Sep 2
Who doesn't love finding a letter from a friend hidden amongst the bills and the junk mail? No matter how close you live, become each other's pen pals.
Jenny sighed as she began her morning routine. It never varied when she entered her office, invariably before Cynthia.
Find a safe spot for her coffee, hang her coat up, turn on her computer, return to Cynthia's office to collect her mail, check her emails, deal with anything urgent that couldn't wait, and finally sort her mail into various piles.
Oddly enough, sorting the mail soothed her. It gave her a chance to think, to have control over her day by deciding in what order she should deal with certain things. She was doing something that required little thought but kept her hands busy. It gave her an insight as to why Gibbs spent so much time with his boat.
Junk mail in one pile, internal mail in another, official documents in a third, letters from places outside the Navy, such as speaking requests, went in a fourth and a final pile existed for anything that didn't fit her order. Rarely did anything go in there.
But today she had an envelope with simply 'Jenny' written on the front. It definitely hadn't come through the mail, external or internal, and it wasn't official. Her fingers felt the envelope carefully as she deduced someone must have slipped it into the pile by hand.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. A plain piece of paper awaited her, covered with writing. She reached for her glasses.
That was better. She glanced at the bottom and recognized Abby's scrawl.
What was Abby doing, writing to her? They had email. Jenny normally found her way into the Goth's lab a few times a week. And Abby certainly knew where her office was located.
To Jenny,
Hang on a minute, is 'Jenny' a bit informal? I mean you are the Director and perhaps I should address you as such. But this is meant for Jenny, not Director Shepard. Maybe I should go and ask Gibbs…
Well I didn't ask Gibbs in the end because he suddenly worked out who the killer was and went charging out of the squad room. I figured my question could wait. So while I wait for him to return triumphant, I thought I should continue writing.
But I haven't even told you why I'm writing yet! Oops. You work too hard. Maybe I should phrase that better. You spend a lot of time in your office, working away, and I know I get lonely sometimes when it's just me and my babies. And I have a few pen pals and thought I could add you to the list.
I know we can just get on the elevator and talk like normal people, but there's something fun about having a pen pal. You never know when the next letter will arrive so every day is exciting! As Director, I don't think you do anything exciting… that's not quite true because you do lots of important things and sometimes you join the silver-haired fox in the field, and you get our budget which is vital because I need an SEM-EDX… I'm going off topic again…
Jenny sat back in her chair and smiled. Only Abby.
A/N: I'm debating extending this, but I'm swamped. Is there any interest in an extension?