A/N I know, I know I haven't updated Late in ages. And I will, I swear I will. I've just been busy with holidays and work and such, and on top of all that I've just been having the worst case of writer's block on that story...I just can't seem to get inspired. I'll try to update this week, I just couldn't get this little oneshot out of my head. It's pure fluff and it took me less than half an hour to write; enjoy!

He hated them with a passion. The sickeningly-sweet taste; the pruny, leathery skin…How did that even become a food? Are there people out there that actually look at old, wrinkled up grapes and think Gee, that looks like something humans would like to eat! ?He loathed them especially when someone mixed them in with rice. One or two in a fruitcake – no trouble pickin' them out. A handful of chocolate-covered? He had no qualms with licking up the chocolate and spitting out the rubbery little devils. But to have the audacity to hide them in a delicious, creamy risotto? Unforgivable. He'd push away the entire thing, certain that the repulsive dried fruits had tainted the whole dish.

She loved them. He'd made a face when he saw her eating them for the first time, absent-mindedly munching on a handful while she typed up a chapter of her book. Since then, he couldn't help but notice how much she ate them. Late nights in her office doing paperwork, there was always a box lying around, either plain or sugar coated or chocolate covered…She never failed to offer him some, even after he revealed to her that he abhorred the things.

It was a rare occasion when she didn't have one hiding in one of her desk drawers or in her purse or even the glove compartment of his SUV. He made fun of her incessantly.

"They're disgusting," He chuckled. "Really, Bones, I don't know how you eat those things. Not to mention they're completely boring. Raisins. Like granola bars. If you're gonna walk around with snacks all the time, you could at least go all out and get some mini Rice Krispies or something."

"They're healthier than those chocolate bars you carry around!" She'd exclaim indignantly, chucking one of the grapes at him.

They were doing paperwork at his apartment that night. Booth was unusually silent, hoping that if he refrained from talking they'd be done soon and he could get his first full night's sleep since the beginning of this case.

Then she looked up at him, seeming almost apologetic, and was about to say something when her stomach growled. "I…Well, I'm hungry," She smiled, getting up to go search for something in his kitchen. "Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yeah, yeah. Wait here," He jumped up. "I'll get us something. You want something to drink too?"

"Water please."

He came back out a minute later and tossed her a bright red package. "Have at it, Bones."

She grinned down at the Sun-Maid box and then looked back up at him. "I thought you didn't like them."

"Yeah, well…" Booth shrugged. "Parker sort of does."

Brennan smiled and nodded knowingly, ripping open the top of the carton.

And as he sat down and smiled back, knowing she knew that he hadn't bought them for Parker, Booth leaned over and snatched a couple from the top of the box.

"Hmm," He tilted his head, chewing thoughtfully. "They're not as bad as I remembered."