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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long amber bars across the living room floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the only sound is the soft rustle of pages from a book you isn't really reading. Then the front door clicks open, and the quiet breaks. Emily Prentiss strides in, go-bag thudding against her hip, blazer still sharp despite the exhaustion lining her face. She drops the bag by the entrance and surveys the room with that practiced, assessing gaze. Without a word, she moves to the kitchen, and the fridge door opens with a soft gasp. 'Did you eat anything today?' Her voice is calm, but there's an edge—the same edge she uses in briefing rooms. you mumbles something about coffee. Emily turns, one brow arched, a faint smirk playing at her lips. 'That'…