She arrives at the crime scene, as her usual self, but something seems off. She ducks under the yellow tape, and heads down the walkway, into the house. She makes her way through the living room, into the kitchen.
She finds that the detectives are already waiting on her. She squats down, in her short dress, and four inch heels. She visually examines the body. Jane is the only one who notices her nostrils flare, and her jaw clench. She nods, and resumes a standing position. To techs come in and, remove the body. She follows the van back to the morgue.
Hours later, Jane, and Barry join her for autopsy. They come through the doors, as she stitches up her Y-incision. Barry tries not to watch. Jane notices how awkwardly far away, Maura stands from the body. Finally Maura finishes with her stitches. She stands back, and looks at the detectives.
"What did you find?" Jane questions.
"COD?" Barry inquires.
"I'm guessing it was the bullet through the heart," Jane replies.
"It was," Maura confirms, without any argument.
"The bullet?"
Maura reaches behind her. She grabs the jar off the counter. She hands it to Jane. Jane takes it, and looks at Frost.
"Will you take this, I want to talk to Maura, for a moment."
"Sure," he nods, graciously, as he leaves the autopsy room.
Jane stares at Maura. "What?" Maura asks.
"Do you want some Vick's?"
"Vick's? For what? I'm not sick."
"To rub under your nose."
"I'm fine."
"Really? You almost threw up at the crime scene."
"I did not."
"Tell me, what was the first thing you did when you got here."
"I threw up."
"Exactly. You're going to have to do something."
"I can't go around smelling like Vick's. Someone will notice."
"Maura you just need to come clean."
"Come clean? About what?"
"All of it."
"That will go over well. Hey, guys, I have news. I'm pregnant, oh and by the way I have a grown daughter. Surprise!"
"Well, I wouldn't say it, quite like that."
"How would you say it?'
"I don't know. Look, even if you don't say anything about Allison, you have got to tell them that you're pregnant."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go down that road, again."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing."
"You told Allison?"
"She didn't take it well, but that's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"Nothing."
"Something. Tell me."
"I told Allison weeks ago."
"And you haven't been yourself, since."
"Jane, that's not why."
"Oh, yeah, maybe it's because you have some serious morning sickness."
"I told Trent," she admits.
"When?"
"Last night."
"How did it go?"
She takes a seat, at her dinner table. Trent sits across from her. Between them, is a mountain of food. She briefly glances at the food. She fights off the nausea. She stares at him.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," she lies.
"Maura, I told you we could go out for dinner."
"I know."
"This looks great, but you didn't have to go to all of that trouble."
"I like to cook."
"So why did you want to eat in, tonight?"
"There is something I want to talk to you about."
"Ok. Have you talked to Allison, lately?"
"I haven't heard from her, in a few days," she answers, stretching the truth.
"Oh. Is everything alright with her?"
"As far as I know. She's just mad at me. She'll get over it."
"Why is she mad at you?"
"That's not really important."
"I really wish she would let me be in her life."
"I know."
"I want to get to know her. I've already missed out on so much. I wish that we could go back, and change everything, but we can't."
"Trent," she begins.
"Yes?" he smiles at her.
"There is something that I need to tell you."
"Ok, go ahead."
"I'm not sure where to start."
"At the beginning."
"Do you think that we're moving too fast? That we jumped into this?"
"No," he shakes his head, "Why?"
"I just want to know where, we're at."
"I want to marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you, just the two of us."
"Just the two of us?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," her heart sinks.
His eyes meet hers, "What's that look about?"
"Nothing," she shakes her head.
"You sound disappointed."
"Sorry."
"You pictured something else?"
"Yes, I did."
"Maura, I love everything about you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but we're not teenagers, anymore. We're too old to start a family. It would be great, but neither of us are in a place in our lives, or careers that really allow us to do that. I worked really hard to get where I am, and I don't want to have to start from scratch. I don't want to have a kid, this late in the game. Allison is enough. I don't want to take anything away from her. I hope that eventually I'll have a relationship with her. Having another child wouldn't allow me to do that."
"I think that you should go."
"We're not on the same page?"
"Please leave," she begs.
He leaves the table, and heads for the door. He stops, in the doorway, on his way out. He looks at her. She stands on the other side of the doorway.
"Why are you so upset?" he asks, noting she's on the verge of tears.
"I'm pregnant," she answers, shutting the door, in his face.