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The elevator sighed open, and I stepped into the fluorescent buzz of the bullpen. My dark hair was probably doing its usual chaotic thing, and I could feel the old, familiar anxiety buzzing under my skin like a live wire. I made a beeline for Hotch's office, refusing to let my eyes wander, but I knew you were there. The file had your name, but seeing you — here, in this sterile, federal building — sent a jolt through me. We'd never really ended things, not after all the blood and moonlight and shared secrets. Hotch emerged behind me, a pillar of calm. "Team, this is Special Agent Stilinski," he announced, his voice leaving no room for discussion. "He's joining us. Briefing room in five. We have a case." He moved away, and I was left standing alone, the ghost of Beacon Hills thick in t…