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 excuse myself when I see Sunny's name flash across my phone screen. "Hey I hope I'm not interrupting....." Her soothing voice meets my ear.
"I miss you" I interrupt.
She chuckles softly "I miss you too, Spence. I miss you so much."
There's this autonomous sensory meridian response or ASMR for short, that leaves a tingling, static-like, or goosebump sensation in response to specific triggering audio or visual stimuli......Her voice triggers a tingle to spread across my brain the moment I hear her through the phone.
Sunny is my own personal ASMR.
"How's the new girl doing? I'm a little sad I'm missing this." She asks me.
"She seems fine." I tell her. Agent Seaver came on as a consultant for our case that took us to New Mexico. Much like Sunny she is the daughter of a serial killer named Charles Boshap, the Redmund Ripper. He killed 25 women over 10 years in North Dakota. Hotch and Rossi believe that Seaver could bring some new perspective for this case. I argued that Sunny could, but unfortunately Strauss decided to pull her on a case with Sam Cooper's unit two days before this case came in and we couldn't get her back in time.
"Should I be jealous? Pen said she was a pretty blonde and has a serial killer father."
"No. Why?" I said confused.
"Didn't know if you had a type Spence." She teases.
"My type is a chaotically brilliant coffee addicted woman who may or may not have undiagnosed ADHD.....and in case I'm not being clear. It's you Sunny." It will always be her.
"I think that's the most beauitful thing anyone has said about me....wait you think I might have undiagnosed ADHD?" I can't help the burst of laughter that works its way out of my chest.
"I'm not a medical professional." I state.
"We all know you read enough books in the medical field that you could very well add that to your resume, babe." I perk up at her nickname, warmth filling my chest.
"How's......" I begin quickly getting interrupted.
"Is that Sunny?" Morgan shouts over from the counter of the model home we've been doing our investigation in. I nod my head walking over to everyone putting my phone on speaker.
"I've got you on speaker, Sunny." I inform her.
A collective Sunny comes from around the room, Seaver watches everyone closely.
"How's the case going?" Rossi asks her from the other side of me.
"Well good news it's not a Horsemen copycat.....bad news I'm going to be here a lot longer. We are nowhere close to catching this guy."
"Longer?" I question. "You weren't supposed to be gone longer than three days." The disappointment was clear in my voice. Rossi pats my back like a child who was just told their favorite shows had been canceled.
