A/N: Hi there! I know what you are thinking: another update already? Yes! Sometimes pieces of the story just fall into the right place and when it is done, I rather post it before I start rewriting a bunch of it. So please enjoy this next chapter, you never know when the next one will be up.

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Wendell pulled Lilly into his side. She looked up at him with a smile. "Is everything okay?" She asked as she sensed that something was bugging him. For some reason, Wendell was quieter and a little distant while talking about their day.

"Yeah, of course," Wendell said, a tight tense smile pulling at his lips.

"Hmm-hmm", Lilly dryly stated. "What's on your mind?" She saw the struggle that was happening inside his head.

"Would it be okay if we only see each other once next week?"

Curious why he was asking her this question she studied his face. What she found was either anxiety or tension. "That is a lot less than usual, but yeah, of course. Unless you want to break up, because then I'd rather you just do it." She said it lightly and jokingly, but immediately regretted it as she felt him tense up beside her.

"No!" Wendell immediately exclaimed. "Unless that is what you want?"

"Relax, I was just joking", Lilly said with a smile, squeezing his arm. "Why are you asking?"

Wendell shrugged, feeling vulnerable and insecure. "I asked a high school friend who is an EMT if I could shadow him for a day or two."

There was a shyness in his response. "Oh, cool!" Lilly said. "What brought this on?"

"You did..." Wendell said. "... and Booth too." He was relieved Lilly seemed enthusiastic. "I've looked into Quantico and career options within the FBI, but I want to have a broader view. When I chose forensic anthropology I barely looked into other studies and I don't want to make the same mistake twice." His voice died down a little.

"I would definitely not call it a mistake though", Lilly countered.

Wendell continued, ignoring her comment. "So, I decided to look into other possible careers and educational tracks. Mike was open to letting me tag along on a few EMT shifts. I also asked Julie, who specialized in pelvic physiotherapy, but she said most of her patients would be uncomfortable. My professor suggested becoming an orthopedic nurse, but that type of medical training is very expensive."

Lilly nodded. "That is great, I guess you've been really busy figuring that all out. I am sorry I've been so focused on all the things I need to get in order before graduating."

"I understand and that is okay." Wendell waived it away.

"So why are you so apprehensive to bring this up?" Lilly asked. She saw his eyes water. She took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Because... I am so proud of you and your determination, while I can't figure out what I am going to do next after graduation."

Lilly looked at him getting upset. "Oh my god, Wendell... You'll figure it out. Look how much you've already been working on finding what is next?!"

He sighed. "I think I am too worried about making the wrong choice."

With a smile, she cupped his face. "You won't. You can only make the right choice. If a thing doesn't work out as you hoped or expected, it doesn't mean you're a failure, it doesn't even make it the wrong choice. Picking anthropology wasn't a mistake. Just think about how much you've learned in all those years. If you wouldn't have interned at the Jeffersonian, we probably wouldn't be dating now." She looked deeply into his eyes. "Every choice you make, leads you to new experiences that teach you something. In the end, you pick something that will be next. It is not making a choice that will hold you back in the long haul. if a choice doesn't turn out like you hoped you just pick the next thing. I am proud of you too you, you know", Lilly said. "I'll be proud of you whatever career you chose."

Wendell swallowed as he pulled Lilly in for a hug, blinking away the tears that he had successfully prevented from spilling.

"Even if you decide to become one of those slick Wallstreet brokers," Lilly added with a grin.

Wendell loosened his grip to look her in the eyes after completing an eye-roll. "Like that would ever happen."

Lilly chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before she wiped away a tear that had made it down his cheek while they had hugged. "Have a little faith in yourself, okay? At the very least have faith in me having faith in you." Lilly leaned into his chest, enjoying his arms around her. "Hopefully spending time with this Mike will clear some things up."

"How was hanging out with your EMT friend?" Lilly asked Wendell at the end of the week. It had been harder than she had thought to not see Wendell as much as usual. Thankfully they had been able to call each other multiple times to lessen the pain of being too busy to hang out.

"It was fine. He really likes his job, it really showed."

Lilly nodded. "That is great, right? Was he always the health care type?"

"I guess he always had a real gift for biology and he's very good with people. There was this one patient with raspatory problems that was hyperventilating out of fear and Mike got him to calm down in under sixty seconds."

"Wow", Lilly said. "That must have been rather impressive to witness."

"It was. A lot of his calls were impressive. I thought I had quite an understanding of how people's bodies work, but it is different in the heat of the moment."

"I can imagine." Lilly once had to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her five-year-old nanny child as the little girl had choked on a butterscotch. It had been the only time her first aid training for children had saved someone, for which she was very grateful. Of course, knowing how to bandage up small scratches and wounds was always useful, but having to run through a mental checklist during a crisis and using a technique correctly was quite the task. Lilly had never been happier with all the practice from the first aid training. "That is why EMT's get a lot of training."

Wendell nodded. "Sure. I am well versed in the bones and tendons, but for example, internal bleeding is a completely different story."

"There was a patient with internal bleeding?" Lilly cringed as mental images of blood spraying everywhere flooded her mind.

"Yeah... Though, that still wasn't the most upsetting case I was around for." Wendell paused as the memories quickly returned. "There was this little boy with a compound fracture in his right leg."

Lilly shuddered at the idea, almost feeling the pain in her own leg. She could never be a doctor. Truth be told she almost hadn't applied for the Justice Department – Jeffersonian – FBI – internship because she always got queasy just thinking about injuries, blood, and intestines. Professor Ottley had told her to try anyone since nobody in their right mind enjoyed seeing corpses that had been put through the wringer. Strangely enough, it wasn't as bad as Lilly had made it out to be in her head. Sure, sometimes she still wanted to run away from a crime scene - and sometimes she did.

"His parents told Mike and his colleague it was from falling down a flight of stairs in the park, but it was a spiral fracture."

Lilly looked at Wendell, she wasn't entirely sure about the significance of it being a spiral fracture, but she had a bad feeling. "It turned out to be child abuse, didn't it?" She asked, disgusted at the idea of a child suffering and hating that Wendell had witnessed that.

Wendell nodded. "It did. The boy had broken his father's guitar that apparently was a collector's item. The dad had grabbed the kids' leg wrongly and it had snapped."

Lilly winced. "Some people are complete morons. The poor little guy..."

"Indeed, it was really sad. I think he had been abused before, by both parents. His mom defended her husband, that made it even more horrible."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Who figured out it was child abuse?"

Wendell fluttered his eyes for a second. "I did. Mike had discussed the possibility before I did with the emergency doctor, but a compound spiral fracture can be caused by a child falling down a few steps, so it got dismissed. But it didn't add up. If he really would have fallen down a concrete staircase, he would have had bruises and scrapes on his hands to break to fall. I also told them the location of the fracture was not logical in combination with the story, but didn't convince the ER doc." Wendell said irritated.

"He told you off," Lilly concluded.

"Yeah, he didn't believe me until Mike vouched for me. Apparently, doctors look down on scientists and apparently aren't willing to believe a less educated EMT on just their word."

"That's dumb...", Lilly said. "... but I guess that's sometimes how it is. You saved that little boy while that doctor would have sent him back to his abusers without even thinking about it."

Wendell nodded. "I guess. It was difficult to know a young kid has lived through a lot."

"Fun would be different, yes," Lilly agreed.

"So, I guess you could say it was quite the eventful week," Wendell said, wrapping up the subject because he knew Lilly could make herself sick from being compassionate with people who got hurt.

Lilly nodded. "It definitely sounds like it. Did it help you with your 'quest'?"

Wendell smiled at her wording. "In a way. EMT training is not that expensive. The part that bothered me the most was not knowing or being able to find out if someone came out okay in the end."

"You're seriously putting that before all the bloody guts stuff and having to see people in serious pain?" Lilly asked, grossed out.

Wendell nodded. "I can't really explain why, it's not like we're always able to get closure."

"True, though I'm sure working with Booth and the FBI more in general, helps with being able to find out how someone is doing."

"Yeah, I guess that might have spoiled me."

"Probably, four years is a long time, long enough to get used to something like that. You followed Mike for two days, right?"

Wendell nodded.

"So how was the rest of your week?"

"Busy, with my graduation, and..."

Lilly looked at Wendell. "And... what?"

"I've been working on my application for the FBI."

Surprised Lilly smiled at him. "Really? Nice! Does that mean that you've made your decision, then?"

"Not exactly" Wendell shook his head to also signal that he had been debating it. "I've kind of been leaning towards it, but I wanted to talk it over with you again."

"Why? I'd say it's great."

"Are you sure? You were pretty surprised that day when Booth suggested it and I told you about it."

"I was surprised." Lilly underlined. "But I've had some time to get used to the idea and I think it suits you. You're very analytical, perceptive, street smarts, all things an FBI agent needs."

"Thanks", Wendell said. "I asked Booth about the chance that the FBI would send me to Alaska and he told me that they don't just pick the field office without taking preferences into consideration and there is always the option to turn the job down if I really don't like where the FBI wants to send me."

"Well, that is a relief. I have to admit that crossed my mind multiple times in the last couple of weeks, but even if you would get send off to Alaska, I would join you."

"Awh, that is so sweet." Wendell coed.

Lilly grinned. "Yeah, it turns out I love you."

Wendell's smile threatened to split his face at her words. It never got old hearing her say that. "I love you too, I worry about your career though, if we were to be send off to Alaska or anywhere else far away."

Lilly was quick to answer him to dismiss his concerns. "There are more than enough law jobs wherever in the States."

"Well, if everything goes right, we would not have to leave DC after finishing Quantico. Booth told me there is a spot opening up for a junior agent in Major Crimes and he'd be willing to pull some strings."

"Woah, really? That would be so cool!"

"It would be, though there are about a million steps to take to get there. But that is enough about my week, how was yours?"

Lilly smiled at his change of subject. "It was good. Maybe a little boring, at least less interesting than your week. Caroline was looking at some permanent education courses, but she hates having to do it regardless of the subject. I found one that looked interesting, but it's like one year from now. Since I liked it, she decided we would both go and she bought us tickets."

"That is nice of her," Wendell said. He would have loved to go to training like that with Dr. Brennan. However, his mentor could only be persuaded by the national forensic science convention, because it showed the reaps of innovation and wasn't as much about stroking the ego of lesser forensic scientists. Wendell thought that probably came with being the best forensic anthropologist in the world though.

Lilly smiled. "Sort of, Caroline said it would help with keeping me in her department. She called it a retainer." Lilly rolled her eyes. "It isn't like I already promised I would stay on longer anyway."

"Ah, the ulterior motives", Wendell said compassionately.

Lilly snorted. "I'll say. Which might not work if you're going to Quantico and then Alaska."

Wendell smiled back at his girlfriend. "You're getting way ahead of yourself there, I haven't even finished my application yet and I'll have to pass all sorts of tests to even get into Quantico."

"Sure, that is all true, but you're the one that has already reserved a spot on Booth's team," Lilly said teasingly.

Wendell colored at the comment.

Lilly chuckled, enjoying seeing things exactly as they were and pointing them out correctly. "I am glad you figured out what you want do next."

"That makes two of us."

Sometimes it was hard to admit to yourself what you really wanted. Lilly thought as it seemed Wendell had already made up his mind before they got into this conversation. Whatever type of job he wanted, he had her blessing.

A/N: So, there we have it. Wendell is going to try to get into the FBI as a special agent. Happy Holidays to everyone! Please leave a review :).