WARNING This might be a big tear-jerker. I wanna give a warning.
The other half of the soul.
We humans like to believe we're born complete , but that's not true. We're born , with half of our soul, that determine the search of our entire life, looking in every place to the right person, to the owner of the other half of our soul.. We are prisoners of our heart, always in a mad search, and when we find that person, its almost impossible to let it go.
That's what you are for me , Tony, the other half of my soul. I'm so happy to see that you are fine.
Anthony Dinozzo looked up from the letter, and, for a moment, it seemed as though time had stopped. The HQ was alarmingly quiet -- not a rustle of paper nor a ring of a telephone disturbed the peace. His gaze fell to Gibb's desk, and he saw him shaking his head at something he was reading in his computer, his jaw firm as he peered at the screen..
Tony swallowed, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. With shaking hands, he snatched the envelope off the desk and turned it over, examining the return address. CaliforniaThat's all. No name, no street address. Nothing.
The elevator's door opened and Ziva and McGee walked out of the bullpen. Tony looked up to see his boss making a bee-line for the desk, and the expression on the older man's face told him that Gibbs had noted the sudden change in his face.
"What's up, Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Tony's throat felt thick, like a wad of cotton had been shoved down his esophagus, and he swallowed again in an attempt to find his voice.
"You okay, Tony?" Gibbs asked, propping himself on the edge of the desk.
Tony nodded slowly, gazing up at the man looming above him. Gibb's gaze fell to the paper clutched in his hands, and Tony looked down to see the letter shaking in his grip.
"What's that?" Gibbs asked, reaching out tentatively to grab the sheet, his eyes seeking permission as his fingers closed around the material.
Finally, two words made their escape from Tony's throat. "A letter," he croaked.
"From who?" his boss asked, pulling the paper firmly out of Tony's almost vice-like grip.
"Uh... Tony closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair. "Jeanne, I think... Maybe."
Gibbs eyes shot up from the letter, surprise fluttering over his face. "Jeanne?"
The young agent nodded. "Yeah, I think so," he said, relieved that his voice seemed to be coming back.
Gibbs read the letter quickly, then looked back down at his stunned agent. "When did you get this?"
"Today," he said. "It came with the mail. I just got around to opening it now."
Gibbs snatched the envelope off the desk and looked at the handwriting. The letter had been mailed to the building, addressed to Anthony Dinozzo.
"No signature? No return address?" Gibbs asked, though the questions were obviously rhetorical.
Numbly, Tony nodded, his gaze falling to the floor as he pondered the significance of those "oversights". If the letter was from Jeanne, why hadn't she included her name and a return address unless she didn't want to be found? But then why send a letter if she didn't want to meet him?
A firm hand on his shoulder broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring down at him. "You okay, Tony?"
Tony managed another slow nod, his body working on automatic while his brain ran into overdrive trying to decipher the meaning of the letter.
"Do you want me to have this dusted for prints?" Gibbs asked, indicating the paper he held with a slight raise of his hand. "We might be able to find out the writer's identity."
Tony's heart stopped for the briefest of moments. "I... Uh... I don't know," he stammered. "I mean, if she wanted me to find her, she'd have given a return address."
Gibbs frowned. "We're not sure it's from Jeanne, Tony. She doesn't say something related to you in anyway. Hell, for all we know,it could be some stalker psycho."
"That's a bit paranoid, don't you think? I mean, I know about my track record with psychos, but why would anyone want to lie about being her," Tony commented, his voice noticeably steadier. He pushed himself out of the chair and maneuvered around the desk, taking a deep breath as he passed his boss. "I'm gonna go get something to drink," he muttered absently as he made his way toward the elevator.
Gibbs slid to his feet and followed after his young agent. "I can get this to Abby A.S.A.P., Tony. We could have an ID on this by tomorrow morning, maybe even tonight."
"I don't know that that's such a good idea, Boss." Tony hurried toward the elevator, but Gibbs only increased his pace to keep up with the younger man.
"Why not, Dinozzo? Don't you want to know who is? I know I sure as hell do. It's a pretty damn cryptic letter, and, I don't particularly like the way she ended it. 'I'm so happy to see that you're fine,'" he read. "That leaves the ball in his court, like she's watching you, or something."
Tony spun around suddenly, and Gibbs almost plowed into him. "You think?" he blurted, his eyes wide. "You think she really want to meet me and..." his voice dropped off suddenly, and he turned quickly back around, resuming his swift pace to the elevator. "I guess if she is, she doesn't want to see me, Boss. Maybe she never forgive me for what I did, maybe I will never do"
Tony ducked into the elevator, leaving Gibbs staring to his own face in the silver doors.