A/N: Just an interlude, to pass the time.
Christmas, 1998
Sitting at his desk, he stared down at the package before him. The silver wrapping glittered in the light, the dark green bow contrasting sharply.
When Angie suggested it to him, he was skeptical. He was concerned that it was too soon, that she was not ready. Angie simply smiled, handing him the wrapping paper.
The knock at the door brought him back to the present. Smiling, he waved her in. Once seated, he handed her the present, watching as she opened it.
She looked up, tears in her eyes, a framed photo in her hands.
"Never forget," Jimmy whispered.