A/N: Welcome to the second muti-chapter fic of the 'Cleverly Disguised' Trilogy. Hope you all enjoy it!

Title: Cleverly Disguised as a Responsible Adult

Summary: The relationship between Booth and Brennan is growing. They have been through a whole lot over the past few weeks. Their relationship is moving slowly, but it is moving. So what happens when Booth, Brennan and the squints go camping.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (no, I mean it...I'm broke). The characters belong to FOX and all that jazz. The plot line is © WolfMyjic 2006.

(which is five weeks after Cleverly Disguised as an Infant)

"No." Dr. Temperance Brennan never slowed her pace as her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth followed behind her.

"But why?" Booth questioned as he dodged around a ground a lab techs that were moving too slow.

"I don't have to give you a reason, Booth," Brennan threw over her shoulder, as she tried to keep distance between them.

"You'll like it," he told her, his comment making a few people cast confused looks his way.

"No, I want."

"How do you know?" he questioned. "I've never done it, have you?" Booth put out his hands to steady a woman that had come blindly around a corner and ran into him. She offered an apology and made around Booth, leaving him to hurry and catch back up to his partner.

"I've done it before, Booth," Brennan responded as he gained ground. "And I didn't really like it."

"What if I get some more people to go? Then would you say yes?" Booth dodged out of the way of another group of people as he continued to follow Brennan down the crowed hallway.

"The answer is no, Booth. I am not, under any circumstances, going camping this weekend." Booth finally caught up with her and reached for her arm.

"Oh, come on, Bones," he pleaded. "It'll be fun." Brennan pulled from his grip, crossed her arms under her breasts and cocked her head to one side.

"Camping does not sound like fun, Booth."

"Fresh air, clean water, clear nights. What's not to like?"

"Fine," Brennan finally said. "I'll make you a deal. You get Angela, Hodgins and Zack agree to come with us, and I'll go."

"Deal." They shook hands and Brennan walked away with a smile on her face. She knew that there was no way he would ever get all three to agree to a camping trip. Booth stood and watched his partner walk away. He knew that she thought she had won, but he was determined to get her camping.

XxXxX

"No." Booth threw up his hands and said a curse prayer. Angela stood in front of him with her arms crossed- much the same way Brennan stood earlier.

"That goes for us too, man," Hodgins threw in. Booth looked over at him and Zack.

"Oh, come on," Booth said. "It'll be fun. Just the five of us. Roughing it in the great outdoors."

"I don't…rough it," Angela said. "At least, not that way." She offered a wicked smile as the three men looked over at her.

"Please, Angela," Booth began. "If I can't get the three of you to go then Bones won't either." The artist shook her head no.

"Sorry, Booth, but the answer is still no. Spending my weekend trapped in the woods with the four of you is not my idea of fun." Booth pushed a hand through his hair and began to pace.

"Hey," Hodgins said. "You don't have to make it sound like a death march."

"What about you Hodgins?" Booth asked.

"No way, man, I don't do camping. It's a little too…normal for me."

"Wouldn't it be a great time to collect some new bugs or something?" Booth asked. "You know, something new and equally as weird as you are? And I know Zack here wouldn't mind studying those creepy crawlies out in their natural habitat." He turned his attention back to Angela. "And Ange, you can't tell me that you wouldn't be inspired by nature. All the trees, and the river and the night sky blanketed with stars. Can't you just picture how pretty it'll be? I'm sure you'll be able to draw some amazing things." Angela and Hodgins looked over at each other. "Come on, guys, it'll be fun." He pleaded with his eyes for them to say yes. He needed them to say yes.

"One condition," Angela finally said. "I'm not cooking."

"I've got it all under control." There was a long pause before all three slowly nodded yes.

"Great! We leave Friday after work."

XxXxX

"Are we there yet?" Angela whined from the middle of the back seat of Booth's SUV. Booth glanced in the rear view mirror at the three in the back, and shook his head.

"Not yet," he answered. Angela slumped back and crossed her arms. She couldn't believe she had let Booth talk her into this. Hodgins elbowed her in the side with a mumble to move over, which caused Zack to complain about not having enough room.

"You wanted this," Brennan said from the passenger seat when Booth glanced over at her.

"No, correction, I wanted you," he said, and then quickly added, "to come camping. You're the one who wouldn't come without your support team."

"Don't try to blame me for this," Brennan shot at him. "If you didn't want to come camping then we would all be doing whatever it is we all do after work."

"A nice quiet camping trip," Booth began. "That's all I wanted."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Hodgins said, leaning forward and patting Booth on the shoulder. "We don't want to be here as much as you don't want us here."

"Gee, thanks, Hodgins, I feel so much better."

"Just trying to help, man," Hodgins said with a shrug.

"What do you do on a camping trip?" Zack asked.

"You're kidding, right?" Booth questioned. When Zack shook his head, the agent went on. "You go hiking, and fishing and swimming. And you cook over a camp fire."

"And you sing stupid songs," Hodgins threw in.

"And get bitten by weird bugs," Angela added.

"And you sleep on the ground," Brennan said. Booth gave a heavy sigh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he thought.

"Listen, guys, just give this a chance, okay?" he said aloud. "It's only for two nights."

"Two long, uncomfortable nights," Angela said softly.

XxXxX

"No, Zack, that's not how you do it," Hodgins scolded, and Zack looked at hims with annoyed eyes. "It's going to fall if you do it your way."

"Then how do you suggest I do it then?" Zack asked. Both he and Hodgins starred down at the tent they were trying to set up.

"This thing is impossible," Hodgins finally declared, throwing a tent stake to the ground.

"Then how come Booth has his tent up?" Zack asked, his hands on his hips. Hodgins glanced over to where Booth's tent stood opposite theirs across the fire pit.

"Because he's a boy-scout-Army-Ranger-nature freak," Hodgins responded. "They all know how to set up a tent, and hunt for food, and they don't mind sleeping on a ground that's so hard you could play basketball on it."

"Then what about Angela and Dr. Brennan? They have their tent up as well." Hodgins whipped his head ahead and looked in shock as he took in the tent the girls had set up.

"Great, everybody can set up a tent but us," he muttered.

"It's not all bad," Booth said, walking up with a fishing pole. "You still have another hour before dark." He offered the men a smile before turning and walking off. "The ladies and I are going down to the river," he called back. Hodgins and Zack sent him a disgusted look. Brennan and Angela gave each other a small smile and then followed Booth through the woods.

"You know that wasn't very nice," Brennan said as they walked.

"What wasn't?" Booth asked.

"Teasing Hodgins and Zack about the tent." Booth gave a shrug.

"Maybe not, but it was fun." Angela covered a snort that earned her a glare from Brennan.

"Sorry, Sweetie, but FB Irresistible has a point." Brennan rolled her eyes at Angela's choice of 'FBI' terms. Brennan had noticed that Angela had a whole list of them, including 'Fine BI' and 'FB eye candy'. Sometimes, Brennan thought to herself, I wonder if Angela has too much free time on her hands. They made their way to the riverbank.

"Let's get us some dinner," Booth said, setting his equipment on the ground. Angela found a spot close by and sat down. Brennan followed suit and they let the sun warm their skin. "Make yourselves comfortable," Booth said as he swatted next to his tackle box.

"Think we will," Brennan said with a smile.

"The water looks inviting," Angela said.

"Maybe tomorrow we can go swimming," Booth suggested.

"That sounds fun." The women watched as Booth stood and then threw out his line.

"How long will it take to catch a fish?" Brennan asked. Booth looked over at her.

"How would I know? Does it look like I talk to fish?"

"I don't know," Angela said. "Maybe if you stuck your head in the water and did this." Angela sucked in her cheeks and moved her lips to mimic a fish. Booth and Brennan both laughed.

XxXxX

"I'll give you this much," Hodgins said. "You cook a mean fish, G Man." The five friends sat around a campfire eating the fish that Booth had caught.

"Guess that's something," Booth remarked taking the last bite of his dinner.

"Yeah, Booth," Angela said. "This stuff is good. Where did you learn to cook like this? Over a fire?"

"Well, to quote Hodgins," he began. "I am a boy-scout-Army-Ranger-nature freak. Just wait until you taste my breakfast."

"Looking forward to it," Brennan said. They all finished up there dinner in silence.

"What do we do know?" Zack asked after their mess was cleaned up.

"Camp songs," Hodgins suggested with fake enthusiasm, clapping his hands together like a small child.

"I was thinking more on the line of a few good stories," Booth corrected.

"I like that idea better," Angela agreed. "So go ahead, Booth. Get us started."

"Then the guy looks over at his partner and says, 'I thought I told you to watch my back', and the other guy goes, 'I did, but your back didn't do anything." Everybody around the campfire laughed as Booth finished up his third story. They had all taken a turn but found the Booth and Hodgins had the best ones. Angela yawned and then glanced down at her watch.

"Is that really the time?" she asked.

"Unless aliens paused time since we've been here and changed all our watches," Hodgins said. "Then yes, it's after midnight." Angela threw her paper cup at him and laughed.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed," she said as she stood.

"Me too," Hodgins agreed. Booth watched Hodgins, Angela and Zack all stand and move off toward the correct tent. When they all disappeared he looked over at Brennan.

"Not tired?" he asked.

"Just wanted to see if you were heading to bed before I left you out here." Booth smiled and reached for his flashlight.

"Hold this," he told her after turning it on.

"Why?" Booth reached for a bucket of water and poured it on the fire to douse it, making the whole camp go dark except for the beam from the flashlight. "Never mind."

"Why don't you go ahead and head to your tent," Booth said, reaching for the light source. "I'll shine it on the ground for you." Brennan nodded and began to follow the lighted path.

"Booth," she said, turning back once she made it to her tent. "Good night."

"Night, Bones." Booth waited until he heard Brennan zip the tent flap close, and when he was certain the last amber of the fire was out, he crawled into his tent and fell asleep.

There you have it. Another very fluffy fic.

Wolfy and Brawyn