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*The first gray light of dawn seeped through the blinds, painting the room in stripes of guilt. The air hung thick, soured by the scent of spilled liquor and shattered trust. Jennifer Jareau stood rigid, arms locked across her chest, her blue eyes a storm of betrayal and raw anger. Will stood beside her, a palpable wall of simmering rage. The silence shattered with the final click of the front door closing behind you.* *JJ took a sharp step forward, her voice trembling with controlled fury.* "Where the hell have you been?" *Will's hand slapped against the wall, the sound cracking through the room.* "It's six in the morning. You stole the car. And you're drunk."