A/N: I thought of this really early in the morning listening to music. I just thought the song seemed to fit.

She drove him to the airport, putting off the inevitable goodbyes just a little while longer. She knew it was important for him to go, but it didn't make her any happier to have him leave, if only for a few days. Angela felt selfish, wanting him to stay with her, speaking at the convention was a big break for him both professionally and personally. She went inside with him, procrastinating a little longer. At security, she could go no further.

"I'll be back Monday night, ok? I promise."

"Ok. It's fine. I'll be here to pick you up."

"Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Of course! It's only three days, I'll be fine. Plus I'll have people to take care of me at your place."

"They're expecting you. Remember, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. Call me if you have any problems…or call if you don't."

"I will. Everything'll be ok. I'm a big girl."

"I know. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Be safe."

"Take care of yourself. I already told everyone to keep an eye on you."

"It's three days Jack. I'll be ok."

"I love you"

"I love you too. Now go or you'll miss you flight."

The pair hugged, kissed, and with that, he went through the gates and was gone. Angela just stood there for a moment before making her way back to the car. She was being silly, she scolded herself, it was only three days, and nothing was going to happen. It was going to be the longest three days of her life she predicted.

Angela made plans to take a nice, long bubble bath when she got back. She loved the tub; it was a huge antique claw foot. It suddenly occurred to her that she spent more time at his place than her own anymore. She was at her own apartment maybe one night a week. Angela had a fleeting thought about them moving in together, but dismissed it quickly, Jack liked his privacy and probably wouldn't want her there 24/7.

She got in and started the car, but froze when she went to turn on the radio. There was a piece of paper taped to it with her name written across the front. She curiously snatched it up and opened it. Angela was confused; inside there were only four lines written, and no explanation.

If I wrote you a symphony,
Just to say how much you mean to me

What would you do?

Turn on the radio.

It took her a moment, but she recognized the words as the lyrics to one of her favorite songs, My Love by Justin Timberlake. Following the directions, she pressed the power button and smiled when the sound of the 'squint squad' singing a horrible rendition of La Vie Boheme from Rent. The had gone to this little hole-in-the-wall bar a few weeks back and after a few drinks they decided to get up there all together. It hadn't been pretty, but it had been fun. Angela couldn't believe he'd gotten a recording, it was beyond sweet. And better than any symphony. Angela sang along with the recording as she drove.

A/N: Well, here's the first chapter. I want to go by each verse. Tell me what you think, please? Hugs and kisses to reviewers. --SSidle--