All of you who wanted more, here it is! I stayed up until wayy past when I usually go to bed to write it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any other fictional characters mentioned throughout the story.

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Hodgins and Zach were dresses in spandex, capes, and black masks. Angela had decided to turn the dynamic duo into a well-known superhero and his loyal sidekick.

Booth was the first to break the silence. "If my costume is that cheesy, then I'm outta here." He started to walk away, only to be lured back by Angela's intimidating glare.

"Hey. Man! These are classics! Batman and Robin are the epitome of all superheroes!" Hodgins stood up proud and straight, and Angela couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to make himself seem taller.

Zach, who had been standing in silence, spoke up. "I don't see why I have to be the sidekick."

"Well, anthropologically speaking, Hodgins' muscular build cause him to fit more into the superhero norm than you, Zack..." Brennan trailed off at the sullen look on her former apprentice's face.

"No, no. It's' because I'm cooler. Besides, you're not manly enough to be Batman. Batman's tough!" Stated Hodgins very matter-of-factly.

Zach had his own rebuttal. "Toughness isn't just judged by one's muscular physique, but by their personality and mindset – "

"Face it, dude! I'm Batman, and you're Robin! The sidekick. The associate. The helper. That's the way it is! Besides, Angela obviously thinks I'm the better super – "

"Enough, you two! I picked who I picked, and that's that!" Interrupted a very amused Angela. 'Now, who should I have go next…?'

Booth cast a sideways glance at the two men. Hodgins had an arrogant, triumphant look on his face. For Zach, and immature pout. 'Gee, I always thought Robin was cooler. No way I'm telling that to Zach…."

Booth's thoughts were cut short by the sound of Angela's voice.

"Dr. Saroyan, you're next!"

Looking surprised and then defiant, Cam objected. "Uh-uh. I'm the boss, and somebody has to look professional around here."

"Not today!" Said Angela, shoving a plastic grocery bag into Cam's hands and nudging her towards the ladies room door.

Cam gave in. "Fine but if it's inappropriate," she looked Angela up and down "Then I'm not wearing it."

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The first thought that entered everyone's mind was how… appropriate Cam's costume actually was. Angela was the only one to say it aloud.

"The evil look suits you, Dr. Saroyan."

For Cam, Angela had chosen a skin tight, red long sleeved, long panted body suit. It had a fake whip hanging from a belt loop, and a pointy tail coming out the back. In her hands Cam carried a very ominous looking plastic pitchfork, and on her head she wore bright red plastic horns. She was the devil.

"I don't get it." A confused Brennan turned to her partner. "What is she supposed to be?"

"The devil, Bones! Didn't you ever watch movies when you were a kid or… or read comics?" asked Booth in disbelief.

"Wha… even if the devil weren't a purely fictional character made up to scare people into following God, I don't think that's what he, or she, would look like." Argued a puzzled Brennan.

"If you don't believe in the devil, then how do you know if it's a he or she? What if it's a shim?" Asked Booth.

"A Shim. Meaning cross between man and women? Those sorts of genetic mutations happen rarely, Booth. That's highly unlikely."

"I'm trying to prove a point, Bones. Could you just…"

Wanting to end the conversation, Brennan turned back to Angela. "Ange, are we done here?"

"Yes, sweetie, we are." Sighed Angela. "Booth, here's your costume. Go change in the men's room. Bren, come with me."

"Hey, whoa! What about Bones?? She doesn't have to dress up? No fair!" complained Booth.

"Oh, don't worry, she'll de dressing up alright," said Angela with an all too familiar glint in her eyes. "Brennan and I are going to her office to get her ready. Booth, go change and meet us back here in ten. The same goes for everyone else. And don't be late!"

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