This is the last chapter I have fully written as of now, so it may or may not be a while until this gets updated. Or maybe I'll spend the evening writing. Who knows?

I own neither Jane, Maura, Allison, or pretty much anyone. Just borrowing under free speech and stuff. So don't sick SOPA on my ass.

Jane's heart skipped a beat as Maura began to stir. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes blurry as she began to try to sit up. "Jane?"

"Maura! Honey, you're awake! I'm so glad you're awake, Maura." She pulled her up into a tight hug. Almost inaudibly she breathed into Maura's hair "You're back" with perfect contentedness.

"Jane, where are we?" Maura asked, blinking.

"We're in the hospital, Maura. You passed out, and I didn't know what happened, and you were so out of it…"

The blonde doctor stepped forward before Jane could get much more emotional. "I'm Dr. Allison Cameron. I was the one who responded when your girlfriend brought you in. You-"

Maura interjected "We're not… We're friends."

"Sorry. Upon arrival you were unconscious and unresponsive. A CAT scan was normal, the tox screen showed traces of midazolam."

"I was dosed with a benzodiazepine?"

"It would appear so."

Maura's face betrayed her confusion. "I don't know how or why."

Jane remained holding her, tracing comforting circles in her back. Maura's brain went into overdrive, assessing the situation and wracking her memory for something, anything. Finally she turned to Jane.

"You had orange juice."

"You remember that part?"

"No, but you must've spilled it on you. I can smell it."

Under different circumstances Jane might've laughed. Instead, worry remained etched on her face as she replied "Yeah, well you're lucky you didn't end up with burns from all the tea in your lap."

Maura lifted the hem of her hospital gown just enough to see splotches of pink on her thighs. "I don't remember spilling it." She frowned slightly.

Dr. Cameron spoke up "I'll have your dress put in an evidence bag in case the tea stain needs to be tested for evidence."

"Thank you."

"No problem, Detective." She turned to Maura, eyes full of compassion and a bit of sorrow. "Do you want an examination?"

Jane was slightly bemused. "I thought you already looked her over."

Maura spoke quietly. "She means a rape kit, Jane. But you were with me the whole time, right? So there's no way I could've been raped."

Jane was quiet for a moment. When she spoke, she surprised both Maura and Dr. Cameron. "I think you should get a rape kit done, Maura."

"Wh-what?" Maura was thrown off balance.

Jane continued in an even tone. "If you're uncomfortable with the idea, then by all means don't. Korsak has stories of a brief stint in SVU; I know they're no walk in the park. But there are things that don't add up here, and I think it would be best. Just in case."

Maura thought for a moment, then turned to Dr. Cameron. "Did you find anything else in the tox screen?"

"Well, your blood contained elevated levels of human chorionic gonadotropin. Congratulations."

Maura nodded resignedly, and Dr. Cameron began to rethink her last comment.

Jane remained in the dark. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm pregnant, Jane." The implications of this took on a whole new perspective in light of the night's events and the two women's faces were appropriately grim.

Dr. Cameron sensed that the news wasn't necessarily good. "It's not definitive. We can't know for sure without a sonogram or at least several blood tests."

Maura nodded but wasn't convinced. "May we have a moment please?"

"Certainly." Dr. Cameron left the room.

"Maybe the condom broke. That happens, right? That happens. Totally on accident."

"That only happens to teenagers who don't know what size to buy, Jane. Ian did something. It all fits."

"What fits? What 'fits', Maura? You loved this guy, he loved you. He bought you toilet paper and cheap wine, for god's sake. The condom broke, that's all. Or it got a hole in it. You said it yourself, no form of contraceptive is one hundred percent effective. And the roofie… I don't know, there's got to be an explanation!"

"There is an explanation, Jane. Believe me, I don't want Ian to be behind this, but that's what makes sense. He drugged me, Jane. He drugged me and he… impregnated me. It's the only thing that fi- that makes sense."

"But- But- But no! No, it can't… Who would… I mean… No! No, he knows you, Maura. He knows what an amazing, wonderful, crazy awesome person you are. He couldn't… No one could…"

"Jane. These things happen, you know this. You're a cop. You know people get 'roofied', get…" Maura gulped "date-raped. These things happen."

"But not to you! Not to you, Maura. I know there are terrible people out there that do terrible things, but not to you!"

Maura's voice was small as a single tear slipped down her cheek. "But they do."

Jane stopped in her tracks from where she had been pacing furiously and rushed over to hold Maura. "I'm sorry, Maura. I'm so, so sorry."

Maura sobbed onto Jane's shoulder. Jane simply sat there, rubbing Maura's back and cooing reassurances into her hair, staring at the wall as she tried to process.

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