I knoooooow. I'm sorry, you don't have to say it. It's been a few days, but I warned ya'll! Thanks for staying with the story. Just been a busy, busy bee, lately. Lots of stuff going on, but I'm working on it, people! Nothing but fluff. As always, enjoy!

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Grapes, Grapes, Grapes!

Takes place seven weeks after Season 6 Finale

"Wh- Booth!" Brennan leaned back on the picnic blanket, away from the person who held a handful of grapes in his hand and dodging the one that flew past her arm. "I don't want to play this game! I will go sit on the bench."

Everyone laughed. Wendell slugged Booth on the arm and grabbed a handful from the large bowl for himself.

They were all on the large blanket. Over time they'd all migrated around the three large bowls of grapes, taking turns throwing them across objects and people in an effort to make it in their opponents' mouth, or to just hit them. Laughs, words of mock anger and fighting challenges ensued as some failed or succeeded to catch the small fruit.

"Oh Sweetie," Angela smiled, laughing at the pair. "he's just having fun."

A day at the park was just what everyone needed. Well, what Angela thought everyone needed. Work had started catching up with them and it seemed everyone needed a break.

Fisher hadn't made it, claiming to had previously made plans. Clark was. . .Clark and assumed his usual professionalism and politely declined Angela's offer of the outing. Angela was most sad to hear Arastoo was unable to come; the Intern had a friend in his class that he was doing a paper with. Or something like that. All Angela heard was that he wasn't coming. The only two of the Squints that were able to go were Daisy and Wendell.

Daisy had come with Sweets, naturally, and everyone already there was unable to contain their laughter when she came riding in on his back, flailing two bags of chips in one hand and holding onto his shoulder with the other. The poor psychologist-turned-pack mule had been carrying a jar of dip to go with the chips, making it harder for him to grab hold of his girlfriend. The pair had looked ridiculous.

Hodgins, having been taken captive by Angela's idea from the start, had been the one to suggest Wendell to come, and together they'd hauled the coolers filled with soda's and sandwich supplies.

Everyone sat around the three large bowls of grapes, which Brennan had insisted she buy, along with water for herself. They all raved and enjoyed the shade as the heat of the summer day reached its peak.

Wendell sat sandwiched between Hodgins and Daisy. Angela was comfortable seated between her husband and Booth, who still held a handful of grapes over his partners' face next to him. Brennan, although lying down at the moment, sat next to Cam, who sat next to Sweets.

"Alright, alright," Booth stood up, clearly out to make a challenge. "Who wants to bet I can catch one right here." He pointed at his mouth.

"Oh, oh! Agent Booth!" Daisy jumped to her knees and grabbed at the bowl of grapes nearest to her and Sweets. "Ready?"

Booth took a serious stance in preparation for the throw. "Ready."

She threw one. All eyes were on the grape that landed perfectly in the agents' mouth. He threw up his hands as claps went around. He held up his finger. "One more."

Daisy threw another, and another; he caught them both.

"A cheater!" Hodgins pointed, pelting the Intern with three purple grapes.

"Very impressive, Agent Booth," A certain Psychologist stood up, shooing away the agent. "But I think it's my turn."

Booth didn't sit down, but stepped slightly to the side, arms crossed in disbelief at the kid who challenged him.

Cam grabbed some this time. "Alrighty Sweets. You ready?"

"Ooh, Dr. Soroyan!" Wendell yelped.

"Get him, Cam." Angela laughed.

Sweets threw Booth a look. "I'm ready."

A grape was launched, and caught, although slightly less gracefully than Booth's.

"Ohhh!" The entomologist yelled, high-fiving Sweets as he walked by.

"Yeah, yeah. That was only one," Booth commented, assuming his stance once more.

"Looks like someone's taking their cocky belt buckle too seriously." Angela muttered sarcastically, loud enough for everyone to hear. Booth took a grape and tossed it at the back of her head. Multiple were thrown back in retaliation, defending their friend.

Brennan laughed from where she sat, enjoying the spectacle of everyone. She took a large gulp from her water and returned the random wink her partner gave her.

"Well is anyone going to throw any?" Booth asked the group, clearly not satisfied that there were no takers.

"I'll cover you, Booth." Wendell said, holding up a grape.

"Alright! Here we go."

Wendell threw grape after grape, increasing Booth's ego every time. He got multiple combos and throughout his reign Angela, Daisy and Cam stood up, and though all of them caught some, it was clear their numbers were no match to his.

"After some speculation I find I would like to try this game," Brennan announced, finishing a small bag of Doritos. Wendell sat down after consuming more grapes than he deemed possible, giving her the floor.

Cam laughed. "Who's up against Dr. Brennan, then?"

"Wait, woah, woah. 'After some speculation'?" Hodgins blurted. He suddenly found his head being dipped down by his wife, who told him to shut up.

"I got ya, Bones." Booth walked back to his spot around the blanket.

"Ooh, Dr. Brennan! How good's your throw?" Daisy sat up, suddenly more interested in what was going on now than her boyfriend feeding her grapes.

"I've seen Bones here slug some people, I think her throw's pretty good," Booth winked again, but his partner didn't return it. Instead, she tossed Angela a look that held more mischief than the artist ever thought possible for her.

"Don't take it so seriously. It's just throwing grapes." Cam said.

Taking a small handful of fruit, anthropologist got to her knees. "You ready, Booth?" With his nod, she threw one. Her aim was off, so he had to reel back, but he got it. "Very good. Here comes the second."

With one last look to Angela, she threw all that was in her hand. It wasn't a very mischievous plan, but it certainly didn't go unnoticed by her partner. The tiny ovals bounced off his face in all different directions, landing I the grass and bouncing off the blanket. As they ricocheted off his face – clearly not what he was expecting – he took a moment to eye his partner carefully, watching as she sat down again and began to laugh. Not a single one landed in his mouth.

"Bones!" He yelled before dashing around the circle of friends in her direction.

"Brennan, no!"

"Dr. B!"

"Dr. Brennan!"

Still laughing, she only had a split second to react, seeing him stalking toward her. Not nearly enough time. "No wait! Booth!" She didn't even get to stand before he grabbed her and pulled her down on the blanket. Her yell was lost in her laughter as he tickled her. Actually tickled her.

Booth laughed as he realized he was being assaulted by people wielding grapes. He took a moment to grab a bag of chips and throw them blindly at his opponents. He was pretty sure he missed.

That moment was a moment too long as Brennan recovered quickly from her own assault to her ribs and flipped him over, removing his hands from her and pinning them to the side of his head. She looked down at her fallen foe, smiling as she did, then looked over to her friends.

Cam was practically on her back she was laughing so hard; Wendell and Hodgins had gotten into a fight about who just won the battle; Daisy and Angela were too busy laughing and throwing aw's at the duo and Sweets gave them the annoying cheeky smile Booth hated.

"Aw, Bren, look at him." Angela cooed, eyeing the agent beneath her. "He's practically in shock."

"Dr. Brennan that was hilarious!" Daisy piped in.

"He looked so cute when he's embarrassed," Angela commented, Daisy concurred.

"Well he assaulted me." She defended, releasing his wrists from her gentle grip.

"Would you guys stop it? I'm not embarrassed." Booth said, glaring at Sweets.

Hodgins scoffed, sipping on his Cherry Coke. "Please, the man's never been more shocked in his life."

"I'm not embarrassed!"

"That was," Brennan chuckled. "That was very fun. I can't remember the last time I was tickled."

That word sounded. . .strange coming from her mouth. Booth was about to make the comment when Angela beat him to it.

"You don't remember being tickled, Sweetie?" She laughed.

Cam finally broke out of her laughter, catching her breath with a chilled bottle of water from the cooler. "That was positively the funniest thing I've seen since Michelle showed me that video of the talking dog. Seeley, your face was. . ." she trailed off, sipping her water.

"Thanks Camille." Booth said bitterly.

Brennan shook her head at Angela. "Not really."

"Well, glad to know Booth brings fun into your life, Sweetie." Angela said, eyeing their current position.

"Did I do something wrong?" Brennan looked down at her partner. Instead of making a smart remark about what was so obvious about them at the moment, Booth just looked up at her, smiling.

"Absolutely not!" Sweets interjected, finally saying something since Booth's attention was turned away from him.

"Should I get up?" Brennan asked him seriously.

He shrugged. "If you want." He smiled.

She felt her face become hot, as she knew everyone had heard him.

Angela fanned herself dramatically. "I thought it was hot out here because of the sun." She leaned over at Cam and Daisy. "Turns out it's these two."

"Hey, stop that!" Wendell broke off his conversation with Hodgins and threw grapes at Angela, Brennan and the others.

"Don't make this a war, kid." Angela smirked, raising her own handful.

"Hodgins has my back," the Intern looked back at his friend. "Right Buddy?"

At the look the artist gave him, the scientist leaned away. "Apparently I'm on her team, dude. Married sort of automatically sets up my team."

"You're so whipped!"

Brennan finally slid off and to the side of Booth as he leaned over her to the grape bowl and threw a ton at Hodgins. "Who's whipped!"

"You having fun, Sweetie?" Angela called over to her friend.

Brennan glanced over at her partner running after Hodgins with Wendell, a bowl of grapes in either of their hands as they pelted each other. She laughed. "Oh yeah."

Waaaaaah! It got crumbly and fell apart at the end.