The Director of NCIS Jennifer 'Jenny, Jen' Shepard looks out of her living room window with a hot cup of coffee cradled in her cold hands. She watches as the gray sky hovers over the road in the form of a huge cloudy fog. She's wearing one of his sweatshirts with a hood, her thickest black legging, two pairs of socks and her Ugg boots. She smiles faintly as she sips her sugary coffee. She loves winter mornings like this, but wishes he was standing behind her, a coffee in one hand and her waist in the other one as he keeps her warm, not caring if he gets cold, but he's not here standing behind her, keeping her warm as they sip their coffee because she left him six years ago in Paris, on a morning like this. She left him with her heart on a Parisian morning, and she's been regretting it ever since. Sipping her coffee, she allows her mind to take her back to the winter morning in Paris, before she left, before she left him, before she left her heart with him, when he was standing behind her, keeping her warm with the two of them drinking their coffee and staring into the distance, not know that just in a few weeks, both of their hearts would be shattered into a thousand piece, split into too many pieces to be fixed again.

Flashback, Paris, 1999.

She leans against the balcony railing of their hotel room as she inhales the cold, Parisian winter morning, shivering slightly when the chill brushes up against her bare legs. She smiles when she's handed a cup of coffee as his free hand snakes around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Jesus, Jen, you're freezing." he says as he pulls her even closer to him, trying to keep her warm. She scoffs and rolls her green eyes."It is winter, Jethro." she says as she sips her coffee before leaning into his chest. She feels his warm breath tickle her ear as he chuckles.

"Yes, but it doesn't help that you're in my t-shirt." He retorts. She doesn't say anything and just continues to sip her coffee, wanting to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms and drinking coffee on the balcony every morning and falling asleep in his arms every night.

"Can we just stay like this forever?" She whispers at him as her green eyes fill up with tears brimming her eyes, even though she doesn't know why she's got the sudden urge to cry. She feels his lips brush her hair. "If that's what you want." He whispers back.

"It's what I want." She tells him softly, finishing her coffee and placing it on the iron table beside them. With her coffee cup on the table, she wraps both her arms around him, stealing his warmth. His coffee cup soon joins hers as he uses both his slightly warm hands to pull her closer to him.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asks, resting his chin on her shoulder, she sighs. "Nothing, I'm fine." She whispers as they both look into the distance in silence, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Whatever you say, Jen, whatever you say." He says as he turns her in arms so that they're facing each other. She stares into his blue eyes. She captures his lips in a heated kiss that makes her legs turn to jelly but before she can fall to the balcony floor and bring him down with her, he hooks her legs around his waist supporting her as their kiss deepens, but before they can go any further, they're interrupted by something falling down on them. Sharing confused looks, they both look up to the sky and see little white drops of snow falling down on them. She laughs as she tilts her head back and captures snowflakes on her tongue, some landing in her hair.

"Come on you, let's get you inside and warmed up before you either freeze or turn into a snowman." he says as he starts carrying into the warm room, ignoring her protests about wanting to stay outside. She is dropped gently onto the warm bed and pouts as she watches him go back outside to gather their empty coffee cups and lock the balcony doors behind him. She's still pouting when he climbs onto the bed, wrapping her in his arms and pulling the comforter around them. She snuggles into him as they both watch the snow falling from the sky and land onto their balcony.

"This has been the perfect Parisian winter morning." She tells him. He nods his head in agreement.

"It has, it really has." He whispers into her hair.

Jen comes out of the flashback with a small smile as she sees the snow falling from the sky outside her window now. What would make this morning perfect is his arms around her as they both watch the snow falling.

She doubts she'll ever have another perfect winter's morning like the one they had in Paris again.

She doubts she'll ever have another warm afternoon like the one they had that afternoon in Paris again.

She doubts she'll, ever be happy like that morning when she was with him in Paris again.

Not while he still holds her icy, frozen heart in the palm of his warm hands.

She wants those warm hands to carry her frozen heart back to her and melt the ice off it for her.

She would do anything, give anything up, if it meant he was behind her now with a cup of sugary coffee in one hand and her frozen heart in the other.