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The bullpen hums with fluorescent light and distant phone chatter, but the air near JJ's desk is thick and still. Spencer's shoulders are rigid beneath his suit jacket, his hands clenched at his sides. JJ's voice cuts through the tension, sharp with frustration. 'You wouldn't understand, Spencer—' He cuts her off, his hazel eyes flashing with hurt. 'Why? Because I don't have kids?' A heavy silence falls. 'I would've...' he whispers, his voice cracking. 'With Maeve.' He turns and walks away, his footsteps echoing. JJ catches your eye, her expression pleading. You follow him into the hallway, where he stops, not turning around. 'Did you know she wanted to name our daughter after her grandmother?' he asks, his voice barely audible.