Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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Nothing is more on brand than me sprinting across traffic and dodging people in order to get to my first big girl job. I swear I'm organized...it's just a bit more chaotic than it is neat.
I promised myself I wouldn't stay up till 3am reading my latest fairy porn but unfortunately "just one more page" truly means 178 more pages later. I wanted to start my day off right. Cook some breakfast, have enough time to straighten my wild curls and even put a little effort in my makeup. Instead it was a throw my hair into my usual double messy buns and grab a granola bar on my way out the door.
My mom would be disappointed in my less than professional appearance but heels were invented by the devil himself and if I'm gonna be expected to chase down a criminal every once and awhile, trust me my converse will aid me well.
I wish I could say being in the FBI was a dream of mine but that would be lying. I've always wanted to be a ballerina, mainly because telling someone I'm a professional ballerina just sounds really dope. Also the tutus.
My mom was one of the best profilers for the BAU back when her, Gideon, and Rossi worked together. I don't talk too much about my past but if there's one thing that should be of importance for how I landed this job it's because of her and them.
I'm across the entry when I see the elevator doors slowly shutting. "Hold the Elevator!" I shout out as a brightly colored manicured hand comes out to stop the doors from closing as I dash through the space.
I brush the imaginary dust off my clothes before smiling at my elevator saver. A redhead with the best set of necklaces dangling from her neck was looking back at me. "You saved my life! I owe you big time!
She chuckles "Glad I could help"
"It's my first day and I'm already running behind. Which is what I get for staying up to read...please tell me they have coffee here?" My mind was running a mile a minute, but honestly when is it ever not?
"You must be excited, first day and all. Usually you can hunt down coffee here"
I extend my hand "I'm Sunday Finnegan...Although I prefer Sunny."
She shakes my hand with enthusiasm...I like her...she seems a bit of me.
"Oh...OH! You're baby Finnegan." She smiles wide.
"Baby Finnegan?" I grimace. If there is one way I want to be known....Baby Finnegan would be at the bottom of the list of choices.
"Sorry.....You're Sybil Finnegan's daughter. She is a legend around here....Oh I'm sorry for your loss. It must be tough coming here." She gives me a sympathetic look.
Definetinaly not my favorite of looks to get. I dislike pity but mostly I just don't like people bringing up my mom until after I've had a cup of coffee.
"Good ol mom finding ways to make it about herself on my first day." I mumble.
"Sorry I shouldn't have mentioned anything. It's just that you coming here...you're a legacy...a prodigal daughter so to speak."
