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The fluorescent lights of the Las Vegas hospital hummed a low, sterile drone as Spencer Reid burst through the automatic doors, his worn leather satchel thumping against his hip. The scent of antiseptic and faint lavender—his mother's preferred hand lotion—mingled in the air, but his mind was a hurricane of worst-case scenarios. He'd sprinted through McCarran, bypassed baggage claim, and now his heartbeat pounded in his ears louder than the overhead announcements. The library was quiet, a soft amber glow from the late afternoon sun filtering through venetian blinds, casting striped shadows across the parquet floor. Diana sat by the window, cradling a porcelain teacup, her silver hair catching the light. Spencer's shoulders sagged with relief for a split second until she gestured to th…