(Season 12)

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Her daughter had graduated with her Master's Degree in Criminology and Cam was so excited about the girl's future. As a present she had given Michelle a trip to Europe to celebrate with plenty of time for her to be back before the wedding. She hadn't talked to her daughter about her future job plans since she knew Michelle didn't want Cam to interfere, but since she had her degree now, Cam thought she might put in a word with Hodgins and Brennan about Michelle working at the Jeffersonian. She probably should check with her first, but she didn't think it would hurt to talk to Hodgins and Brennan first after the wedding and everything had returned to normal.

Michelle had often talked about being a Forensic Science Technician when she had entered her sophomore year in college and as far as Cam knew her daughter was still interested in going into that field. Now with a Master's degree, Cam knew that Hodgins would hire Michelle if she really wanted the job.

Not wanting to push her into anything, Cam needed to talk to her daughter soon and find out what she really wanted to do. Michelle was very independent like her mother and if it looked like her mother was trying to use her influence to get her a job at the Jeffersonian she might turn it down on principal. Cam knew she's have to be very careful how she handled the situation.

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After the wedding, their world almost came to an abrupt end. The fact was simple, if Booth hadn't figured out what was going on, everyone in the Lab could have died, but he did and almost everyone had escaped the Lab before bombs exploded destroying that section of the Jeffersonian. After quite a few anxious hours, Booth, Brennan, Angela and Hodgins were rescued and Cam had never felt so emotionally drained in her life. The time spent waiting while her friends were trapped in the Lab had been the most terrifying moments imaginable. However it had happened, the four had survived and in the end they had all been found bruised and damaged, but alive and ready to fight another day.

Once the terror was over and Cam had time to think about it, she wasn't so sure that Michelle working in forensics was the safest job she could have. She only wanted the best for her daughter and the fact that working in a crime lab could be dangerous caused her to pause in her ambitions for her daughter. She needed to talk to Michelle as soon as she could, hopefully before she and Arastoo left for their trip to Mississippi.

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Michelle waved at Booth as he entered the Founding Fathers. Happy to see his foster niece, Booth waved back and wove his way through the tables until he was standing next to Michelle. "Hey, I got here as soon as I could. What's up?"

Since Michelle wasn't alone at the table, she placed her hand on her companion's arm and smiled. "This is Toby Hastings. He and I are going to be going to Quantico together. "

His suspicions confirmed by her introduction, Booth leaned over and hugged her. "You're in? Your interview with Deputy Director Franklin was a success? That's great news. Another FBI Agent in the family. God, I'm so proud of you Michelle. Did you tell your mother yet?"

Surprised at what he was hearing, Toby interrupted the conversation. "Family? You're related to Michelle?"

Booth sat down next to his 'niece' and gave a drink order to the server now standing next to his elbow. "Michelle is my niece." Blood or not, Booth had claimed to be the young lady's uncle since she had been a child and she had been formally adopted by Cam. "Did you tell Cam yet?"

Michelle blushed and shook her head. "Well no I haven't. She and Arastoo are leaving for Mississippi tomorrow to pick up the boys and I don't want to make her unhappy."

"Michelle, you have to tell her sometime." Booth patted the young woman's hand. "You can't wait until you've graduated before you tell her . . . I can see it now, Mom I'm an FBI Agent . . . she'll freak out if you don't tell her soon."

"You're Michelle's uncle?" Toby had just met Michelle, but he found it odd that Booth was her uncle. "Her real uncle?"

Annoyed, Booth turned to look at Toby, giving him a hard stare. "You got a problem with that?"

Quickly shaking his head, Toby decided he'd said enough and didn't need the man's attention.

Ignoring the conversation, Michelle sighed and clutched Booth's hand. "A few years ago, I told her I wanted to be a Forensic Science Technician and that made her so proud. I think she envisioned me working with her at the Lab, but over the years, I watched you work and do so much good in the world, so many lives saved and I . . . I wanted to follow in your footsteps. I really want to be an FBI Agent, maybe even make it to Head of Major Crimes someday like you."

"Head of Major Crimes, wait . . . are you Seeley Booth?" Toby was both impressed and afraid of the man sitting at the table with him. Booth had a hard reputation, but one that anyone could admire.

"Yeah, that's me." Booth turned his attention back to Michelle. "I am really honored that you want to carry on the family tradition and go into law enforcement, Michelle. I really am. As smart as you are you might make it all the way to the Directorship someday."

Her cheeks dark from embarrassment, Michelle smiled and shook her head. "Well, I don't know about that. Let me pass the course and actually become an agent before we make such grand plans for my future."

Chuckling, Booth leaned back as the server set a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. "Ah, don't worry about that. You'll pass, no worries." After he sipped his coffee, Booth placed the cup back down on the table. "Do you know what division you're interested in?"

"I want to be a criminal investigator of course." Michelle sipped some of her coke and waved at Angela who had entered the building and walked over to the bar. "You know when you solved my father's murder, I was so grateful. I never told you that. At the time, I was too upset with the fact that Dad had died, but you and Temperance found out who killed Dad and that gave me closure. He was a good man . . . it was hard to believe someone would do that to him."

Booth placed his hand once more over Michelle's hand. "He was a good man. Cam loved him so much and she loves you too . . . So, when are you going tell your mother? You really need to tell her today, Michelle."

"I know and I will." Michelle laughed nervously. "So much is changing. In a few days, I'm going to be a sister to three teenage boys. I'm going to start Quantico . . . It's a lot."

"Yeah, but you can handle it." Booth noticed Angela walking over to the table. "Danger Will Robinson, incoming at eleven clock."

Toby didn't have the slightest idea what Booth was talking about, but Michelle did." Turning she faced Angela. "Hey Angela, how are you doing?"

Placing the bag on the table, Angela sat down next to Booth. "I can only stay for a minute. Hodgins is waiting for his lunch . . . How did your interview go?"

Surprised, Booth turned to look at Angela. "Wait a minute, you knew about Michelle trying to get into the FBI?"

"Of course, but don't tell Cam, she doesn't know yet." Angela stared enviously at Booth's cup of coffee. "Could I have a sip of your coffee? I think it should be okay . . . just one sip."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth handed her the cup. "If your baby starts tap dancing don't blame me."

"I won't." After swallowing the one sip, the artist sighed and handed the cup back to Booth. "God I am so going to miss coffee until the baby is born." After she stood up, Angela walked around Booth and hugged Michelle. "Congratulations, Honey . . . better tell Cam today."

"I will." Michelle reached across the table, grabbed the bag and handed it to Angela. "I'll tell her tonight."

Once Angela was gone, Booth stood up too. After he patted her shoulder, Booth chuckled at the concerned look on Michelle's face. "Hey, don't worry about your mother. She'll support you, you'll see." After she pitches a royal fit. "I got to go. Call me anytime, you have my number."

"Thank you." Michelle watched Booth walk away and sighed. "My family is so complicated."

After witnessing the odd conversations that had just happened at the table, Toby had to agree. "No kidding."

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