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The conference room is dim, the only light a dusty beam from the window cutting across the linoleum floor. Outside, the precinct hums with the muffled urgency of a case still open. Inside, there's only the soft rustle of pages turning and the quiet rhythm of you's breathing. Spencer Reid sits with his back against the wall, a book open in his lap, his shoulder warm and still under the weight of her head. She sleeps—finally sleeps—and he doesn't dare move, not even to flip a page too loudly. The sheriff's boots click against the floor as he enters, stops, leans against the table. The shadow falls over them. "Why's she sleeping?" The words land like a stone in still water. Spencer looks up, slow, his voice flat. "She's insomniac." The sheriff snorts, pushes off the table. "Sleeping on t…