It was thunderstorming the night he saw the letter sitting on his desk at NCIS. He put his hot cup of coffee down beside it before reaching over for his letter opener. He sat on the edge of his desk as he took the piece of paper out of the envelope. His eyes burned with tears as he recognised her familiar calligraphy. He'd recognise it anywhere.

Dear Jethro,

I have no idea why I'm writing you a letter at 0500 in the morning but I suppose it could be because of the bourbon I've been drinking ever since I got home earlier last night. Or maybe it's because every time I slip underneath my sheets, I'm reminded of you hovering over me, a smile on your face as you stare into my eyes as you tell me you love me. I haven't slept properly since the night I slipped out of your arms and left that damned 'Dear John' letter on the bedside table in Paris. I watched from the door of our hotel room as you slept, as soon as I left the bed, your fingers were trying to find but after a while you gave up trying to find me and settled back to sleep, seeing the confusion on your face made me almost strip off my clothes and get back into bed with you but my plan was at the forefront of my mind so I left you, the love of my life, asleep in our shared bed in Paris.

Over the past 6 years I've never forgotten about you, I've never forgotten the way you smelt like coffee, sawdust and bourbon, I've never forgotten the way you smelt like safety, I've never forgotten about the assignments that took us all over Europe together, I've never forgotten about the way you held me close to you in our sleep or the way you stood on the balcony sipping the French coffee you adored as you watched me sleep with a smile on both our faces. I've never forgotten how much I loved you, and I still love you.

I'm sorry for shattering both of our hearts to pieces, I'm sorry for falling in love with my boss who just happens to be my employee. I'm sorry that I'm still in love with you.

I hope you can forgive me for leaving you in Paris, Jethro.

Jen.

He got off his desk, bringing the letter with him and ran out of the bullpen and up the catwalk steps to her office where she was staring out of the thundering sky, drinking Bourbon, a ghost of a smile on her face as she watched him run into her off through the window. She turned just in time to see his lips crash into hers, capturing her lips into the first kiss in six years. The empty glass fell from her limp hand and landed on the carpeted floor. She wound her arms around his neck as his circled her waist as he drew her closer. When they pulled apart after the loud thunder interrupted them, Jethro looked at her, his icy blue eyes staring into her green eyes.

"Never apologise for falling in love with me, Jen." He said as she leant her head on his chest and watched the thunder roll away from the city.

"I love you, Jethro."

"I love you too, Jen."


A/N: Another JIBBS story completed!