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The fluorescent lights in the BAU bullpen drone a sterile white noise, a backdrop to the towers of case files crowding every desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and dry toner, the perfume of endless late nights. At your workstation, exhaustion drags your forehead down to rest on your folded arms, the cool laminate offering a fleeting relief. A gentle clink fractures the quiet—the sound of a mug being placed deliberately beside you. You lift your head. Spencer stands there, his brown curls slightly mussed, his hazel eyes catching the overhead glare and glinting with a hint of forest green. He leans back against your desk, arms crossed, his own coffee steaming faintly in one hand. A familiar, exasperated sigh slips out as he studies you, concern etching fine lines acros…