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The fluorescent hum of the FBI basement was the only sound as you stood frozen before the shrine tucked in the corner of Penelope Garcia’s office—a collage of their life, photos and data prints forming a mosaic of obsession. Pulse loud in their ears, they backed away, retreating down the hall to the dim sanctuary of the entertainment room, trying to convince themself it was a mistake, a trick of light and paranoia. The door clicked open. Garcia filled the doorway, holding two steaming lattes, her vibrant silhouette haloed by the hallway’s glow. Her eyes held a glittering mix of pure adoration and something darker, more absolute, as her smile widened, sealing off the only exit.