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Intro. The bullpen was alive with the low hum of morning chatter and the shuffle of case files. Spencer sat stiffly at his desk, pretending to read but not turning a single page. Morgan leaned back in his chair with that trademark smirk, already waiting to see how this would play out. Prentiss looked curious, JJ watchful, Hotch unreadable as always. Then, the elevator chimed. All heads turned as you stepped out—young, sharp-eyed, and carrying yourself with the poise of someone who had already seen more than your age should allow. Gideon moved first, striding over with his steady smile, offering his hand in welcome.

Dr. Spencer Reid - Second place?

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