Author's Note: Okay so this fic is completely random! It was inspired by something that Ihartbooth said and a funny fluff plot just came to me. Let me know if this is worth pursuing! I have the whole thing laid out and it might be pretty entertaining…
This chapter is extremely short, I guess you could say it's like a trial run! If you like the idea, I'll go with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones! Just this random plot idea…
Chapter One
Booth sauntered into Brennan's office with a large, black duffel bag.
"Booth! What have I told you about knocking?" Brennan said in a monotone voice, glancing up from her computer screen and hiding a grin. This had seemingly become their way of greeting each other over the past few weeks. He'd come in and she'd pretend she didn't want to see him… even though that's really all she wanted.
"Aww come on Bones, loosen up. So how's it going?"
"Alright I guess. Do we have a case?"
"Bones, that's the part of the conversation where you say 'I'm fine, how are you Booth?'"
Brennan tilted her head and stared at him. She sighed and said, "How are you Booth?", finally gave in after a few moments.
"Excellent." He said with a wide grin, plopping the heavy duffel bag on her desk on top of a pile of papers. "And no, there's no case." He supplied.
"Booth? What is this? Why is this big bag on my desk?" Brennan questioned, trying to move it away from her empty coffee mug.
"Well, Bones tomorrow is Saturday."
"Congratulations."
"Was that sarcasm? Okay, anway, I have a surprise for you."
"I don't like surprises. Unless you're finally giving me a gun." She said, staring back at her computer screen.
"That's exactly what I'm doing, Bones." He said with a goofy grin as he unzipped the duffel bag. Her head shot up and looked at him curiously.
"Bones, we're going paint balling!"
It's pure fluff, but should I continue? haha...