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The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed, casting a sterile glow over the coffee station. Spencer stood beside you, his presence a quiet anchor in the chaos of the case. His eyes, sharp and perceptive, scanned your face, noting the slight tremor in your hand holding the mug. The air between you was thick with unspoken tension—the undercover operation, the memory of JJ, the hollow ache in your chest. He stepped closer, his voice soft but firm, cutting through your defensive silence. "Please," he murmured, his gaze unwavering. "You don't have to lie to me." The weight of his empathy hung in the air, demanding honesty.