Title: Winter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The only thing I own even remotely related in any way shape or form to NCIS are my notes from my ROP forensics class and a plaster cast of my shoe print. If this is of any value to anyone, then I must say, you are one sad puppy.
There was something sitting on his desk when he returned.
"Happy Chrismahanikwanzidan!" proclaimed the front when he opened the envelope with his name written in neat script he hadn't seen in a long time. It had matured from the childish scrawl he once read so often.
"Not sure what to write. How do you contact someone who barely knows you any more? Hope you had a good year."
He folds it closed and traces the writing once more before shutting it in the drawer next to the picture of a child that once was and that none will ever see.