She sits on his couch quietly. He stares at her. She says nothing so he begins.

"You resent your daughter."

"No I don't," she disagrees.

"You do. I don't know why, but I know that you do."

"I don't resent her. Why would I resent her?"

"Because she held you back. Having her kept you from your goals in some way. You had to work harder and longer because of her. You've never viewed her as anything but a burden that's why you gave her to, the man you thought to be her father, to raise. You pawned her off on him."

"No I didn't."

"So what happened then?"

"I... I didn't want her to be raised by strangers."

"How long did you know him?"

"A couple of years."

"You didn't know him that well. You didn't know him well enough to entrust him with your child."

"I thought that she was his."

"So that makes it ok for you to be absent in her life?"

"I wasn't absent in her life."

"That's not how she sees it."

"She's a kid."

"Maybe you resent her because you were too young when you had her. You feel like she took your youth. I don't know why... but I know that you do."

"No I don't."

"With your permission I'd like to hypnotize you."

"Fine, but you're not going to find out anything earth shattering."

"We'll see."

He puts her under. Finally after several minutes her brings her back into a state of consciousness.

"Do you have any memory of what you just told me?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"That's not good."

"What's not?"

"What you told me is buried so deep in your subconscious that you won't bring it into your conscious unless you want to. I don't think that you do, so you probably won't."

"What are you saying?"

"If you really want to know start digging. Just be prepared for what you're about to learn, because it's the key to unlocking it all. Once you realize this you'll see your error, and you'll hate yourself."

"How can you know that?"

"Just trust me."

"So are you going to tell me what I told you?"

"I think that it's best if you figure it out on your own."

"But..."

"Trust me."

"Yeah, ok," she agrees.

She goes off to work. She's on the platform conferring with Dr. Brennan when Seeley comes up. He hands Bones a cup of coffee. He stands next to her and says nothing to Cam.

"Are you going to talk to me?" Cam asks.

"No I have nothing to say to you. Come on Bones we've got an interrogation to go to."

"Ok," she agrees.

He brushes past Cam. She smells the gel in his hair. Angela is coming onto the platform as the dynamic duo are leaving it.

"So I..."

"Angela it will have to wait," she flaps her hand.

"Cam are you ok?" Angela asks after noticing Cam's deer in the headlights look.

She stands there on the platform silently for a couple of minutes.

"Cam. Hello are you ok?"

"Angela I've got to go. Whatever it is I'm sure that it can wait. If not call Dr. Brennan and tell her."

"But..." before Angela can finish her thought Cam is gone.

In the FBI building Dr. Lance Sweets is finishing his lunch. He hears voices from the reception area. His door flies open, in comes Cam and the door flies shut.

"How the hell could you think that it wouldn't be ok to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"How is it ok for you to not to tell me that?"

"Cam calm down."

"I can't I..."

"Sit down. Let's talk about this. Why are you upset?"

"You know why I'm upset."

"I could guess, but it would be better if you told me."

"I remember."

"You remember what?"

"I remember what I told you, or what I think I told you... at least what I assume that I told you."

"Take a deep breath first of all. Second of all take a seat and then we will discuss this."

"Ok," she agrees.

Flashback May 15th 1993~ it was early... or really late depending on which way you looked at it. She woke up on the couch at Jared Booth's. Before opening her eyes she could smell hair gel. Upon opening her eyes she sees Jared's father standing over her with a wild expression on his face.

"Mr. Booth do you need something?"

"No honey," he smiles a toothy grin.

She smells the alcohol on his breath. "I think that you should go to bed," she tells him.

"Shh!" he places his hand over her mouth.

She slaps it away. "What are you doing?" she asks still slightly intoxicated herself.

"Shh!"

"Get out of here," she warns him.

He places his knee on her chest cutting off her oxygen supply. She struggles to breath and watches as he covers her mouth with one hand and fumbles with his belt with the other.

End of flashback.

"Does it make sense to you now? You didn't remember because you probably weren't conscious, and you repressed it."

"I..."

"Do you get it now? Subconsciously you knew. That's why you didn't want her. Maybe it did have something with you feeling that you weren't ready to be a parent, but it had to do with that too. You didn't want to see it, but subconsciously it was all you could see."

"What have I done? She's fourteen years old, and I..."

"You pushed her away to protect yourself, and to protect her."

"I'm her mother. My mother... she... I'm not like her. I haven't been there for her and I knew it. I knew that I wasn't there for her enough, but I..."

"You didn't want to see it. You didn't want to deal with it."

"I'm a terrible person, and an even worse mother."

"You're not a terrible person, you're a person who has a past. You're someone who has past traumas. You deal with some of them, but some of them, the traumas that are too big to understand, you just pretend that they never happened."

"I...," she runs her hand through her hair, "All of this time I've been worried about how I look, what other people think of me. I've stressed over finding the best job. I've worked my hardest to be the best in my field, and somehow I've failed to see that she doesn't care about any of that. She wouldn't care if I lived in a cardboard box."

"How do you feel right now?"

"Like a failure. I... I don't know her. I don't know her favorite color, or food, I don't know who any of her friends are, or if she even has any."

"And you're just now seeing this?"

"I... I thought that she was ok. I thought that one parent was enough, but... a girl needs a mother, and I've never been one. All I did was give birth to her."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. Where do I start? What can I do to make this right when her life everything that I've done is wrong?"

"Just be there for her."

"Right," Cam nods.

That evening when Cam comes home from work the house is quiet. The only light in the house that is on is the light in the guest room..her daughter's room. She stands at the door for a minute and a half before getting up enough courage to knock.

"What?" the voice on the other side grumbles.

"Can I come in?"

"I guess."

Cam opens the door and steps into the room. She finds her daughter laying on her bed.

"Are you ok?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I'm asking if you're ok."

Luca turns around and looks at Cam.

"Have you been crying."

"No why?"

"Your face is all red."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Why don't you tell me what's going on? Why were you crying?"

"I hate it here. No one is ever home when I'm here. And school sucks... I don't know anyone."

"You'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it. I want to go home."

"Luca this is your home."

"No it's not. This is your home, not mine."

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. What can I do to make you feel like this is your home?"

"Nothing, it's not my home. I wish..."

Cam stops her, "Stop."

"Why?"

"I know that you don't like it here. I know that moving is hard. I know that you hate me. I know that you hate me working so much. I also know that you need me. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you. I want to be there for you now."

"It's a little late don't you think?"

"No."

"So have you met any cute boys?"

"What now after talking to me for three minutes you're my friend?"

"No. I just want to know what's going on in your life."

"Nothing. I go to school, and I come home and study, and then I go to bed."