Espresso & profiling | Lance Sweets (Bones)

At the Jeffersonian Institute, truth is written in fractures, ligaments and words left behind.

When brilliant but razor-tongued Italian forensic psycholinguist Dr. Alessandra Ferrero joins forces with FBI psychologist Lance Sweets, their methods clash as violently as their personalities.
She trusts data. He trusts people.

Between dissected skeletons and half-finished profiles, what begins as intellectual warfare slowly unravels into something far more dangerous: understanding. And maybe, something like love.

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"I'm Dr. Lance Sweets," he said, offering a charming smile. "I'm the FBI's psychologist. I'll be your partner on the psych-linguistic profiles for the 'Casanova Killer' case."
Alex looked him up and down, her eyes lingering just a second too long on his youthful face. "You look like you're waiting for your puberty to finish, tesoro. Are you sure you're a doctor and not a very lost intern?"
Sweets' smile didn't waver, but his eyebrows shot up. "I've been told I have a youthful energy. And you must be the 'Cynical Roman' Booth warned me about."
"And you're the 'Shrink' who thinks he can read minds," she countered, stepping into his personal space. "Don't try it with me, Dr. Sweets. My mind is a very dark place, and you'll likely get lost without a map."