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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Jude wanted to dive deeper into my past with my parents. To say I was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Unless I willing tell someone about my trauma than I stay in my little delusional bubble I've become accustomed too.
I had to keep reminding myself that the reason I'm here is to heal my inner child so I can actually deserve Spencer's love. I want marriage with him, that has been crystal clear for months now but the thought of becoming a mother has terrified me. It's not a secret that I grew up with a mentally abusive mother. I have no idea what a mother's love looks like....let alone an idea on how to be a good one. But watching Spence with Sammy sprouted a want inside my chest.
I wanted a future where marriage and little baby Reid's are a reality......and the only way I can make sure that I don't turn out like my parents is by baring my soul to a stranger in a black chair as we dissect every moment of my life until I can safely be myself without fear controlling me.
Pen's voice brings me back to the present as I focus on the pictures being brought up on the big screen.
"Two D.C. homes torched, two families, on the same night, last night." She informs us.
"I'm surprised it still hasn't hit the news.....it's already mid-day." I make note looking over Spence's paper files, the screen on my tablet black, refusing to work with me because it hates me.
"Yeah. All anyone's talking about is this storm that may or may not hit. I managed to find an online article about the fires written by this guy Jeff Hastings, but no one's running with it." Pen mentions looking around the room as she swings her remote around in her hands as she talks.
"How strange. They usually thrive on tragedy." Rossi rolls his eyes with sass.
"Yeah, and it gets weirder." She says pulling up another set of photos.
"Ron and Lauren Cosenza and their 10 year old son were found in the master bedroom of their home, each shot through the forehead. The gun belonged to the father." I sip on my tea listening to Hotch....I was still on my ban from coffee and it was torture....pure agonizing torture.
"Murder Suicide?" Ashley questions.
Hotch was playing a dangerous game keeping me uncaffeinated around her.
"Well, it looks like Metro PD's investigation is going that way, but it's still the first 48. They want our help." Morgan counters.
"Kerry and Frank Fagan, like the Cosenzas, were found in their master bedroom from a suspected gas leak." Spence mentions next to me.
"It had to be massive to cause that." Rossi states looking at photos on his tablet. "How does the news miss a house explosion?"
"Not very good ones apparently....." I respond taking another sip of this god awful tea....but I literally can't stop. I'm on autopilot pretending this mug is filled with the sweet nectars of the coffee gods.
