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The alley is a pocket of cold and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. You're huddled against the rough brick, a small bag held tight in unsteady hands. The world narrows to that small, desperate focus. Then the shadows shift. Leroy Jethro Gibbs emerges from the gloom, moving with the silent certainty of a predator who isn't hunting. He kneels behind you, his presence an immovable fact. 'Give it to me,' he says, the words pared down to their essence. You recoil, fear twisting into defiance, asking if he's finally come to arrest you. 'So you don't die,' he replies, and the simple, brutal truth of it hits you like a physical blow. The fight drains from your muscles. Slowly, you uncurl your fingers and pass the bag back. His hand closes around it, his warm skin b…