Hello my faithful readers,

(at least I hope that you are faithful. If not I am very disappointed in you and urge you to take a good look at your morals.)

How have you been? No, stupid question, you don't have to answer that. And, yes, you are very right to doubt my letter writing skills.

A better question would be: Why, by the Silence, the Valar, Merlin, Pineapples, the Force, Sherlock, Aslan or whatever else is holy to you have I not posted a chapter in years? Literally, it's been years. Two in fact.

No I haven't died, spent months in hospital, lived as a vagabond for a few years, or married and had kids (that would have been quite understandable excuses).

My excuse is a bit pathetic actually and begins with a story. A Canadian story.

A long, long time ago, in a country far, far away from my own I had the idea for a fanfic, this fanfic. It took me over seven months to write the first chapter. (If you don't remember it go back, you stupid amnesiac and read it! No, just kidding, I understand, it's been a long time.)

Not a good track record and a very gloomy omen for the rest of the story. As you all know I stopped after 4 sad chapters, and you've cursed me for it in your Reviews… Well, not actually cursed, but I got the hint.

I tried and tried again to write the 5th chapter, and in part I have succeeded. If you can call a measly 500 words that end in the middle of a sentence a success.

I could say that it was because I graduated from high school, or because I concentrated on writing original stories, or because I wanted to have more of a social life (I failed, it's pretty sad), or because I lost my interest in NCIS (which would be a lie), but that wouldn't be the whole truth.

It is much simpler than that:

I was just too lazy and the words stopped coming, because I didn't want them to come.

This whole letter-to-you-thing didn't have much of a point, except maybe to say that right now (well, not right now, because I'm typing this right now, but after this) I am writing on the next chapter.

(SPOLER) Gibbs is snarky, the fingerprint obvious, Mr. Smith rocks and Tony is hiding away. (SPOILER)

So… he… please don't hate me? Don't shoot, curse or drop me from an air plane. Especially don't take away my Snickers, I beg you!

If, no, WHEN I finally get over the hurdle of writing this chapter, I will hopefully finish this story rather quickly. Even though I do have university to worry about now… I should stop before I cause my own too early demise.

I wish you all (well everyone in a country that has it) a memorable Remembrance Day, a nice Saint Martin's Day and to all the Germans (not that many, my stats tell me) a party-laden start of the carneval season!

Cheerio and see you again soon,

Cucu