Title: Love Letters

Author:  Gypsy

Comments: Sure. Flames and Kisses are welcome all the same.  gypsybaby1@attbi.com

Spoilers: None.

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Summary: Frank's receiving mysterious love letters.  Will the written word prove to indeed be more powerful than the sword?

Disclaimers: The characters (Donovan, Jake, Alex, Cody, and Quito) involved the property of NBC Entertainment, a division of the National Broadcasting Company. No copyright infringement is intended. Original characters - however, are the property of the author.   So this means you can't sue me.  Unless you want my car payment, collection of river rocks, unique goblets and our clones... who only mind me...

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'How do I say this.. Words are difficult sometimes, hard to express what you truly feel.  So many different ways to say one thing.  So I'll just take a deep breath and plunge ahead.

'For months now I have watched you.  Please don't be freaked out by that.  Instead, be flattered.  You have a secret admirer, one who breathes in your beauty like the very air around me.  Yes, I said 'beauty'.  You are beautiful, a feast for the eyes and the senses.  I could fill pages and pages of your attributes.  Perhaps I should start with your mouth.

'Your mouth... It is what first drew me to you.  A soft and full lower lip.  You toy with that lower lip when you are in deep thought.  You lick it absently while working on something.  Your teeth graze over it while you pace.  God help me, I wish that I could taste that lower lip after you have had a sip of wine, a taste of honey or even a bite of fruit.

'Probably as you read this letter, you're touching your lower lip with your first two fingers, musing over who would be sending this sort of letter to you.  Am I correct?  I know I am, I've watched you do the same thing over other things, like you're trying to take apart a puzzle in your mind and gently running your fingers over your mouth is what keeps you grounded in that puzzlement.

'The very thought of you touching your lip sends shivers racing up and down my spine.  How can I control these thoughts?  I cannot, I have come to realize.  There is no control.  Like a raft adrift in a raging river, I am simply lost to the current when my thoughts turn to you.  I can only hope that I'll find safe shore someday.

'With Hope'

Frank looked at the letter again as it sat on his desk.  He'd received it last night under his apartment door.  The paper was a good quality and lightly scented with something spicy yet soft.  The handwriting was elegant and easy to read with the softly shimmering purple ink.  His psychology background told him that this woman wasn't a psychotic or a sociopath.  She was educated, intelligent, socially adept and... seeming entranced by him.  For the hundredth time he shook his head.  He'd been mulling over the letter since he opened it last night.  Who was she?  WHERE was she that she could see all of the things she said in that letter?  How did she know about his little habits?

"Whatcha got there Bossman?"

"Nothing that concerns you Cody." Frank reached for the letter.  However, before he could get it, Cody's fingers plucked it up off of the desk and he plopped down in a chair to read it.

Frank groaned and sat back as Cody's lips puckered into a whistle.  "Damn, lady's got the hots for you Bossman.  So...?"

"So, what Cody?"

"Give me the details and such.  Height, weight, hair, eyes, looks, likes, dislikes, why she's hung up on you of all people..."

"Cody... it's an anonymous letter, do you see a name anywhere on that letter?"  At Cody's 'oh doy' look, Frank reached over the desk and plucked the letter from Cody's fingers.  "Now, I would appreciate it if you got to whatever business you have with me."

As Cody shrugged and got down to what he was in to see Frank about, Frank sat back and listened to the whole run-down.  His mind was elsewhere, mulling over the paradox of his admirer.  He nodded occasionally when it was appropriate and made the occasional 'hmm's or 'uh-huh's.  By the end of the conversation, Cody was throwing in Playboy of the Month statistics and reciting HTML Coding.  He ended with 'and a partridge in a pear tree'.

"All right Cody, thank you for the report.  I'll expect to hear from Jake and Alex on their files later."  Frank said as he leaned over the desk and picked up the manila file jacket Cody had dropped when he came in.

Cody chuckled and stood up.  "Hey Frank."

"Yes Cody."  By now, he was getting a little irritated at the computer guru.

"If you're that interested, why don't you ask some of your neighbors if they've seen this mystery woman?"

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