The next couple of weeks were hectic. We had the trial, and thankfully I was found not guilty. Don and I celebrated by going out to a nice little restaurant, and then spent the rest of the night in. Even though I had been cleared for all charges, there was still the matter of trying to prosecute the Russians. I knew that was unlikely to happen, but I still hoped.

I had attended Jonathan's funeral, which was hard for me. There weren't too many people there: just some of his family, a few people I knew through him, and me. Don, of course, came to support me, which helped me a great deal. It was a rainy November day; the perfect day for a funeral. I had stayed even after everyone else had left, and Don stayed with me. It was hard saying good-bye to him. Johnny had helped me through so many tough times, and we had broken the law together. Doing that bonds people in a special way. The night afterwards, Don held me while I cried all my sorrow out.

"Elizabeth, wake up. I need you to wake up." I heard Don saying as he gently shook me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing my eyes a little. Don smiled and helped me sit up.

"We found a couple of things that you might like to see." he said, handing me some clothes. I yawned as I got dressed, and followed him out of his apartment and down to his car.

Turns out, Don was taking me to the lab, which apparently had found substantial evidence that would put a lock on the case. I arrived at the lab and found Danny waiting for us. Over the last week, we had become fairly close. Whenever I had come down for something to do with the case, we always talked a bit. He was a nice person once you got past his rough exterior.

"Okay, so there was a little shop across the road from where you claimed to get kidnapped. There was video surveillance and it just happened to show the whole thing going down." Danny said, leading us back to where Adam Ross worked. We got to a room with several large HD screens, where what looked like security footage was being shown.

"Hey guys. Hi Elizabeth. I thought you'd forgotten about us after the trial." Adam said, smiling at me. I returned it and ruffled his hair a bit.

"I'd never forget you, Adam. You're my favorite lab tech." I said, laughing a little as he tried to fix his hair.

"Okay, c'mon Adam, just play the tape." Danny said, giving Adam a look. Adam rolled his eyes and hit a couple of buttons. The security footage started playing, and I recognized myself walking down a sidewalk. It showed me getting kidnapped and I felt Don's hand squeeze my hand as I was shoved into the van.

"Is that enough to get them convicted?" I asked, looking at Danny and Don.

"Well, it depends. We need to get a clear shot of the kidnappers, but thay should be easy, right Adam?" Danny asked, clapping his hand on Adam's shoulder. Adam shook his head but smiled anyways.

"Of course, it should be. But I can do it." he replied, shrugging Danny's hand off his shoulder. "Only for my favorite white collar." I smiled and shook my head. Like I said, they knew what I was, and Adam was the only one who actually talked and joked about it.

"Thanks, Adam. You're the best." I said as Don and Danny led me out of his little office. Adam smiled and began clicking away at buttons.

"I thought I was the best?" Don whispered into my ear, making me shiver. I smiled up at him and shrugged.

"You just keep thinking that." I told him, patting his chest lightly. Don smiled and shook his head.

"I'll remember that tonight." he said, smirking at me.

Turns out, that tape was enough to convict them. Trouble is, it convicted only some of them. Victor Romanov was still at large, since there wasn't any evidence against him. I wasn't too worried, but Don had become more protective than he normally was. Romanov knew I wasn't in jail, so I still a pretty big target, especially since he still didn't have the stupid egg that started all of this. I wanted to find out where Jonathan took it, but Don told me it wasn't worth the risk. I figured he was right.

"Don, I need to talk to you about something." I said, walking into his room. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Sure, come on in, babe." he said, patting the place beside him. I smiled and sat down beside him, letting myself be enveloped in his arms.

"Well, you know this whole business with the Russians, right?" I asked, leaning back against him. He smiled a little and nodded. "Well, I figured with Romanov still out there, he probably wants me dead."

"That won't happen, Elizabeth. I won't let anything happen to me." Don said, rubbing my arms gently.

"I know. Uhm, when he had me captive, he said something that kinda stuck with me." I said, sitting up a little. Don stoped rubbing my arms and looked at me.

"What did he say?" he asked, his voice suddenly professional and caring.

"He said that he wouldn't kill me, because that would let me off easily. He said that I'd have to live with my friend's deaths on my conscious." I said, taking a deep breath. I looked back at Don, and he had confusion in his eyes.

"He was talking about Jonathan. We know that, because he tried to frame you for his murder." Don said, frowning a little. I shook my head a little and looked down.

"That's what I thought at first also, but then I started thinking. He probably knew it was unlikely that I would be convicted for that, so what he said earlier doesn't make sense." I said, not making eye contact with Don.

"What are you saying?" Don asked, touching my shoulder gently. I stood up and looked at him.

"I- I'm leaving New York." I said, looking away from him. Don didn't say anything, and I just sighed.

"No, you can't. I'll protect you. I promise I will." Don finally said, standing up and walking over to me. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes.

"It's not about me, Don. I don't want them to hurt you. And they will if I stay here. I can't risk you getting hurt." I told him, shaking my head a little.

"No, I can take care of myself. Please, don't go. I- I love you." he said, putting his hands on my arms. When he said that, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

"You shouldn't love me. I'm nothing but trouble. You're too good of a person." I said, pulling away from him.

"No, Elizabeth, I love you. I love you. You love me too, don't you?" he asked, his voice desperate.

"I do. I do love you, Don, which is why I can't stay. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you." I told him, looking back at him. Don had tears in his eyes, and he walked briskly over to me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me with so much passion and love, I felt his knees buckle. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to him, knowing this was the last time I'd get to do this.

Don finally pulled away and looked down at me. I tried to smiled, but my eyes welled up again, and I buried my face into his chest. He held me tight and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you, Elizabeth." he whispered, letting me go.

"I love you too, Don. Goodbye." I said, as I walked out of his room, out of his apartment, out of his life.

THE END