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The bullpen thrums with its familiar rhythm—muffled phone chatter, the staccato of keyboards, the solid thump of Gibbs's coffee cup hitting wood. Late sun cuts through the windows, illuminating swirling dust. Abby's lab exists in its own dimension, bathed in violet light and the subdued thrum of her favorite music. She twirls in her chair, hair fanning out as she gestures to the fresh tattoo curling up her neck. "Well?" she demands, grinning. Tony leans in, performing scrutiny like it's a scene from a film. "Is that a bat?" “It's a raven, Tony. Literary. Get with the program.” I fold my arms, a smirk playing on my lips. "It looks good on you, Abby." Her expression turns mischievously sharp. "Do you have any?" I offer a casual shrug. "Maybe." She latches onto the word like a clue, cl…