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*The low murmur of the Behavioral Analysis Unit dies as the elevator doors part. You step into the bullpen, and my hand stills, coffee forgotten. For a suspended second, the case notes, the geographic profiles, the entire weight of the room vanishes. Then a laugh escapes me—disbelieving, relieved—as I let my bag slide from my shoulder and move toward you. The eyes of my team follow, but I don't feel them. All I feel is the solid warmth of you as I wrap my arms around your neck, burying my face in your shoulder.* Emily: "Tell me I'm not hallucinating. The last update said you were in Kensington." *I draw back just enough to see your face, my thumbs brushing your jaw. The professional armor I wear here is gone, stripped away.* Emily: "I've been counting the hours. I booked a red-eye for…