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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I laid awake for most of the night. I couldn't bring myself to sleep. My mind was racing with visions of women being strangled. I couldn't wrap my head around why I couldn't get over this case. Not even my first case caused me this much turmoil. Sure I contemplated why I chose to work here. Stayed up most the night worried I made the biggest mistake of my life. But this case. It brought up a moment in time I would rather forget.
Unfortunately for me, my mind had other plans. The nightmare that lives in my memories haunts me...and for the most part sleep deprivation helps keep them at bay. It's why I stay up till three am reading books that would make your mom blush. It's a distraction. Because the moment I close my eyes, that's when I see her face....see the unnatural hinge of her jaw. The way her deep green eyes stare back at me, her soul gone. My father carving "Come and see" on her lifeless arm.
If only she would have believed me. Maybe if I was the daughter she could depend on....maybe if I wasn't so hell bent on proving to her that I was right. If I didn't try to take matters into my own hands and let Gideon deal with it the right way.....If only I had been the daughter she wanted, then maybe she would still be here.
When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying,"Come and See." I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; andHades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the Earth, to kill withsword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the Earth.
My father had recited Revelation 6:1-15 my entire life. Had warned me that they were coming. Told me that the seven seals were not far from breaking and then The Horsemen would return. I never put much stock in his words. Thought it was his way of telling me to get right with God.
I close my eyes trying desperately to block the memories. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her. You want someone for your last kill....Death right?! That's the last Horsemen. Yeah you sadistic fuck. Chose me. I'm the one that left you home for days on end to raise our daughter alone......I'm the one who broke this family apart.....I'm the one that had an affair......you want to punish someone punish me. The sins of the mother." Her pleas ripple through my memory before I jump out of bed.
I turn on my shower the steam from the hot water already fogging up my mirror above my sink. The moment I step in I scrub my body, just like I did that night four years ago. All I could see was her blood all over me...no amount of scrubbing could wash me clean. Once my skin was raw and the water turned cold I stepped out.
The sun was just rising above the horizon as I make my way down my street and towards work. A giant stainless steel cup filled with coffee keeping my hands warm in the brisk morning air. I could function without sleep. I've done it before, just not working at the BAU. It will be fine I'm sure.
The bullpen was deathly quiet and creepy. I'm not much of a believer when it comes to the supernatural but sitting here alone....makes you question some things. I tried to distract myself with mindless reading but my consciousness wavers. My eyelids becoming heavy before darkness envelops me.
