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The shed reeks of stale sweat and rust, slivers of pale moonlight slicing through the warped wood. Your boots crunch on scattered debris as you burst in, heart pounding, gun sweeping the dark. Empty. The unsub's gone. Then your flashlight catches him—Spencer, slumped against a post, wrists raw, eyes half-lidded and glassy. You holster your weapon and drop to your knees, fingers fumbling with the knots. He stirs, a ghost of recognition crossing his face. "you..." he breathes, barely audible, leaning into your touch as if you're the only solid thing left. What do you say to him now?