AN: Now this is a little bit fluffier, and I think the bickering his hilarious because I was laughing my ass off when I wrote it! HEHEHEHE!

Brennan's eyes slowly fluttered open as she glanced around her dark, crimson tinted room. She groaned and sat up, rolling her neck and shoulders, before glancing at the clock.

"It's after noon?" she asked herself tiredly, rubbing her eyes and swinging her legs over the side of her bed, standing slowly before she slipped on her soft casual shorts and stumbled into the kitchen.

Brennan started her morning routine by slipping coffee beans into the filter and feeding the water through the machine, picking up Booth's note and laughing softly.

She looked at her counter and leaned over, grabbing her phone and hitting and holding the '1' key. She placed the phone to her ear and watched as the dark liquid dripped into the pot absent mindedly as a tired and worn down Booth picked up his phone and placed it at his ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey," Brennan said tiredly, running her knuckles over her eyes again.

"Well hello sleeping beauty, finally decided to join the waking world?" Booth asked.

Brennan nodded to herself and mumbled "mm-hmm."

Booth chuckled "How did you sleep?"

"Good," Brennan answered "But when did I get home?"

"You fell asleep at the Jeffersonian, I took you home around 4:30," Booth answered, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he gathered all of the folders on his desk in his hands.

"Aww thanks," Brennan said with a soft laugh "Where are you?"

"The Hoover," Booth answered, balancing the folders under his arm and using his free hand to hold the phone to his ear.

"How long have you been there?" Brennan asked.

"Since about 5," Booth answered, making his way towards Cullen's office.

"Booth!" Brennan whined "You have to get some sleep, what are you doing right now?"

"Walking down the hallway towards Cullen's office, so I can give him the paperwork he needed," Booth answered.

"You had work you needed to do?" Brennan asked "Well then why did you waste all of your time helping me?"

"Because I wanted too," Booth said, stepping into the elevator and choosing the floor he needed.

Brennan sighed loudly "Come home," she said simply.

"I bet you just miss me," Booth said with a smile.

"No I'm concerned about you. You always drag me from work when I try to work over night, why shouldn't I run over there and drag you from work," Brennan asked.

"Because I'm a strong, tough, FBI agent," Booth said with a smile.

"Yeah just to make it more embarrassing I'll run over there in the tank top and short Jeffersonian shorts I have on," Brennan challenged.

"Ok I get it," Booth said, knocking on Cullen's office door "Hold on a sec."

"Come in," Cullen called as Booth opened the door.

"Here's the paperwork you needed sir," Booth said, walking to his desk and placing the stack of folders in front of him.

"Thank you," Cullen said, looking up and shaking his head "Booth you look horrible, you need to go home and get some sleep."

"See! Thank you!" Brennan's voice screamed from his phone.

"What the hell?" Booth asked.

"You put the phone on speakerphone Booth," Brennan said "Hi Cullen"

"Hello Dr. Brennan," Cullen answered, chuckling as he looked between the agent and his phone.

"Make him come home," Brennan said "He's been up all night, helping me until 4:30 in the morning."

"Come…home?" Cullen asked with a smile.

Brennan laughed softly on the other line and said "Call me when you're on your way," she said, closing her phone and ending the call.

"So, you two finally kissed and made up?" Cullen asked.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Booth answered, rocking back on his heels.

"Sounds like you're withholding information on me Booth," Cullen said with a smile.

"Let's just say that your best agent is going to have to start writing his vows soon," Booth said with a smile "See you tomorrow."

Cullen laughed and clapped his hands together "WAY TO GO BOOTH!" he called as Booth smiled and walked from his office, stepping into the elevator with a smile.

"What was that all about?" A fellow agent asked in the elevator.

"With Cullen this excited, I'm sure you all will know eventually," Booth said with a smile, stepping out of the elevator and heading to lock up his office.

*****

Brennan pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail as she sat at her counter, typing furiously and sipping her coffee as she waited for Booth to arrive at her apartment.

When she heard a soft rap on the door and stood and walked over and opened the door, stepping to the side to allow him in "You know you could have just let yourself in."

"Well I don't officially live here yet, so until then, I will maintain my polite composure," Booth said, throwing his jacket over the chair and slumping on the couch in exhaustion.

"Ohhh no," Brennan said, pulling him off the couch, despite his tired groans, and pushing him towards her room "You're sleeping in here."

"Well Bones, if you really wanted to get me in bed," Booth said jokingly, earning an amused laugh from himself and a forceful push from his fiancée.

"Like you would stay awake during that," Brennan said "Now take your clothes off."

"Geez Bones, what's gotten into you, normally you do that yourself," Booth said, once again jokingly.

Brennan turned around slowly and glared at him, closing her heavy red curtains quickly and pointing towards her bed "Sleep," she ordered.

"I'm better at playing dead," Booth said sarcastically.

"Yes I know that, and that little skill royally pisses me off, now sleep," Brennan ordered.

"Do I get a treat if I do?" Booth asked, slipping under the covers.

"Yeah, it's a thing called energy, you need it to live, hope you enjoy," Brennan answered.

"Well there are many benefits of living," Booth said, bringing his hands behind his head.

"Glad to hear that," Brennan said, walking to the other window and closing the curtains "Now go to sleep."

"I can't," Booth said.

"Why not?" Brennan asked, in a slightly aggravated tone.

"I haven't had my story read to me," Booth said in a childish voice.

"Once upon a time a handsome man wouldn't go to sleep and then his wife to be kicked his ass and offered an ultimatum, sleep on your own, or I'll make you sleep, the end," Brennan said threateningly.

"That's a horrible story," Booth said with a laugh.

"Well it's a story none the less," Brennan countered.

"But I still can't go to sleep," Booth said.

"Why the hell not?" Brennan asked.

"Because I haven't been tucked in," Booth said, looking up at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes.

Brennan rolled her eyes and walked to him pulling the covers up to his chest and pressing them around him, leaning down and kissing him gently "Happy now?"

"Yes, very much so," Booth said with a wide grin.

Brennan rolled her eyes again and kissed his forehead "Goodnight," Brennan said "Even though it's the afternoon."

Booth chuckled and snuggled into the covers as Brennan retreated back to her laptop, but not before holding her middle finger in the air playfully as Booth yelled "Nice ass!" after her.

*****

Booth awoke a mere three hours later, to the sound of a whirling vacuum, an overworked printer, and soft music in a language he didn't know. The smell of Pine-Sol filled his nose, along with the smell of cookies as he made his way out of her room and into the living room.

"Bones!" Booth yelled, getting Brennan's attention and allowing the sound of the unfamiliar music and the vacuum to stop "What the hell are you doing?"

"Cleaning," Brennan said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes "I finished that last few chapters I needed and now I'm printing out my manuscript, no you cannot read it."

"Damn, come on!" Booth said.

"No," Brennan answered "And I needed something to do so I started cleaning and decided to bake cookies, and they just got out of the oven and now I'm finishing cleaning the house."

"Geez," Booth said, running his finger over a taller shelf and finding it spotless "OCD much?"

"I do not have OCD," Brennan said "I'm just a very, active person," Brennan said "I can't just sit around and do nothing," she said, following him as he went into the kitchen and slapping his hand as he reached out for one of the cookies "No! I just took them out, they're too hot and they will fall apart."

"Ok!" Booth said "God Bones, you need to chill."

"Yeah yeah, take a pill," she said dismissively, walking back to the vacuum and starting it back to life.

Booth waited till she was preoccupied before he snatched one of the cookies and tossed it from hand to hand, avoiding the scolding heat, as he ran back into her room.

"I SWEAR BOOTH! IF YOU GET COOKIE CRUMBS IN MY BED I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," Brennan yelled.

"STOP FREAKING OUT BRIDEZILLA!" Booth yelled back with a smirk as he ate the cookie quickly and licked the melted chocolate from his hands.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" Brennan returned loudly.

"LOVE YOU TOO!" Booth yelled.

Brennan chuckled and stormed into her room, pushing him hard onto her bed and straddling his waist, pinning his arms over his head and kissing him hotly "Prove it," she hissed.

Booth's eyes where wide, his mouth gaping open as he tried to process whatever the hell just happened "That's so hot," Booth managed to get out.

"Too bad because I just wanted to screw with your mind," Brennan said with a smile, jumping off him and running into the living room, while Booth jumped off the bed and ran after her, determined to catch her as she squealed and positioned furniture between him and her.

They bounced from direction to direction before Booth gave and bolted around the couch, only to be lost when Brennan jumped over her couch and ran back into her bedroom, squealing and laughing as Booth finally caught up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the two dissolving into a fit of flailing limbs and breathless laughs.

Brennan rolled onto her stomach and tried to stop her state of hyperventilation as she breathed deeply.

Booth panted and rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on her shoulder and throwing his arm over her back, holding her to him as he got his breath back and kissed her shoulder.

Brennan smiled and looked over her shoulder, reaching her arm around his neck and pulling him up so she could lean on his chest. She ran her fingers under his blood shot eyes and sighed "You're still exhausted," Brennan said.

Booth shrugged "A little," he said quietly.

"You should try to get some more sleep," Brennan advised.

"Will you stay in here with me?" Booth asked.

Brennan nodded "Sure," she answered, allowing Booth along with herself to roll onto their backs and slip under the covers, only to return to their normal position, Booths arms wrapped tight around her while she was curled at his side, her head and hand resting lightly on his chest.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead lightly as she reached behind her head and pulled the hair band away from her, her hair falling and curling gently around her shoulders and tickling his chest.

"I love you too," Brennan reciprocated, snuggling against his neck as his eyes drifted closed and he was almost immediately asleep.

Brennan smiled as his soft snores vibrated through her room, lulling her into a semi-conscious and very light sleep.

Me: *climbs onto the top of the house* I CAN DO IT! I CAN DO IT!

Brennan: *looks up* What can you do?

Me: I...Can...FLY! *jumps off the roof and flapps arms and of course falls and starts rolling down the hill* HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *starts singing* Paralyzed by the same old antics. Back and forth like some walking spastic. How could a fistfight be romantic? Thinking back now will you ever feel the same?

Brennan: Nice roll.

Me: Thank you *still laying on the ground* I'm scared to move.

Brennan: *sighs and walks down, pulling me off the ground*

Me: Thanks. LETS DO IT AGAIN *runs and jumps against the side of the house, slamming into it hard and falling back on the ground* DAMN SPIDEY POWERS!