A/N: I got so many (well three but that's a LOT to me). And I felt like I needed to give something back; A gesture of thanks if you will. So my idea for this was started, but seeing as I need revenge and dialect to breathe, this was born.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even this computer (hahaha)

A tale of love

If there was one thing that Jennifer Shepherd was sure about it was that she was far too old to be having a midlife crisis. She breathed in a long heavy breath. "For God's sake pull yourself together Jen," she whispered to herself, "you are the Director of a federal agency.

She rubbed her temples with her fingers. It was clear, at least to her, what had happened. She had let Jethro mess with her mid, again. But as much as she tried she could not regret letting him run his fingers through her hair and kiss her before, of course, darting off to his next case.

Maybe she was desperate? It seemed to fit. She was in her mid-forties, no kids, no-one to miss her if she weren't there; and then Jethro had just walked into her office and kissed her, no small talk, like nothing had happened like they were still in Paris.

But Jennifer was far from desperate; she didn't just want any man. She wanted Jethro. The only man in the world who was as stubborn she was. The man who had one her heart in Paris and had refused to give it back.

Jenny walked out of her office and stood at the balcony overlooking the bullpen. Tony, Ziva and Timothy were probably at lunch. And although it wasn't unlike Gibbs to be antisocial it was unlike him to be sitting at his desk doing paperwork.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, an action that caused Jenny to blush. Directors of Federal Agency's should not stare longingly into the eyes of agents, but she missed his eyes. A blue that reminded Jen of the ocean, and like waves on high tide, was incredibly unpredictable.

Jenny froze; a small amount of common sense seemed to come back to her. And slightly cowardly she retreated to her office. She didn't know what to say, so she grabbed her pen and wrote it down.

Dear Jethro,

Did I ever get the chance to apologize? I'm pretty sure I must have, but me being me. I didn't take it. I think that my entire life can be measured in wasted opportunities. I love you Jethro. And I never took the chance to say it. Even now I am only writing it down; which is more than a bit cowardly.

I'm writing this as an apology for that 'dear john' letter, and also as a plea to not let this turn out to be another wasted opportunity.

-Jennifer

Jenny smiled at the letter she wrote, it was exactly what she wanted to say. Just as she finished putting it into the envelop he walked, no barged, into her office.

"Hello Jethro," Jenny smiled sweetly, "I just finished writing this for you," she said holding out the envelope. Jethro didn't take it he just stood there muffling his laughter. "What?" Jenny said glaring angrily. "It's just very like... you, that's all," he shrugged.

"Do you want to read it or not?" she questioned standing up and walking over to him. "No, I don't," Jethro said, "because I already know what it's going to say."

"And how do you know that Mr psychic?" Jenny pouted putting her hands on her hips and moving herself into the yellow light zone. "Because I know you," he smirked. "First you're going to apologize, then you're going to say you love me, and then you're going to sign it with Jennifer." He smiled smugly at the last comment.

"Wrong," Jennifer chuckled.

"How?" Jethro questioned.

"This comes first," she smiled, kissing him and dropping her letter on the ground.

So what did you think? Review. PLEASE!