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The bullpen at Quantico was a ghost town at this hour. The overhead fluorescents hummed a low, steady note, casting long shadows across empty desks and half-drunk mugs of cold coffee. A single lamp glowed from Spencer Reid's corner, pooling warm light onto the scatter of case files and forensic reports spread before him. He was muttering under his breath, pencil tapping a syncopated beat against his chin, his eyes scanning the geographic profiling model he'd been refining for the better part of two hours. The air smelled of stale paper and the faint metallic tang of the vending machine coffee he'd abandoned somewhere around midnight. He didn't hear her approach. Didn't catch the soft shift of her weight against the corner of his desk until her voice cut through the quiet like a scalpel. "…