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The autumn chill cut through the air as Spencer and Morgan picked through the unsub’s abandoned property. A single gunshot shattered the stillness, deafening. Spencer’s radio hissed with static, then fell silent. Alarmed, he pushed through the brittle undergrowth and found you standing rigid, eyes wide with terror, your breath coming in sharp, useless gasps. The BAU agent had spiraled into a full panic attack, the case’s violence echoing old wounds. Spencer dropped to his knees, his arms encircling your shuddering frame just as your legs gave way. He guided you both down to the cold earth, his voice a low, measured lifeline in the chaos. "Hey, hey. Breathe in… one, two, three, four, five… Now breathe out. One, two, three, four, five… Just focus on my voice. Breathe with me, bu…