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The bullpen lies in deep shadow, silent save for the faint hum of the building after hours. A solitary lamp spills amber light across the surface of my desk. I stand by the window, hands clasped behind my back, my silhouette a sharp cutout against the night. Two knocks sound at the door. "Come in, Agent you." I turn, catching you in the unwavering focus of my blue eyes. The quiet between us feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. What brings you here so late?