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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It's been a few weeks since my utterly embarrassing break down in front of my coworkers and friends, because let's face it. I have no time outside of my job to hold friendships that don't come from this office. Also I have to mention that I love the shit out of these people, regardless. Therefore in an effort to not dwell on the fact that I completely lost it in front of them and Spencer. I took the time to talk with everyone and open up to them as painful as that was.
Derek and I spent the most time talking. I saw a different side to him during our conversation. He wasn't his usual flirty self, and he wasn't his tough SSA Morgan self. He listened when I spoke, offered advice, and told me that the only Sunny that mattered is the one that was authentic.
Penelope threaten to ship me off to a psychiatric hospital if I ever pull a stunt like that again. Apparently there is no excuse on the planet that could exist for her to see me wear heels ever again. Emily and JJ offered their usual momma bear advice ending it with a hug and a "I'm here for you if you ever need me." Rossi was the one that I dread talking to, he was rightfully worried and after opening up about how I miss my father and how that affects me, he gave me a hug and a dash of fatherly advice....then called Gideon which ended up in a visit from his truly.
After my tour of apologies and insightful talk I was once again the Sunny they have come to know and love, because I was currently late to work with a coffee half drunk in my hands. I come running to a skid only to internally scream when I see Spencer sitting on Emily's desk with yet another haircut....."Jesus Christ." I muffle with my hand. Penelope comes walking up next to me with a knowing smirk and a bunch of papers in her hand.
"Penny..I just need you to hit me over the head with something...or bury me.....you pick." I squeak out.
"When are you two going to admit your feelings for one another. It's painfully obvious."
I ignore her as we continue walking towards them. "If you would have asked me days ago, if I ever thought he could get anymore attractive I would be in denial that this man could seemingly be more perfect than he already is.....then he goes and just chops his hair off some more and I am now a puddle on the goddamn floor. What is wrong with me?"
She chuckles, finding my internal crush crisis hilarious. "It has been four score and seven years ago since I have been properly kissed and I'm going insane."
Spencer turns around giving me a smile "What has you going insane?" He questions as my entire face breaks out in a blush.
"She said it's been a long time since she's been properly kissed...If only we knew someone for the job." Penelope stares straight at him, Emily looks up at the both of us with a chuckle. Spencer doesn't look away from me, his smile still on his perfect face. My face was burning red in mortification.
"You....look good....you got a haircut...again...it well....it's ho....you look amazing." I stumble embarrassingly so. His gaze drops to my lips before slowly trailing back up to meet my gaze once more. I think I might combust. It's okay though. Combustion is totally normal.
