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“Hey, JJ. This is um, for you. It’s a, um, thank you for giving birth to me present.” Cleo told her, holding out a small box towards the blonde FBI agent. The eighteen year old hadn’t really talk much to her birth mom since she found her nearly two years prior, but she talked to her enough to know that JJ had only been fourteen when she was born, and a few other things. All in all, this was probably only the fifth or sixth time that they had been face to face, and maybe the tenth time they’d talked.













