A/N: Hello all! I am starting a set of one-shots for our favorite pair. Almost positive there will be no plot (mostly because I don't want to have to write one), just FLUFF! You know, that makes me think of that marshmallow spread stuff that we used to buy… and then it would go bad by getting stale, sort of, and my mom would get pissed for wasting money on it… But anyway, hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: If only… Bones and M&Ms Booth and chocolate… yummy.

THE Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab was, for the most part, dark at eleven o'clock at night. The only sources of light came from the hallway leading away to civilization and from the office of one Dr. Temperance Brennan. It was a characteristic late night for her, sitting at her desk, filling out the required authorization forms from Zach's latest "limbo" case. She let out a soft sigh, more out of tiredness than boredom. She had chosen forensic anthropology as her career for a reason - sleep could wait a few more minutes in the name of making things right. Engrossed in her work, Brennan didn't hear the man who was tiptoeing not so quietly towards her office. Booth had decided, upon entering the lab and seeing that no one else was here besides his partner, that he had a fun game to play - Detectives. Of course, he mused silently to himself, his job was essentially that of a detective, but a hell of a lot cooler. Still, he continued on in his exaggeratedly covert expedition to her office. He crept up to the door, peeking carefully around the frame with his usual grin plastered on his face. He waited anxiously for Bones to make a comment on his idiocy, but surprisingly none came. A small frown fell upon the man's features, until he smiled again and changed his plan of action.

"Boo!" He said, stepping into the doorway.

A small screech filled the air as his partner looked up from her work in shock, hands clasped to her chest. Her gaze immediately hardened as she saw who was there, and she let out a huff of annoyance.

"Booth, what are you doing here?"

"I'm bored," he said, finally stepping into the office.

She sent a pointed glare in his direction, turning her head back to the forms.

"And you decided that giving me a heart attack sounded like some good old-fashioned fun?" She replied with a frown.

"No, I was hoping that we could hang out." He gave her his infamous charm smile.

"You do realize that it's the middle of the night, don't you?" Brennan asked with a raise of her eyebrow.

"Don't you?" He shot back, approaching her desk with a slight swagger and an even bigger grin.

She exhaled again and shot him an even scarier glare. "Look, Booth, I know that in your total disrespect for my work you believe that you can drag me away whenever you want to, but I have things to do here. I have paperwork to fill out, and a book to write, and I haven't had time to work on any of that since the Campbell case. So don't even try to make me leave, or I'll have you unconscious on the ground in ten seconds flat."

"Hey, I have all kinds of respect for your work, Bones!" Booth was starting to get irritated now - what he had thought would be a fun plan was turning into another argument. They always argued, but it was usually good-natured. He got more annoyed as he prepared to explain to her, yet again, that he thought what she did was amazing. However, he was quickly mollified by her softened words.

"I'm sorry, Booth," she said with a sigh. "I just really need to get this done. I didn't mean to be rude."

"It's okay, Bones," he replied. Sorry that I scared you and all that." He stood for a few moments with his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do next. Then, with a half smile, he asked, "Would you mind terribly if I hung out with you for a bit?"

Brennan looked up at him, puzzled, but decided not to ask him why he wasn't going home at this time of night if he didn't have work to do. "Sure," she replied with a small wave to the couch. "You can sit if you'd like."

"Thanks, Bones." He said gratefully, and plopped down on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. After a moment's hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two packets of M&Ms. He glanced up at his partner, who was looking down at her work again with a slight frown and a thoughtful look. He smiled, just watching her, glad that he had her in his life. And so he stood up, walked quietly to her desk, and laid down one of the bags of M&Ms.

She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and studied the candy for a moment. She looked up at him, and a warm smile spread across her face. He smiled back, and turned back to the couch to just sit and watch her work. She looked again at the candy and reached for it, still smiling. She always seemed to smile when Booth was around.