A/N: I know it's short, but I just thought I'd give you a taste of what's to come. :)
Chapter 2
When Do We Leave?
The Monday after the gala found Booth sitting at his desk idly thumbing through the mountain of paperwork in front of him. He was really focussed on something else entirely –someone else, as a matter of fact, someone whom he couldn't stop thinking about. He'd thought his lovesick teenage years were over, but if he was being honest, he'd never felt anything like this even then. Hadn't thought himself capable of it, really. His mind was still wandering to a pair of blue eyes and perfect legs and delicate hands that fit in his own like a dream when Cam Saroyan walked into his office. He dropped his steepled fingers but kept his legs crossed on the desk when she entered
'Cam'.
'Seeley.'
'Please tell me this isn't a work related visit.' He scowled at the already mounting pile of paperwork. 'And don't call me Seeley', he added as an afterthought.
Oh, you'll be letting me call you anything I like by the end of it, big boy
Cam simply ignored the second part and replied, 'it isn't'.
Phew. 'What's up?'
'I'm sure you know a bunch of the guys are planning to go on a camping trip this week-'
'Well, that's nice. Are you going?'
'Yes I am, and I was hoping you would too, this time.'
'Cam, I don't think…' Booth rubbed the back of his neck and straightened, looking for an excuse out of it.
'Hey, I'm just saying it might be fun. It's been a while since I've been on one of these things too. And it could do you good to relax, get into the open.'
'Nah, come on, Cam, you know I never go for these things.' Booth set his feet on the floor and looked at some of the papers that had been scattered askew on his desk.
'Not usually, no. But I thought you might be interested to know that most all of the surveillance team is going and they'll be bringing their friends and wives. I believe Russ' sister Temp-'
Booth's head snapped up so fast he almost got whiplash. 'She's going?'
Cam contained herself to an amused smile, pursing her lips to contain her laughter, and nodded. To see her normally buttoned down, hardly ever fazed and forever unruffled and friend so completely undone over something – and a girl no less, was nothing short of hilarious. He seemed tongue tied and at a loss for how to proceed, which was about as uncharacteristic for Booth as walking on their heads was for other people.
Knowing it was impossible to cover up his reaction and sure his perceptive friend must have caught it, Booth tried to salvage as much dignity as he could as he cleared his throat and asked in an only slightly hoarse voice,
'So, uh, when do we leave?'
A/N: So. Booth. Brennan. Camping. Lakes, rivers, and the great outdoors, not to mention plenty of physical activity and sweat. Bonfires and moonlight. Will nature take its course?
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