A/N: K, so here's the first chapter. Not sure about how it turned out, but it will get better. I don't think Cam actually has her own office, but she needs one in this case so, I'm gona say she does. Lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unfortunately.

Dr. Camille Saroyan entered the Jeffersonian quietly, attempting to go unnoticed. She didn't feel like seeing anyone at the moment, let alone talking to anyone. She slipped into her office and threw herself into her chair. She just sat a moment, reluctant to pick up the phone. She knew she had to eventually, but if she could only wait a little longer…

She was jogged back to reality by a ding! form her computer, telling her she had received an email. She began to rummage through her desk's draws wearily, hoping she wouldn't find the object she was searching for.

She disappointedly withdrew the post-it from one of her draws, and picked up the telephone receiver. She dialed quickly, hoping to get this over with soon.

"Doctor Saroyan?" he sounded surprised, "How may I help you?"

"Well, Doctor Goodman, you did tell me to call if I needed anything…" she was trying very hard to put off telling him.

"Well yes, I did, but I hardly expected you to actually call," he said with a chuckle. "What do you need?"

"Well sir, I'm afraid my father has fallen ill." She began.

"Oh my, I am so very sorry. But how can I help?" he sounded slightly bewildered.

'Well, I'm afraid I must move back to New York to be with him. I'm going to have to leave the Jeffersonian." She said in a rush.

"Ahh, I see. So you are resigning?"

"Yes sir."

"Well I will begin the search for a new forensic pathologist-"

" No need, sir." She politely interrupted, "I already have someone coming in for interviews. Quite prestigious, although fairly young. She'll be a wonderful asset to the team. She will be prepared to take my position in two days time."

'Well, that's quite…immediate. However, if you believe she will work well, then I have no problems. "

"Thank you sir, I apologize for the late notice, however I would like to get to my father as soon as possible."

"I understand. I wish you both the best of luck. And good luck breaking this to the team. Good bye, Doctor Saroyan."

"Thank you, Doctor Goodman. Goodbye"

She hung up the phone sadly. She would truly regret leaving the Jeffersonian. But if it made her father happy, then what other choice did she have?

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It was the day before her replacement was to come and Cam had yet to tell the team.The "squints" as Booth liked to call me where seating in the balcony lounge area, enjoying coffee and reviewing evidence. Booth had decided to join them this morning, and was currently bickering with Brennan over something he had said. Cam approached them slowly, trying to hide how upset she was at leaving.

"Good morning." She said casually, receiving a chorus of "Good morning".

"So..." she decided to get it over with quick, " Today is my last day at the Jeffersonian. I am moving back to New York to be with my father, whom is ill. My replacement will be here tomorrow. I'm sorry for the short notice." She then turned on her heels and made her-slightly faster than normal- to her office to finish packing her things, leaving a bewildered squint squad and an astonished FBI agent in her wake.

A/N II: If you have any ideas of what to name Cam's replacement, suggestions are much appreciated. And if you hated the story, please tell me so I won't waste my time. It will get better though . Second chapter will probably be up sometime today, considering the fact there's no school .