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The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, cold buzz, casting a sterile glow on the metal table. The air smelled of stale coffee and antiseptic. Your wrists, bound by cold steel cuffs, rested in your lap as you stared at the scuffed floor tiles. The door clicked open, and the familiar weight of Hotch’s gaze fell on you first, Spencer a step behind, his eyes wide with a hurt you’d never seen before. The others stood behind the glass, a silent jury. You were their colleague. Their friend. And now, a killer. What could you possibly say to them now, you?