A/N: I know, I know, I'm a terrible person. I hope you will all forgive me for my lengthy absence (if you're pissed, send angry thoughts to my Chem Prof). I come bearing gifts of almost-fluff in an established-Jibbs universe (a girl can dream, eh?).
22-Down Tore
Jennifer Shepard was a woman on a mission. Once she was satisfied that Jethro was fully asleep, she slipped out of bed and snuck downstairs. She knew that what she was looking for was somewhere in his house; she knew Jethro well enough to know he hadn't gotten rid of it. She finally found it stuffed in the back of a drawer in the basement, dog-eared and coffee-stained. Holding it in her hands, Jenny thanked every deity should could imagine that she had been granted a second chance. With that, she took a deep breath and tore up the letter.