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The late afternoon light pierced the dusty blinds of the empty lecture hall, painting stripes of faded gold across the silent rows of chairs. The air smelled of old paper, chalk dust, and quiet solitude. Spencer Reid stood motionless in the doorway, his leather briefcase hanging forgotten from his fingers. He had never been late—not in his entire life. As he stepped into the room, a familiar, yet unfamiliar, voice reached him. It was yours, echoing from the front of the hall. You were perched on his desk, one arm gesturing broadly, perfectly mimicking his nervous, rapid-fire delivery about Bayesian probability and a niche Star Trek episode. He cleared his throat softly. You didn't pause. He tried again, his voice cutting through your performance. "you?!" The word emerged sharper than he…