I'm not really a fluffy kind of gal. I like reading fluff, but I never considered myself good at writing it. So apparently, I was wrong. hahaha

Let me know what you think, as always.

R&R love-birds.

It had been a week since Booth had told Brennan that he loved her and as of yet, he had rarely had a chance to talk to her about their personal lives because of the intense case load that they had hovering over their heads. A few new things had happened, small things, but good nonetheless. In the car on the way to the case he would often hold her hand even when they were bickering with each other about belief systems or the societal mores that were inflicted upon the youth of D.C. and America as a whole. They also recently became aware of the time gaps that they spent merely staring into each others eyes after coming upon some common ground which they hadn't noticed previously.

Booth was walking into the Hoover building after a morning of visiting potential suspects and informing the victim's family of their tragic loss. Despite the sadness of the days events, Booth couldn't help but feel happy. He had waited a little over three years to be able to tell Temperance Brennan how he felt about her, and it had finally happened; and he didn't get beaten up by her. There was nothing he could possibly conceive of that would make his happiness falter.

He walked confidently into his office, stripping himself of his coat while pirouetting like Gene Kelly and tossing his coat onto the leather arm chair that sat in the corner. He clapped his hands, then making his way around his desk, twirling his chair before sitting down with a confidence that didn't normally come with sitting. The whole routine would have looked like it had been choreographed like an old time movie musical. He was on top of the world.

He had only been back in his office for about twenty minutes when a flabbergasted Charlie stepped inside the door. Booth looked up at him expectantly. When he didn't start speaking, Booth took the lead, "Yeah Charlie?"

"Uh… Agent Booth… there is a… package for you?" The smile on Charlie's face was uncanny and the tone and questioning manner of his statement immediately took Booth by surprise, as though he was questioning the validity of his own statement.

Booth leaned forward toward the younger agent, "Okay then… bring it in here."

"Uh…" Charlie stuttered as he looked from Agent Booth to an invisible point on the wall, as though he were looking at the package in his mind, "Sir, I'm not sure that that is entirely possible."

Booth's eyebrow rose in curiosity, "What? Where is it right now?"

"It's in the lobby sir. It was apparently tough enough getting it inside the front door. There is no way the delivery guy is going to be able to get it into the building with out the use of a… a crane sir." Charlie said, laughing now at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Booth rose from his chair and joined him in laughter, "What is this thing?"

Charlie waved his boss through the door, "I think you'd have to see it to believe it."

Booth jogged down the hallway to the elevator, his prodigy quickly on his heels. The bounded into the elevator like two college boys on a beer run and Booth hit the "L" button, making it light up causing the doors to close in front of them.

When the doors reopened, Booth could see a crowd of Agents standing around something that was apparently a package addressed to him. The dinging of the elevator door caused the Agent's who stood gawking at the large object to look up toward Booth who smiled at them eagerly, wondering what in the world could cause this much chaos in the J. Edgar Hoover building. He stepped out of the elevator, then feeling a pat on his shoulder. He turned to see Cullen eyeing him up, "I hope you learned to share in kindergarten, Agent Booth."

Booth's eyes widened, now completely invested in the revelation of this package. He walked closer; Agent's parting the way as he made his way to the center of the crowd. When he got there, he could not believe his eyes.

It was a white square box with red ribbon around it that had to be at least five feet wide and three feet tall, and on the top of it, a small sticker was placed at the center. The sticker looked like it would normally be on a regular sized box, and the enormity of this one seemed to make the sticker almost ironic. Booth leaned forward and read the sticker out loud, "Auntie Jo's Specialty Bakery." Realization hit him and he was stunned, "Wait… no way." He smiled, looking up at the ravenous agents near him.

Booth gestured to the security guard for a pair of scissors that were already gripped tightly in the guard's hand awaiting the opening of the box. Booth did the honors, cutting the ribbon that slinked off of the box and then lifting the lid to reveal a very large apple pie resting inside. The men standing around him groaned in delight as the smell of the apples and cinnamon wafted throughout the lobby. In the center of the pie, there was a piece of paper propped on one of the cross pieces of crust that lay over the delicious insides of the mixture. Booth stepped inside the box and reached toward the note.

"If you fall into that pie," one of the agents in the crowd said, "I'll never forgive you, Booth."

All of the men laughed including Booth as he outstretched his hand a little further and grabbed the note off of the top. He put it in his pocket and found a stack of plates and plastic utensils that had been given to them from the bakery, "Dig in, boys." He said climbing out of the box and letting them feed off of his present. He walked over to Charlie who was impatiently staring at the men who were crowded around the pie; itching to get his own piece. Booth smiled at him and gestured toward the box, "Get me one while you're at it." Charlie eagerly raced toward the box in hopes of getting some of the crust part.

Booth turned to observe the sight in front of him. If any criminals were able to see what was happening in this lobby, they would know how to distract FBI agent's from solving crime. He took the note out of his pocket and opened it. It was her handwriting on the card and he traced his fingers over the scrawl before reading what it said, "The difference between you and this pie is that a sugar high lasts for only a few hours, but the high I get when I'm with you is permanent."