura's house. Jane stands outside of Maura's bathroom. She leans up against the wall, waiting for Maura to come out. The door swings open.
"Well?"
"It takes five minutes," Maura reveals.
"Oh."
"I can't believe that you're making me do this. You are being completely ridiculous."
"Me? I am the one being ridiculous? I'm not the one who insisted on coming all the way here to take the stupid test. I am also not the one who insisted on making me take one, to make sure that yours is accurate. I mean, you're being crazy Maura."
"I don't want to take it at work," Maura points out.
"What does it matter? You don't think your pregnant."
"I don't want someone to see the test, and think that I think I am."
"That doesn't sound crazy at all. Not to mention, making me take one."
"If I have to take one, you should too. I don't think that it is more unreasonable, on your part, than it is mine."
"Do you ever listen to yourself talk?" Jane questions.
"I'm too busy listening to you, being ridiculous."
"What are you going to tell my mother?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"She lives here. You think that you're going to be able to keep it from her?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm not pregnant."
Jane shakes her head, she points to the bathroom, "Go!"