Back at Jane’s office, McBeard comes to say goodbye. His leave is over. See ya! Jane is disappointed because he made a good beard, but there will be others, probably. And anyway, here comes Maura!
Maura looks at the card Jane was reading, made by a kid who thinks Jane is a hero. She tells Jane that heroes are social deviants. Jane’s like, “He’s leaving back to Afghanistan.” And Maura’s like, “Oh. Good. I mean, sorry.”
Then Jane forgets all about him and thinks instead about how she totally wrestled a grenade out of a crazy guy’s hand.
Jane: I was so scared, Maura. But I did it anyway.
Maura: That’s the definition of a hero.
Jane: Who’s a social deviant.
Maura: That’s not a bad thing.
Jane: Right. A non-girly, social deviant.
I’m not even going to say it.
Maura’s just nodding away, like, “Yeah, that sounds about right. Can I boost your immune system now?”
Jane, resigned, I think, to being – okay, I will say it – a flaming homosexual, gets up. And Maura’s like, “Can I touch you? Pretty pretty please?”
Maura: Take a deep breath. Any pain?
Jane: I’m back!
Maura: You know, I was pretty sure that it was psychosomatic.
Jane: It was so not psychosomatic.
Maura: No, I think it was.
Jane: You think? So you were guessing?
Maura: No, no… well, I can think! I can consider…I can … conclude…
Jane: That’s guessing! (Opening the door for Maura)You guessed! (sing-song voice) Dr. Isles gue-essed…
Maura: I did not.
Jane: Did too.