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An Answer
JJ dropped her go bag and purse on one of the chairs that faced her desk. She shut the door and opened the blinds that covered the window that faced the hallway.
The pile of files on her desk made her sigh, but it was Monday morning, and that meant she had to decide which case needed their immediate attention. JJ glanced at her watch and saw that she had time for a cup of coffee.
Ten minutes later, JJ sat and reached for the pile of files on her desk. She was deep into work when a phone call forced her to put aside her files and find Hotch. They had a child abduction which took precedence over every concern.
Two days later, JJ once again entered her office. This time, it was almost seven pm, and they'd just returned from Deleware. The team had found the abducted girl, and now it was time to head home.
JJ grabbed her bag, and as her eyes flicked over her desk, she noticed a new pile of mail. At the top of the stack lay an envelope that wasn't standard business size. It looked vintage and was brown with an old-fashioned airmail logo and a blue and red airmail border. It said best wishes and showed a large camera with a massive flashcube at the bottom left corner. The upper left corner had only the street address but no name. It was strange that the writer addressed it to her at Quantico. Still, the correspondence had been through the FBI's security, so she decided to take it home to read.
An hour later, JJ sat in her favorite armchair with a glass of wine and opened the letter. The stationary color matched the envelope and had an "aged Victorian" look. It was lined paper with a black border and double-sided.
When JJ's eyes found the signature, her heart rate climbed, and she smiled broadly. Now the stationery made sense. She read the contents and laughed with sincere delight. It was a letter only Spence would write.
JJ sipped her wine for several minutes and thought about the letter. She couldn't deny the surge of happiness she'd felt seeing his name and his kind but formal words. Maybe she'd made a mistake asking Garcia along to the Red Skins' game. Spence hadn't asked her out again, and they'd made an unspoken agreement not to speak of that day. Still. JJ shook her head. She put aside her glass, and on a whim, she hurried to the cedar chest in her room.
She rummaged through the gift her mother had given her for high school graduation. "Ah-ha," she said after several minutes of foraging through her summer shorts and tanks, a stack of old linens, and a few souvenirs from college. At the bottom, she found some stationery and envelopes from her university days.
JJ took the stack of writing paper and hurried back to the kitchen. She sat and thought hard for a moment.
Dear Spence.
Thank you for your letter. You made me smile after two stressful days.
I like seeing you wear the new scarf. You look very handsome in purple. I'm glad you enjoy it.
Your friend,
JJ.
She read over the letter and grinned. Hopefully, Spence would appreciate it that she answered his letter with one of her messages.
After she put the letter in an envelope, she realized that she didn't have his address. When they'd gone to the game, they'd all decided to meet at the stadium. JJ realized she couldn't ask Garcia for Spence's address, so she decided to do as Spence had done and sent it to him through Quantico. Then she thought, what if Morgan saw it first.
JJ tapped the letter on her table, then smiled. She would put it inside one of his consults for him to find. Yes. She put the letter in her bag, stretched, and groaned. She'd have a good long soak in the tub and go to bed.
Tomorrow would be fun.