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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"This is the last victim" Rossi says pulling the white sheet from the body. The room was slightly darker, candles burning casting a warm glow throughout. A few lamps were on....it was definitely a mood.
I'm trying desperately to act professional around Spence right now but all I can think about is the way it felt when his thumb slide across my lip....and the way he looked at me. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it look if I just walked over to him right now and kissed him. 10 obviously being bad idea, probably would get fired.
Rossi's voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I focus again on the dead victim in front of me. The unsub only shot the males....could he be married and if so are we looking for an unsub whose wife left him for their male partner....It could explain the fantasy....the male wearing a condom. His is wife left him that could explain the sudden need to go on a spree.
"The unsub came from the living room into here." Rossi says looking up towards the door.
My head snaps to Spence's when he starts to speak. My cheeks already heating in a blush just looking at him.
"Morgan says the hostess locked herself in here." He mentions.
"It...ugh..." I stumble on my words as his gaze falls on mine. "It um didn't seem to slow him down." I finally manage to formulate a sentence.
Rossi raises a brow in my direction but I wave him off. Spence bends down looking at the door.
"This is a deadbolt. The unsub could have easily shot his way through." He looks up and my stomach dips.
"He picked the lock?" Rossi asks.
"He'd only do that out of habit." He says finally standing up.
"Deadbolts are designed for security. It takes a level of expertise to get past that...." I remark looking between Rossi and Spence.
"Are we looking for a locksmith?" Rossi states. Spencer and I look at each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking before looking back to Rossi nodding our heads.
"Yeah, I think we are." I respond.
Spence pulls his phone out dialing Hotch as he puts it on speaker for us. "Reid" He answers after the second ring.
"Hey Hotch, I've got Finnegan and Rossi on the line with me, you're on speaker. We think the unsub is a locksmith." Spencer states.
"You think he's a locksmith?" Hotch repeats him.
"We knew he was stalking his victims at the gym, but we never knew how he got into their lives." He explains, his gaze meeting mine as he talks.
"But when you're working out, where's the one place you leave everything personal?" I question. "In a locker" Rossi speaks up from beside me.
"Once the unsub finds an alpha male, he can pick the lock, get their address off their driver's license, and duplicate their keys in his van outside." Spencer mentions before I speak up again. "That's the missing piece to his M.O., think about it. He got everything he needed from these men before they left the shower."
