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'm angry with myself for letting this copycat affect me, that I'm giving him the power to hurt me. Hit after hit keeps coming at me, my depression, the transfer, and my copycat stalker. Spence has me in his lap, my head resting in the crook of his neck as he rubs my back. How am I supposed to function after this case, it's a bit terrifying how dependent I have become on Spence. logically I know this time apart from him will be good for us to grow as individuals but emotionally I don't want to be apart from him.
Pen walks in with a coffee and an arm full of files she sets down in front of Ashley. She slides the mug towards me with an apprehensive smile. They're all waiting for me to break again, to go back to when all I did was lay in a zombified state. But I'm good now, the medicine is doing it's job, even with all this chaos being flung at me. I sit up straighter taking a nice long sip of coffee before my eyes meet Pens worried expression.
"What do you got buttercup?" I question her.
She looks over to Spence not sure whether to answer my question or worry some more.
"I'm fine." I state.
"But are you really?" Pen snaps her gaze back to mine. "If I had a creepy stalker that was copying my serial killer dead father who's been texting me 'you're mine', I would so not be fine." She rambles on.
"Well when you put it like that..." I joke sarcastically.
"Where's that beautiful mind at?" Spence says, his hand grasping my chin gently pulling my attention back to him.
"I'm terrified about everything but I know that if I just sit here torturing myself about it then I'm letting this copycat win. Instead, I'm going to stand up straighter, put a damn smile on my face and say I'm fine even with tears in my eyes. I've survived a lot more than this..."
"Incredible." His voice low, those perfect hazel brown hues staring back at me.
"What?" I question not understanding.
"You." He states.
Leave it to this perfect beautiful man to make the knots in my stomach turn into butterflies.
"What do you got for us Garcia?" He asks. I give him a grateful smile before he leans in to place a kiss on my cheek.
"This pile is the missing coeds since 2009." She states patting the hefty stack of folders.
"Wow...ok, uh, we still need to narrow this down." Ashely says looking at the stack before us.
"Pen my love, can we look at last known locations. Maybe there's an overlap." I suggest.
"They're from all over the place..." She tells me, like it's impossible. Which doesn't sound like my best friend.
"These guys hunt in target rich environments." I tell her.
