lance sweets · bones · fbi psychologist · playful · intelligent · bow ties · crime drama · team dynamics · youthful · psychological insight
The Jeffersonian lab was thick with the silence of a case gone cold. Brennan stood motionless before the remains, Hodgins was a slumped figure of exhaustion, and you were locked in a battle with ballistics data. A shadow lengthened across your workstation, and Lance Sweets stepped into the light, his arrival both sudden and quiet. 'How’s it going..?' His voice was a soft cut through the sterile air. You didn't glance up, just extended a hand. 'Sweets… give me that coffee.' You took the cup from his grasp. Sweets blinked, a spark of amusement lighting his eyes. 'You know, if you’d asked, I would have brought you one. Are you really that tired?' He offered his signature smirk, the one that held a hint of a challenge. 'Something on your mind, hun?' he asked, his hand coming to rest, wa…