Author: purplepagoda PM
The day that you find out you're having a child, should be the happiest one of your life. Jane finds out that she's pregnant, there isn't any joy. She finds herself questioning everything. As the truth comes to light, her life is turned inside out. Will Frost be able to solve the mystery, before it's too late? Or will Hoyt win, again?Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 65 - Words: 57,564 - Reviews: 339 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 110 - Updated: 04-01-13 - Published: 06-21-12 - id: 8240663
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Sometimes, at night, when she sleeps, he still haunts her. Dead, and gone, but still ruling her life. She was slowly learning to let go. Her hands hurt less, and less, except when it was raining, or on a humid summer day, or when it was really cold. She tosses and turns. She hadn't had a good night of sleep, for... at least a decade.
The alarm clock goes off. The start of another day, just like any other. She hits snooze, and lies there for another ten minutes. She rolls out of bed, on the second alarm, and heads to the shower. She tosses on the first clean thing that she finds, and blow dries her hair quickly. She brushes her teeth, and washes her face. She grabs her gun, badge, and keys, and leaves the house.
Her usual morning routine continues. She grabs a cup of coffee in the cafeteria, on her way upstairs to the squad room. Before 10 AM, she's seen two dead bodies, and had three cups of coffee. As she watches Maura perform an autopsy, she yawns.
"Tired?" Maura asks.
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Have you ever considered seeing a sleep specialist?"
"What's the point? I'm a cop, that's the reason that I don't sleep."
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"You look a little bit pale."
"Maura, I'm fine."
"If you say so," Maura continues with the task at hand.
Jane watches, as Maura slices open the intestine. A foul smell erupts into the room. Jane gags.
"What is that smell."
"It's hard to tell. It could be a number of things."
Jane makes a heaving motion.
"Sink," Maura tells her.
"I'm fine," she argues.
Maura looks at her, and the green hue to her face. "Sink," she repeats.
Jane doesn't argue this time. She barely makes it to the sink, in time. When she finishes Maura, is standing next to her, holding a bottle of mouthwash.
"Thanks," Jane takes the bottle from her. She swishes and spits.
"What happened to your stomach of steel?" Maura inquires.
Jane shrugs, "I don't know."
"Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"You don't think that you're pregnant, do you?"
Jane furrows her brow, and scrunches her face, "No, I don't think that. Why would I think that?"
Maura shrugs, "I don't know. Is it impossible?"
"Nothing is impossible."
"I don't want to hear it."
"It's been..." Maura begins.
"Maura, it's highly improbably."
"I am sure that it is, but you should still take a test."
"Why? Why would I do that? I don't think that I am."
"It wouldn't hurt anything," Maura tells her.
"I have never, in my entire life, taken a pregnancy test, and I am not going to start now."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No," Jane shakes her head.
"You've never taken a pregnancy test?"
"No," Jane shakes her head.
"Because I enjoy being single, and childless. I am very cautious."
"Don't lecture me."
"Just humor me. It's almost lunch time, we could..."
"It's the only what that I'm going to shut you up, isn't it?"
"Yes," Maura nods.
But Jane refuses to take the test in Maura's presence. She waits, until she's home alone, that night. She pees on the stick, and then heads into the kitchen, to make a sandwich, quite confident of the results. She sits down on the couch to watch TV with her sandwich, and potato chips.
She completely forgets about the test, until she goes to take her shower. She finds the plastic stick on the counter, as she gets undressed. She glances at the stick, and turns the shower on. She turns around, and rubs her eyes. She takes a second look at the test.
Jane avoids Maura, for the next few days, and dodges her questions. She remains vague, and lies, to avoid the questions. She tells her that she'll be late to work on Friday for a dentist appointment. Maura questions her, but Jane lies through her teeth.
She gasps, and claps her hand to her mouth. Suddenly it feels hard to breathe.
9AM: She sits in her car, completely numb. She feels herself becoming overwhelmed. She adds confusion, and fear to the mix. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, and dials a familiar number. It rings twice.
"Jane, I thought that you said you would be here, by nine."
Jane doesn't respond.
"Hello? Are you there? Did you pocket dial me again?""Maura," she whispers.
"Jane, are you ok?"
The tears stream from her eyes, and roll down her cheeks. She swallows hard, "No."
"Maura, I need you to come and get me."
"What happened? Where are you?"
"Please," she begs, "Just come get me. I'll text you the address."
Jane hangs up.
Maura gathers her things, and leaves the building. She leaves the building as quickly as she possibly can. She arrives fifteen minutes later. She pulls into a parking spot next to Jane's car. By the time she reaches her, she's sobbing.