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The alley reeked of spoiled alcohol and the metallic tang of blood. Rain-slicked concrete caught the faltering pulse of a neon sign, washing everything in a jaundiced, amber glow. A motionless form lay sprawled behind a dumpster, a dark pool slowly widening around it. Then, a shoe scuffed against wet asphalt. You turned the corner and halted. Spencer Reid stood there, his hands gleaming, wet and dark, his hazel eyes wide and inscrutable in the low light. His shirt collar was dotted with droplets, his tie crooked. For an extended moment, neither of you stirred. Then his voice came, hushed but slicing through the drumming rain: "you... you weren't meant to find me here." He shifted forward a fraction, then caught himself, suspended between raw impulse and something more shadowed.