A/N: Love you all. So much. So. Exhausted. EVERYONE GETS A PUPPY. EVEN THOSE OF YOU WHO NEVER WANTED PUPPIES.
Sorry for the lateness. I know I keep apologizing, and YET I keep being super slow on these chapters. It's the home stretch, folks. I can taste it. Only like seventeen million more words to go.
Also, I should mention for my international readers, the FBI stands for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. This will be relevant to a joke later. I don't know what the heck they mean by "bureau."
P.S. If you review this chapter, you will get AN EXPLODING BOX OF JOY AND HAPPINESS DISTILLED DIRECTLY FROM SAN DIEGO COMICON. I didn't get to go because I'm poor and the universe wants me to cry endlessly as I browse through Tumblr gifs, but it looks particularly glorious this year and we should all be jealous forever and ever.
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