There it sat, lying crumpled on the floor. Jimmy probably wouldn't have realized what it was had he not seen the flower drawn on the front. He paled slightly, feeling perspiration forming on his forehead. He glanced at Abby, who was examining two bullets he had pulled from the John Doe's stomach, her back to him. She hadn't noticed the piece of paper on the floor and he wanted to make sure it stayed that way. Slyly, he stepped his foot over it and pulled it toward him, his eyes never leaving Abby.

"This one was smashed to bits," she said, spinning around to face him. Her brows furrowed. "Jimmy, why are you looking at me like that?" She squinted. "Are you sweating?"

"I…uh…" he stammered, the note under his foot feeling as though it was burning a hole through his shoe. "It's just really hot in here."

She rose an eyebrow. "It's like a freezer in here."

"Oh…I guess I've just gotten used to it…" He begged his sweat glands to cease and desist, but to no avail.

"Uh…right," Abby said unsurely. "I'm going to go back to my lab and get on this…before Gibbs gets back," she added, a sly smile on her face.

Immediately after the doors closed behind her Jimmy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He bent down and grabbed the piece of paper. In his mind he prayed he had made a mistake, that this was something completely different. However, as he straightened up and examined it his stomach flopped.

How did this get down here? he wondered to himself. He had given it to Michelle when they had passed each other in the stairwell that morning. His mind raced, running through his day up until that point, figuring out when it could have possibly gotten there. Michelle had come down at about 10:00am to get an autopsy report. He was in the middle of an autopsy with Dr. Mallard so the two of them had to settle for a smile and slight nod of the head. After that Michelle hadn't returned until…

Lunch! Jimmy wanted to smack his head against the autopsy table, but resisted, not only because he was sure it would be painful, but also because the last thing he needed was to get this guy's bodily fluid in his hair. That's got to be when it happened! At around noon Dr. Mallard had gone to get a quick lunch. Michelle, showed up almost immediately after he left, as though she had a sixth sense about when Dr. Mallard left and returned. Jimmy heard the doors open behind him, but figured it was Dr. Mallard returning to retrieve something he had forgotten. Then he turned and saw her standing there.

Her eyes were bright as she looked him up and down, her lips twisted into a coy smile. Her hair was down, falling around her face. He noticed with pleasure that since her last visit two hours earlier she had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She cocked her head to the side. He nodded. They met in the middle, lips crushing together, fingers entwining, clothing being strewn aside as the two melted together and toppled down to the ground. Somehow, in that moment of passion, the letter must have fallen from her blazer pocket.

Had it really remained undetected by both Dr. Mallard and himself in the time since? He and Michelle had finished up only minutes before Dr. Mallard returned. Always one to think on her feet, Michelle explained that she had come back down to pick up another copy of the previous autopsy report. "Unfortunately," she said, manage to muster up a sheepish smile, "I dropped the other one in the recycling bin."

Dr. Mallard had smiled good-naturedly and asked Jimmy to fetch another copy for her. With the doctor's back turned, the two shared a quick kiss before she slipped out. Jimmy returned to his work, suppressing a smile. Since then both he and Dr. Mallard had been hard at work. Well, until Dr. Mallard had been called away. Then Abby had come down and…

Jimmy wiped a bit of sweat from his face. It was sheer luck that neither Dr. Mallard nor Abby had seen the letter before he was able to get to it. He wasn't about to take any more chances. Jimmy folded the note neatly and slid it into his coat pocket, zipping it closed.

Boy, it's a good thing I found that, Jimmy thought. Who knows what trouble it could have caused?


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