In honor of all who sent in Fluff.

Disclaimer. I don't own them, I just take them out and play with them. Thanks for letting me, Mr. Wolf.
AN: Bobby and Alex are in a relationship. This story has previously appeared in the USA Bobby and Alex shipper thread. The title describes this just as well as anything I could say.

Fluff

Bobby Goren and Alex Eames stepped off the elevator. The day had been long and grueling and both were looking forward to getting their paper work done and calling it a night. Actually, Bobby was all for skipping the reports and just making a break for it, but his very own Jiminy Cricket wouldn't hear of it.

As they approached their desks in the bull pen, both pulled up short. On their desks, around their desks and under their desks were boxes and boxes and boxes. Both looked at each other for the answer that neither had.

"You been hitting again, Eames?" Goren asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. What the hell is going on?"

Bobby approached the nearest box and before you could say bomb squad, his pocket knife flashed and the first of at least a dozen boxes was open. He reached in and pulled out the contents of the box, ignoring the nearby detectives who dove for cover.

Eames was annoyed at the breach of procedure, but curiosity forced her to keep that to herself.

"Fluff?" she asked as she looked at the white and blue bottle Bobby was holding up. Why would someone send us Fluff?

Bobby shrugged and turned to investigate the other boxes. There were 17 altogether along with a note to pick up the other 36 at the front desk. All contained Fluff.

Eames looked around the squad room, looking for the tell tale signs of a prankster, but with Logan gone, pickings were pretty slim and if anyone was in on the joke, they were wearing their best poker face. She turned her attention to her partner.

"What are we supposed to do with Fluff?" Eames asked.

Bobby chuckled, softly. "Make sandwiches?"

Eames tried not to look amused at the merriment she found in his eyes. "Sandwiches? There is enough Fluff here to....." Alex's voiced trailed away.

"Eames?" Bobby prompted.

"Bobby, how much Fluff do you think we have here--coverage wise?"

Bobby was disconcerted by the wicked gleam in his partner's eyes. "Uh, a lot?"

Alex eyed the jars of Fluff, then slowly, deliberately looked her partner over from head to toe then back again.

"Eames!" Bobby hissed warningly. He knew that look too well. "Eames!"

Alex walked to his desk and picked up the open box of Fluff. As she walked past her partner, she whispered to Bobby, huskily. "Forget the reports. My car, five minutes. Dinner's on you tonight--literally." With that, she sauntered towards the elevator doors. Bobby prepared to follow when an authoritative voice caught his attention.

"Detective? Care to explain this?"

Bobby smiled wickedly past his captain at the retreating form of his partner. Ross followed his gaze.

"Forget it, Goren," Ross said, shaking his head. "I'm better off not knowing. Get out of here."

Bobby didn't need to be told twice. But just to be on the safe side, he grabbed another box of Fluff as he headed out of the squad room.