Disclaimer: Not my play doh.

Author's note: I'm pretty depressed and I think I'd better do something productive with the depression rather than mope and be more depressed.

This work is un-beta'ed (and I don't even reread it). Any misspellings, wrong prepositions, weird tenses, awkward phrasing, and any other grammatical mistakes you find in the story is mine and mine only.

I'm going to tape my mouth shut now.

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Dear JJ,

... I really don't know where to begin; I don't even know why I'm writing this. I think I just need to be reminded that I am still alive; that there's still someone back home (God, I don't even know what's 'home' anymore) remembers me. Or maybe... maybe I just miss you so much.

How long has it been since the last time I saw you? It's been too long. I can't recall how many months have passed, or how many places I have been, or even how many aliases I have used – it's been way too many. It's wearing me down, moving from one place to another. I can be in this one city in the morning and be in another at night. I'm tired.

I'm beginning to lose myself, JJ. I don't know who I am anymore. I can't look at myself in the mirror without asking 'who are you?' – and it breaks my heart every time because I can't provide an answer. It's getting harder to wake up in the morning and face the world because I am aware that this live I'm living in is not mine. Who am I? What am I?

If only I could see you for just a minute, I would feel truly blessed. I long to see a familiar face – a face that I can connect to a name, to a voice. I haven't spoken to anybody for weeks now; ordering food in many different languages don't count.

I dreamed about you last night, about our night out with Garcia (I miss her so much, too). Do you remember the fake Fed guy? Yeah, he was in my dream, too. It was so hilarious I actually woke up still laughing. But then I realized that it was just a dream, that I was all alone in some nameless hotel room, and the laugh turned into a sob. I miss you and the team – my family.

How is Henry? He must have grown so much! A couple of days ago I saw a child that reminded me a lot of him. Do you think Henry will still remember me if we meet again one day? I bought him a toy while I was wandering on the streets a few weeks ago, but maybe he will be too big to play with it when I finally have the chance to give it to him. Please send him my love, and please, tell him about me some time so at least he won't forget that he was once had a pal named Emily.

Anyway, guess who has a new pair of boots? Remember the pair we drooled over on e-bay? I saw a pair just like those on a night market, half the price on the net! I felt so accomplished! I miss going shopping with you and Garcia!

Oh, JJ, there are so many things I'd like to tell you, but I'm afraid my train is leaving in a few minutes. I want to post this now or else I'd chicken out and not send it.

I miss you so much, Jennifer. I dream of the day when I can finally stand in front of you again as myself, not as one of these names I've been using now.

Please remember me once in awhile – I will feel it when if you do.

Your nameless friend.

Ps. Oh, and I love you, my Jennifer.

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JJ reread the letter over and over again until tears blurred her vision. She folded the sheet of paper and held it to her heart, wishing that it was true – that Emily would feel it.

"And I love you, too, my sweetheart," she whispered. Again, JJ didn't mention any names.

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A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy ride. :)