AN: Still not mine.

A few days later Zack went to the Jeffersonian and flashed his security clearance to the guards who stepped back to let him through. He went to the platform and sat his briefcase next to his old workstation. "Sorry I'm late. I was working on finishing up a chapter in my text book."

"That's okay." Dr. Brennan said.

"What kind of case do we have?" Zack asked slipping his lab coat and a pair of vinyl gloves on.

"We found this victim on the Potomac near Arlington. She doesn't have any known injuries and Cam didn't find anything wrong with the tissues and organs."

"If there isn't any known injuries then why am I here?" Zack asked looking at his old mentor.

"Because you have a knack that even I don't have and I would like your input before I type this up as natural causes."

"She's too young to have it be natural causes. Let me see her records and get me Cam's so I can review the case." Brennan went to get all the papers he requested and he sat at the table to read.

Another hour later he had his own pad of paper scribbling notes and Jack came up to him. "Have you found anything yet?"

"I think so. Go get everyone so I can explain my findings."

With the case closed Zack went up to Angela and asked, "Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah. What do you need?"

"I wanted you to read a few pieces of a letter I wrote to Jack."

"Okay." Zack handed her a few sheets of paper and pointed to the paragraphs he want to her to read. She read the pieces and she said, "Don't change a word. It's very beautiful."

"Thank you Angela. I just wanted to make sure it sounded right."

"He'll love it Zack." She pulled him into a hug and buried her face into his shoulder.

"It's okay Angela. Don't cry."

"I'm not." She pulled away and wiped her eyes. "When do you plan on giving that to him?"

"Tonight after I write it on a special paper that I bought."

"Well go. You have a busy night." Angela playfully shoved him away and laughed.

"I'm going. Thanks." He went back to the estate on his own knowing Jack was finishing up papers and other research at the Jeffersonian and he spent the next couple of hours rewriting his letter to Jack.

Jack walked inside after dark and saw the lights dimmed and an envelope with his name elegantly scrawled on it. He put his work items down by the door and picked up the envelope as he followed strains of music to the kitchen. A small CD player was set up by the French doors, the nook table pulled out and set for a nice dinner, and finally Jack smelled the air. Zack had remembered one of his favorite meals.

Zack appeared from the cellar with a bottle of wine and he said walking up to Jack. "You can read the letter now if you'd like."

As Jack read the letter Zack poured them a couple of glasses and gave Jack one. Jack drank his glass and finished the letter. He set them on the kitchen island and pulled Zack into a deep kiss. He pressed Zack's body into the counter and continued to kiss him. He pulled away when he felt lightheaded and said, "I love you too Zack. That is one of most beautiful things anyone could have given me."

Zack just smiled and kissed Jack again. "Do you want dinner now or later?"

"Later."