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Megan walked into the bullpen to start the day. She was about to say hi to Don when she saw what he was reading. She frowned a little at the envelop. She would have thought the director would have given her a little bit of time to tell her team about her decision to leave before giving Don the official notice. She was leaving in two weeks, but hadn't really wanted to get a head start on the goodbyes, knowing that it would be hard enough. She knew that Don would partly feel that her leaving was his fault seeing as he had crossed the lines several times in the past year. She wasn't mad at him for those times, even understood his point of view more than she probably had appeared to. Though those moments did help her final decision to leave, it wasn't because she felt that she could no longer work for him. She hoped that one day he would understand that.
"Hi," she said shyly to Don as she approached his desk.
"Hey," Don said, smiling weakly up at her. "Anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, indicating the letter.
"No," she sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd have more time to tell you."
"Hey, it's alright," Don said. "You gotta do what's best for you, I get that."
"Thanks," she said.
"We're going to miss you though, you know that, right?"
Megan laughed, "I know, that's what makes this so hard."
Don stood up and gave her a one-armed hug.
"One more case?" he laughed.
"You bet."