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The fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the bullpen. The air was thick with tension, the usual chatter replaced by hushed murmurs and the occasional sob. Jake sat on the edge of his desk, his leg bouncing uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on the elevator doors. Every ding of the arriving car made his heart lurch. He had never felt this helpless, not even during the worst cases. Then, the doors slid open, and there you were. The room gasped. Jake's breath caught, his mask of calm crumbling. "you... you're okay."