Rizzoli listens to Maura, staring at her blankly. Mid-sentence Maura stops speaking. Jane continues to stare at her.

"Jane," Maura repeats for the third time.

Jane returns to reality. She looks at Maura, then at the kid on the cold stainless steel slab in front of her.

"Is something wrong? You're being unusually quiet."

Jane shakes her head, and takes a step back, "I've got to go."

"Did I do something?" Maura questions as Jane reaches the doorway.

"No. I've just got to go."

Hours later, deep into the night, Maura finds Jane at her desk. The bullpen is nearly empty. There are a couple of other detectives in the corners of the room. The only sound is the sound of the computer humming. Maura stops steps away from Jane. Jane sits at her desk in her chair, with her feet on her desk. She stares at the computer screen. Maura's presences doesn't seem to bring Jane out of her daze. Maura gently touches Jane's hand.

"What are you still doing here?" Maura questions.

Jane looks up from the computer. She stares at Maura wordlessly.

"Jane, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," she huffs.

"Maybe you should head home, you look exhausted," Maura suggests.

"Yeah, you're right," she agrees.

Jane leaves. Maura returns to the morgue and grabs her back. She heads out. When she steps onto the street a familiar voice calls after her.

"Dr. Isles," a familiar voice calls.

Maura turns around, "Mrs. Rizzoli..."

"Have you seen Jane? She missed her dad's birthday party."

"She just left."

"Do you know where she went?"

"I think that she headed home."

"Oh, ok," Angela turns to leave.

"Wait, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is Jane ok? Is something going on with her?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"She's been really quiet and reserved since this case started."

"Jane? My Jane has been quiet and reserved?"

"Yes. Maybe it's just the case, but she hasn't been herself."

"Can I ask what the case is about?"

"A little girl. The mother took her to the park, she walked away to answer a phone call, and when she turned around the little girl was gone. They found her off a footpath in the park. Someone took her and..."

"You should ask Jane."

"Is there a reason she's acting so weird?"

"You should talk to Jane about it."

"Is there something that I should know?"

"All I can say is that cases with kids really bother her."

"Ok," Maura replies.

The following morning Maura shows up at Jane's apartment with doughnuts. She finds Jane half-asleep in the couch in her sweats.

"Why aren't you dressed yet? It's eight o'clock."

"I'm taking the day off."

"Why? Are you sick?" Maura asks sliding under Jane's legs onto the couch.

"That's a nice look by the way," Maura taunts.

"Did you bring those doughnuts for me or..."

"Would you like one?" Maura questions.

"I'm a cop, and I'm not above stereotypes," she answers.

"I'll let you have one, but you have to tell me what's wrong first."

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You've barely said ten words in the last twenty four hours."

"Sorry. I just don't..."she stops.

"You don't want."

"Why do people have kids if they don't want to watch them? How can you just let your kid disappear?"
"Jane you can't watch a kid every second of everyday."

"You can if you're in a public place. Do you know how many creeps are out there?"

"What is this really about? Did something happen to you as a child? You can tell me if something happened," she says in a patronizing voice.

"Nothing happened to me as a child."

"So why have you been so quiet and distant since this case started?"

"I...Can I have a doughnut or not?"

Maura hands Jane a doughnut, and a cup of coffee. "Now explain yourself," she begs.

"I can't," she replies as she takes a bite.

"Can't or won't?"

"Maura," she starts in a stern voice, "stay out of it."

"Jane I'm trying, but I'm worried about you."

"Maura drop it."

"Fine, but you have to go to work."

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"I'm sick," she lies.

"You are not sick."

"I'm just sick of people thinking that it's ok to bring children into the world, and then not take care of them. If you don't want a child, if you don't want to sacrifice eighteen years of your life then you shouldn't have one. I can't believe how selfish people are."

"Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Jane..."

"Maura go to work."

"I'm not going unless you do."

"I'm not going."

"Yes you are," Maura begins sniffing, "but you should take a shower first. When did you shower last? You're ripe."

"Maura I'm not going to work. I don't care what I smell like."

"Look whatever this is, get over it. Come on," Maura slides out from under Jane's legs, "Get up," Maura tries to hoist Jane off the couch.

"No," she crosses her arms in protest.