"He's yours."

"I know."

"He looks like you."

"Maura, I've got to go. I have an interrogation to do, and I'm getting another call."

"Ok, bye," she hangs up.

Jane answers the phone call.



"I went home, to show CSRU where some important things they would need, were, and to get a couple of things. When we went into the attic, I found another box," he tells her.

"Another box?"

"It had a blanket, and a couple of pictures. One was of me, when I was about a year old, with a baby. The baby says that it's me, and Thomas."

"You think that there was another baby?"

"I was too young to remember. Did you find her?"

"I'm getting ready to interview her."

"Ask her about it."


"I'll talk to you later."

"Oh, DNA came back," she tells him.


"It confirmed, what you already knew."


"Bye," she hangs up.

She returns to the interview room. Her partner waits at the door. He gives her a look.

"Are you ready?" he asks her.

"Yeah," she nods, pushing open the door.

She walks in, and takes a seat, across from the culprit. She takes a deep breath, and begins.

"Tell me about Michael," Jane begins.

"He's a smart boy, headstrong, though."

"Your son Michael, died, when he was a few days old," Frost points out.

"No, Michael is nineteen. You met him, didn't you?" Emily responds.

Jane looks at her, but Emily avoids eye contact, with Jane.

"Your son died, and it caused you to have some sort of emotional breakdown, didn't it? You put your letter of resignation in, at the hospital."

"It wasn't like that."

"You saw Michael, in the nursery."

"My son, and I left Florida, shortly after he was born. His father didn't want to be involved."

"You came into my hospital room. You saw that I was seventeen years old. I was completely unprepared. How did I get a perfect baby? I bet that's what you were thinking. You were a doctor, you could take care of a baby. I was a teenager, I couldn't even take care of myself. That's what you thought, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me. I was there. I remember. I woke up, in the middle of the night, and my son, my Michael was gone. Then, one day, he saw a picture of me, in the newspaper, and he started asking questions."

"He looks like his father," Emily argues, maintaining her innocence.

"Our lab is dedicated to giving us speedy results, so that we can solve our cases. DNA confirmed, he's not your son," Jane tells her.

She swallows hard, "You didn't deserve him. He wouldn't leave it alone. He wanted you to be his mommy. I couldn't believe it, when I saw you, in the paper. You were nobody. I came to Boston, thinking I would be safe."

"I didn't live in Tampa. My grandmother did. I have always lived in Boston."

"Without me, you never would have had a chance to succeed. I did you a favor."

Jane is so angry, that she can't respond.

Frost continues, with the interview, "You could have stopped, with just one. If you had, no one probably ever would have known."

"I always wanted a large family."

"Tell me about Ava," Frost insists.

Jane shakes her head, "I want to know about Thomas."

Frost turns his head, and looks at her. He furrows his brow. "Thomas?" he questions.

"What happened to Thomas?" Jane questions.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Emily answers.

"I'll find him. I will find out what happened to him. You can count on that."

Korsak leads the investigation, at the house. He stands in the backyard, looking at a fountain. He walks around the side of the house, towards the driveway. He finds Michael headed to his car.

"Hey, Michael?" he hollers.


Korsak walks over to the car. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything that will help the investigation."

"How long has the fountain been in the backyard?"

"I don't remember, since I was really little. There is a date on it, somewhere."

"You know, you remind me of someone."

"I should," he answers.

"Has it always been there?"

"You know, I used to have a sandbox. I played with my trucks, in it. I don't remember what happened to it. I barely remember the sandbox, but I wasn't in school yet."

"Do you remember Thomas, at all?"

"I have some early memories, but no."

"Do you think that he was the only other one?"

"I hope so. You think that he's buried under the fountain, don't you?"

"You've seen a few cop shows, haven't you?"

"I am studying to be one," he admits.

"Oh, yeah?"

"I don't know what happened to Thomas, but if he was here, he would have had a birth certificate, even if it was fake," Michael points out.

Jane looks at Frost. His laptop sits in front of him.

"Pull up records, for Thomas Dennison," Jane suggests.

"Ok, I've got Thomas Dennison, aged eighty eight. Thomas Dennison, born July 8th, 1994. I have no death certificate."

"So, Emily, what happened to Thomas?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" Frost spins the computer around, "Because, your name is on the birth certificate."