[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Sweets watched Isaac and Emily bicker with interest, and his curiosity grew stronger.As a profiler affiliated to the FBI, the nature of Sweets' work has always been clerical. Except for occasionally showing his professionalism when interrogating suspects, most of the time, Sweets is like a trash can for emotions. Anyone who is unhappy can do it. Find him to complain, and then get a professional opinion to leave, whether to comply or not is another matter.

Of course Sweets won't complain about it. Isn't the FBI paying him a salary to keep his subordinates from affecting their work status due to psychological problems?All he cares about is that no one puts his profession on an equal footing, since he worked with Booth and Dr. Brenna, they just changed their attitude from 'you are so annoying, you are so long-winded, you are a fake It makes sense that science' becomes 'Sweets, you can talk to him if you have troubles', which may be a big improvement, but—

There is no harm without comparison.

Sweets thinks he can establish himself little by little with practical performances, but right now, he feels like he's a bit slow.

Also a profiler, Booth's attitude towards BAU is completely different from his attitude towards himself. Fortunately, Sweets' attitude is good enough, so that envy does not turn into jealousy.

He was just thinking seriously about the difference between himself and BAU's profiler.

In addition to qualifications, which can only be accumulated over time, there is another difference, probably because I work in an office, right?

Sweets decided to find someone to talk to. As a man, of course he also wanted to go out to work, but every time Booth was mentioned, he hit him once. This time he decided to talk to someone else.

As a profiler, Sweets felt that BAU must be able to understand his thoughts better than Booth.

So, Isaac, who was bored in the conference room and let the wind out in the corridor, was invited to his office by Sweets.

A separate, unshared office that belongs entirely to Sweets.

Isaac, who did not have an independent office until now, suddenly had the motivation to move forward again, and decided to have an independent office as the goal of his life in the next stage of struggle.

"It's really nice of you here." He said sincerely.This office is not too big, but it has everything that should be there, no one will think it is simple.And the owner here is also very attentive to the care of the place, everything seems to be in order.

"Sometimes there will be some conversations here, and it's important to make visitors feel relaxed." Sweets led Isaac to the sofa, sat opposite him, clasped his hands nervously, "Of course, you're not..."

"You're giving me the illusion that I'm anti-customer." Isaac didn't know what Sweets wanted to say to himself, because the life of this same young genius was just like his name, and now that he was determined to propose, he didn't know what to say. There should be no worries.However, Isaac suddenly remembered what happened to them in the park. Could it be that he overestimated Sweets' mental capacity?

"Is it because of what happened in the park?" Isaac asked.

"Ah? Well, it's not." Sweets clasped her hands tightly, as if she had made up her mind, "I want to ask, what are the requirements for a clerical profiler to switch to a field job."

"..." Isaac glanced at Sweets in surprise, "Aren't there clear rules in the Bureau?"

"I mean, apart from those express regulations, are there any special regulations that can relax the conditions appropriately." This kind of topic similar to cheating is obviously not so easy to export, but once it is said, the next words will It's easier to say.

Now Sweets really wants to go out with guns, the way he wants to die.

"Indeed." Isaac didn't hide it.

"What are the conditions?" Sweets' eyes lit up.Of course he is confident that he can pass those rigorous assessments, but isn't having second-hand preparations double insurance?

"You saw Dr. Reid before you got this idea?" Isaac asked.

Sweets nodded, "The way he equips the gun is very impressive." Even he can tell the unprofessional level at a glance. When he has doubts, he will find out again. Many things are actually not secrets.

Very good, one more person complaining about the way Reid equips guns. Isaac thought to himself, looking at Sweets with serious eyes, "Dr. Reid walked out of campus and entered BAU directly at the age of 22. The bureau made an exception for him because of his smart enough brain and a senior agent's understanding of him. Guarantee. So, even if he fails marksmanship and physical strength, someone will still sign the agreement."

When it comes to smart brains, Sweets still has some confidence, because he doesn't think he is inferior to others.However, the senior detective's guarantee...

"How senior?" Sweets mentally counted his circle of contacts, with a glimmer of hope.

"Jason Gideon." Isaac gave a name directly.

Despite the mental preparation, Sweets couldn't help but let out a groan.Sometimes, seniority and position are not the same thing. Even if Jason Gideon is only an SSA and is now half-retired, but when it comes to his status in the heart of the profiler, he is similar to the originator of the mountain. His guarantee is naturally Reassuring.But the problem is that he has nothing to do with this person.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Isaac felt that Sweets' little curly hair seemed to be limp after being hit.

"Maybe you can consider AgentBooth." Thinking of where Gideon is not yet, Isaac gave an alternative suggestion, "You have always partnered with him, if he thinks that you are more conducive to the completion of the task with a gun, and is willing If I vouch for you..."

"Absolutely impossible." Sweets looked desperate, "The possibility of Booth speaking for me is not as high as the possibility of me passing the examination directly."

"Why?" Isaac asked.

"He didn't trust me, and to be precise, he didn't trust me in the field." The problem was, Sweets trusted himself a lot.

"Uh." Isaac hesitated, "If that's the case, you should focus on his opinion. I believe Booth must have his reasons."

"You think so?" Sweets felt a little incredulous, "I thought you would encourage me, because we are both profilers."

"But Booth is the one who works with you day and night." Isaac insists. "His opinion is far more valuable than mine."

"But what if I want to make a change?" Sweets hasn't given up.

"Then do your best and let others have nothing to say with your own performance." Isaac said very simply.

Sweets suddenly looked at Isaac intently, "You must be hiding something, which makes you value Booth's opinion very much."

"That's the downside of talking to a profiler." Isaac shrugged. "But since you can tell, it means you're way past the passing mark."

"I love the candor," Sweets said. "So, you're not going to tell me, are you?"

"There's only one suggestion." Isaac wagged his fingers in a particularly clever way, "enjoy the moment, enjoy everything."

For as long as Isaac can remember, Sweets served as the mascot for Zack after Zack left, and the mood trash can in Bones.And then there was the on-off and on-off relationship between him and Miss Daisy Wick. Don't look at Sweets who has the urge to propose marriage now, but it's only when the love is strong.As for how they will develop in the future, Isaac can only express his apologies. He wore them before the new season came out.

But in any case, as a highly popular character, the development routine should not change much.

The above are just speculations based on common sense.

Even if Isaac's brains were opened to the maximum, at most he only thought that Sweets would toss himself into a mental hospital like Zack, and nothing more.So he is destined not to be a good screenwriter, and he will not know that in the first episode of the new season, the popular character Britney was beaten to death, which confused countless viewers, and then changed from a fresh corpse to A pile of bones was placed on the experimental table of the Jefferson Research Institute, and his friends and ex-girlfriends concluded that he was beaten to death... But the song everyone sang when the ashes were scattered at the end was quite nice...

Although Isaac has no intention of setting a flag for Sweets now, the golden rule of holding the protagonist's thighs tightly can be shared.

"The state of enjoyment comes from being satisfied with the status quo." Sweets is clearly not one to feel satisfied.I don't know if his status as a psychiatrist gave others an illusion that his heart was invincible, but the feeling of being ignored unintentionally and thrown away after being used by others is terrible. Sweets rarely complained about it, but he felt he had to do something.

"I really hope that one day Booth will listen to my advice seriously and be frank enough when asking me for help." Sweets said to himself in his heart, "This request is not too much at all. As for Dr. Brenna, it is still in the process of completing the Booth project." Think about the small goals later.”

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——I can feel that you are under a lot of pressure. If you want, we can talk.

In that carefully crafted phishing post, apart from the person who posted it, there was only this one message.If you quit the post, it is easy to find that other posts on the website are like being pressed the pause button, and there is no new speech.

"TrueLove01 won't ban everyone, right?" Isaac flipped through his posts, and soon realized something was wrong, "She even deleted her own messages?"

TrueLove01's message was published 3 minutes ago, not hours ago in Isaac's memory.

"She is considerate enough." Emily has been watching the post, knowing only more than Issac, "She will leave a new message every 5 minutes, and then delete her last one. Probably because she doesn't want to stay An aggressive impression."

A friendly and caring sentence can open people's minds, and dozens of similar messages in a row can make people feel neurotic.From this point of view, Emily's words are not wrong.

Isaac shook his head. This kind of thoughtfulness was just an illusion, and it was hard for him to be touched by it. He asked Emily directly, "Are you coming, or am I?"

Emily opened the laptop for him, made room for it, and made a gesture of please.

"If you ask to meet, but you deal with her." Even so, Isaac did not refuse.

"I'm not sure if I can make her feel the same kind of feeling towards you." Emily said very honestly, "Even if I want to deal with her, you have to trick her out first."

"Don't make trouble, my heart is sunny, how can I be the same as her?" Isaac replied casually, put his hands on the keyboard, and started typing.

——What is your purpose?

--Purpose?Are you misunderstanding something?After hearing your description, I'm just worried

- Do you think I'm one of those fools on your site who can be fooled?You banned everyone, just want to have chicken soup for the soul with me?

"Will it be too direct? It will alert her." Reid asked with some concern.

"Playing stupid will make her feel disappointed." Isaac looked at the refreshed new message and smiled with satisfaction.

He loves such a straightforward, unpretentious and daring person.