(Season 12)

A/N: I had a few requests for a sequel to chapter 69. Here you go. I hope this is what you wanted.

I don't own Bones.

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She entered Booth's office carrying two coffees and a bag of donut holes. "Hi, do you have a minute?"

Wary of his friend, Booth knew it couldn't be good if Cam was bearing gifts, it never was. "Sure, come in." He placed his pen down on his desk and leaned back against his chair. "Welcome back by the way. How are the kids? They doing okay?"

"Oh, they're fine." Her adopted sons were adapting very well to their new family situation and Arastoo was enjoying being a father to three rowdy teenage boys. "Michelle is graduating from Quantico next week, so we came back to make sure she's not alone when she starts her new job." After she sat down, she placed the extra coffee and the bag of donut holes on the desk in front of her, but didn't offer them to Booth.

Booth nodded his head and decided to see what Cam was up to. "She's doing great. She's a fine marksman and I'm hearing great things about her from her instructors."

"So, you've been keeping tabs on her?" Cam sipped some coffee from her coffee cup and stared at her friend over the rim. "Michelle told me before Arastoo and I left for Mississippi that she had a long talk with you about the FBI and what it would take to get in."

"Here we go." Booth had known that sooner or later Cam was going to jump on him for not telling her about Michelle's plans. He was just surprised she had waited until she came back from her sabbatical. "She came to me for advice and I gave it to her. What did you want me to do? She wants to make a difference in the world and she wants to do it by joining the FBI. She told me that she wants to carry on the family business. She's smart, she's ambitious and she's in love with the law like we are . . . Michelle means a lot to me and I was proud that she came to me for answers to her questions."

Resting her cup on her lap, Cam decided it was time to go for the jugular. "Yes, I know. She told me she was so proud of us because of the good we do in the world and she was really impressed with how we uncovered Durant's treason . . . We had a meaningful conversation about her plans before she entered Quantico and she wanted to make sure I knew why she wanted to belong to the FBI . . . She told me that you're getting old and since you won't be able to keep doing what you do forever, she felt that someone in the family should step in for you when the time comes. That's why she wants to be an FBI Agent . . . to ease your burdens in your old age and to carry on the family tradition of being in law enforcement."

His tongue poking the inside of his mouth, Booth stared at his old friend with hooded eyes. The look of seriousness on her face was betrayed by the twinkling eyes and the slight quiver of her lips as she obviously tried not to laugh. "I'm not old. I'm 45 . . . Oh, and I'm the same age you are." He smirked at his friend as her expression changed to a definite frown. "I'm in my prime and I sure as hell am not ready to retire."

The reference to her age had been unexpected. Cam had forgot that Booth was quite capable of defending himself if he needed to. "Don't be so touchy, Booth. Michelle is young, so of course she thinks of you as being old. It's nothing to be ashamed. We are all going to grow old. The alternative is death and I'll take aging any day."

"Um, sure." Booth smiled a rather sly smile. "Bones and me are thinking about having another kid. We haven't decided yet and we may decide not to do it, but I'm more than up for the task. I'm not just young, I'm virile and I have the kids to prove it. Don't you forget it."

Amused, Cam shook her head. "Virile and young, huh . . . I know you're virile, but you are definitely not young . . . Truthfully, I'm not either, Booth. Forties is not young. It's middle aged at least if you plan to live to be 80 for so. Of course, the way you're going, you'll be lucky to get to retirement age . . . you really need to quit getting hurt."

"Yeah I know." Booth leaned forward on his desk. "Did you come here to give me a hard time about Michelle? She didn't want to disappoint you when she decided to join the FBI, but she really didn't want to work in the Lab like you had hoped she would. She was worried that you might take it wrong, but she told me that it's important to live her life as she feels fit. She's very independent, just like you, like Bones. She's had great role models growing up and you should know that . . . she had a rough break when her father was murdered, but she had the luckiest break when you adopted her. You've been a great Mom and you've given her the tools she needs to navigate in this world . . . of course her Uncle Booth helped a little bit too, but you don't have to thank me."

"I'm not disappointed in Michelle." She hated to think that Michelle didn't understand her as well as she should. "I just want her to be safe. She's taking on a dangerous profession and I'm worried and I have a right to be. I'm her mother. I've seen how many times you've been hurt over the years, the other agents working at the Hoover. It's scary . . . I've always wanted her to be safe."

"You really don't need to worry about her, you know. She's probably going to run this place when the time comes." Booth was proud of his family, all of it including the adopted members. After all, he had had to create a family for himself and he thought he had the best family ever. "She's been consistently at the top of her class and most of her instructors say they're impressed with her maturity and natural abilities. She's cautious when she needs to be and brave when she has to be. She's going to be a great agent Cam and I am so damn proud that she wanted to follow in my footsteps."

And she knew he was. Booth had always protected those around him and he had provided Michelle with a fine male role model when she was growing up. Cam could always count on Booth to be there for Michelle and her when they needed him to be. He was a great friend and she loved him for it. "I need to get back to the office. The coffee and the donut holes are for you."

Moving the bag and cup across the desk, he opened the bag and removed a donut hole. "You didn't poison these did you?" Studying it for a few seconds, he popped it in his mouth and savored the snack.

"Ha, ha very funny." Cam smiled as she stood up. "Make sure Aubrey doesn't see the bag."

Entering the office, Aubrey grinned as he handed a folder to Booth. "What's in the bag that you don't want me to see?"

Hurriedly, Booth picked up the bag and held against his chest. "Go away Aubrey."

The sugar at the corner of Booth's lips told him that the older Agent had donuts or something like it in the bag. "You know it's nicer to share."

"Who says I'm nice?" Booth opened his desk drawer and placed the bag in the available space.

Disappointed that Booth wasn't willing to share, he shrugged his shoulders. "Richard brought in some leftover birthday cake. Too bad you missed it. It was pretty good."

Amused, Cam chuckled. "I have no idea why you two aren't overweight." Moving to the doorway, she looked back. "Booth, you and your family are invited to a barbeque this Sunday afternoon to celebrate Michelle's success." The hopeful look on Aubrey's face made Cam realize that she couldn't ignore him and not invite him. "You're invited too Aubrey."

"Yes, thank you." With visions of ribs and steaks floating in his head, Aubrey followed Cam out of the door. "Want me to bring anything?"

"Just your appetite." Cam thought about it and knew she'd better buy an extra brisket and maybe double the coleslaw recipe, perhaps make an extra pie.

Sipping his coffee, Booth smiled as Cam walked across the bullpen followed by Aubrey. All in all, his conversation with Cam had been a success. He got a free cup of coffee and donut holes too, so his day was going very well.

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