He watches Maura, as she stares blankly, at her plate. Obviously, there is something else on her mind. He clears his throat, but she doesn't seem to notice. She seems preoccupied.
"Maura?" he says softly.
Finally she looks up, "I'm sorry were you saying something?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Why are you being so quiet tonight?" he wonders.
"I'm just tired," she admits.
"Are you sure that is it?"
"Trent, I'm just tired."
He smiles, "Something wrong with your salad?"
"No."
"You're not hungry?"
"Not particularly."
"What gives?"
"Nothing."
"Tough case, at work?" he quizzes.
"Yes," she lies.
"Then let's get you home, and get you to bed, ok?"
"I don't want to..."
"Come on," he insists.
"But I really want to spend some time with you."
"We can see each other tomorrow."
"Ok," she agrees.
"How is our girl?"
Maura simply shrugs.
Hours later she lies in bed, attempting to sleep. She tosses and turns, until she finds herself twisted in the sheet. She manages to free herself, and reaches for the phone. She dials a familiar number.
"Hello?" the party on the other line answers after two rings.
"I'm sorry to wake you up so late."
"I figured that you would be calling. How was your date with Trent?"
"Jane?"
"Yes, Maura?"
"Nothing, never mind."
"Something you want to ask me?"
"It's too late."
"What do you mean, it's too late?"
"At night," Maura clarifies.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"It can wait until morning."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Jane..."
"Yes?"
"Am I crazy..."
"Yes," Jane answers before Maura can finish her thought.
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"You are crazy, the rest is unimportant."
"Do you think I should tell Allison?"
"You'll have to tell her, eventually."
"First," Maura responds.
"No. Why would you do that?"
"I think that..."
"That what?"
"Would it be selfish if..."
"Yes, it would."
"Would you stop interrupting me?"
"Maura, what's going on?"
"I think that I am in love with him."
"So?"
"I..."
"You're scared?"
"I screwed everything up, before. I feel like I am going to repeat the same mistakes."
"Just slow down," Jane suggests.
"I can't," Maura argues.
"Why not?"
"You know why."
"You have to slow down. You have to take a step back, and figure out what you really want. You aren't a kid anymore."
"I am afraid that he is going to decide that this is all too much for him."
"Let him make that decision."
"I..."
"It sounds to me, like you're the one who wants to run away, scared."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe it's time to grow up. Maura I know how tough all of this has been on you. I know that you have a lot on your plate. I know this is not how you pictured things to go. I know that you're confused. That being said, I also know that you can handle this."
"What if I don't want to?"
"What are you going to do? Are you going to run away? Where are you going to go? You can't run away from this, you know that, right?"
"I know."
"So then why are you trying?"
"Why does everything have to happen at once? Why does everything have to be so damn hard?"
"That's life Maura."
"Well, I want a new one."
"What is wrong with your life?"
"Everything."
"Maura, we'll talk about this in the morning."
"But..."
"You need to get some sleep."
"I don't think that I can."
"Drink a cup of chamomile tea, and go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Ok," Maura agrees, as Jane hangs up.