(Season 12)

A/N: I had a lot of requests for a sequel for chapter 68. I hope this is what you wanted.

I don't own Bones.

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She'd arrived at her mother's house unexpectedly. Cam and Arastoo were busy packing for their trip to Mississippi and hadn't expected Michelle to come for a visit so late in the evening. As she entered the house, the young lady hugged both her mother and her step-father and then followed them further into the living room.

"I hope you don't mind Michelle, I need to finish packing, but you're welcome to visit with me while I'm doing that."

"That's alright." Michelle followed her parents into their bedroom and stood near the door while the older couple continued to pack. As she watched, she realized that she was letting her task get to late in the day. "Um . . . Cam . . . Mom, I uh . . . I have some great news."

Arastoo noticed the nervousness oozing out of his step-daughter and suddenly had a sinking feeling. If Michelle was this nervous about her great news then it might not be so great for his wife. "What is it Michelle."

The quiet way her husband spoke caught Cam's attention drawing her gaze first to the grim look on his face then the look of worry in her daughter's face. Her packing no longer important, she stood up and folded her arms against her chest. "Michelle."

A nervous laugh escaped her lips and Michelle knew it was ridiculous, but suddenly she was afraid. She was afraid she was about to disappoint her mother and it was the last thing she wanted to do. "I have really great news."

"I believe you said that." Now Cam was filled with worry. As her mind raced with possibilities, her mind went from one possible disaster to another.

Bracing her shoulders back, Michelle knew that it was just best to say what she had to say. "I've been accepted at Quantico. I start the program in two days."

Stunned, Cam sat down on the bed and tried to wrap her mind around the news. "Quantico? The FBI?" She prayed she had misunderstood. "You're going to work at Quantico?"

"No Mom, you were right the first time." Calmly, Michele stood proudly in the doorway and smiled. "I'm going to be an FBI Agent like Uncle Booth . . . I've been working towards this goal for a couple of years now, ever since he and everyone at the Jeffersonian cracked open the Durant Case. I was so proud when you and Booth and Temperance exposed the treason committed by Glen Durant. My family . . . I was so proud to be part of this family and I knew at that point I wanted to be part of your work. I'm going to train at the FBI and I hope to be a criminal investigator like Booth. Maybe someday I might even be the head of Major Crimes, although I know that's a long shot. Booth thinks I could be Director someday."

"Booth?" Cam's eyes were now hooded as she took in the unexpected information from her daughter. "Booth knew about this before I did?"

Michelle could see the anger on her mother's face, so she tried to be careful how she answered. "I had questions about the FBI and who better to ask? He told me what I needed to do to get accepted at Quantico. After asking him questions like that, he knew. How could he not know? He's a great investigator and you know it."

Calmly, she stood up and flipped the top of her luggage closed. Trying to stop their conversation from escalating into a verbal war, Cam nodded her head. "I see. I'll talk to Booth later . . . What if I told you that I think the job is too dangerous and I don't want you to do it?"

Arastoo stood quietly near the closet and let his family iron out their problems by themselves. He knew his step-daughter could be head strong, but then again so could his wife.

"Did your parents try to talk you out of being a police officer early in your career?" Michelle chose to answer the question with questions of her own. "If they had told you not to would you have done what they had asked? Did they have reservations about you being a coroner? Didn't Grandpop try to talk you out of taking the job at the Jeffersonian and stay in New York as the Coroner there?"

Her daughter had brought up facts that Cam couldn't deny. Michelle was an adult and like her mother she wasn't going to let her family tell her she couldn't do something. Of course, when had she ever let Cam tell her what to do? "I see . . . you're right. I didn't let my parents interfere with my career choices and I suppose I don't have a right to interfere with yours either."

"Don't say it like that." She saw the look of resignation on her mother's face and she felt slightly guilty, but only slightly. "I'm an adult and I do ask you for advice when I need it, but in this case, I don't need advice. I know what I want to do. I have a Master's Degree in Criminology. That degree is going to help me move up through the ranks of the FBI. Booth told me that he wished he'd got a degree like that because it would have been a big help to him early in his career. Of course, he also told me that he's an instinct kind of guy, so he didn't really need it. Still, I couldn't be prouder of him if he was my real flesh and blood uncle. He showed me how I can make it into the FBI and make a difference in the world. I can do what you and he does. I can help stop bad people from doing bad things. That is a simplification of what it would mean to be part of the FBI, but really that is what I would be doing. I could continue Uncle Booth's work. He's getting old and he won't be able to keep doing what he is doing forever. Someone in this family needs to be able to step in for him."

Cam almost laughed out loud. Wait until she told Booth about Michelle's mission to help him out in his old age. He was going to be one very upset uncle and she wanted to rub his nose in it as much as possible. She needed some revenge for Booth not giving her a head's up about Michelle. Old indeed. "I see." She stood up and moved over to where he daughter was standing. Taking her daughter's hands in her hands, Cam smiled at the young woman. "I will support you no matter what you do, Michelle. You know that. That doesn't mean I won't worry about you and panic if you ever get hurt, because believe me I will panic." She engulfed her daughter in her arms and held her tightly against her chest. "I love you and I want what is best for you. I always have." After they had both hugged each other, Cam released her daughter and stared into her eyes with quiet intensity. "Did you tell anyone else before you told me?"

"I take the fifth." There was no way Michelle was going to throw Angela under the bus. She knew that her uncle was probably going to get an earful from her mother as it is, but also she knew he'd charm his way out of it.

"I see." Cam now knew that others had known about Michelle's career choice before she did and her irritation was back. "I would prefer you keep me in the loop in the future. I am your mother."

Michelle smiled. "Of course."

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