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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"Something has to be wrong in our profile. The pieces aren't fitting correctly.....I'm missing something." I state absentmindedly.
"Sunny...." Spence trails off flipping quickly through the files. I stop looking at the paper I was reading to face him on the bench.
"I think our unsub is intelligent enough to be using his disability as a means to lure his victims in by pretending to be harmless." He states his eyes meeting my gaze.
"We should go tell the others." I place my paper into the files, as we gather our things to go meet everyone back inside. I follow closely behind Spence, everyone sitting around the table discussing the case.
"I don't think we're dealing with a typical homeless person...." He starts talking as we enter the room. I quickly take a seat by Derek before watching Spence talk at the head of the table.
"He's good with chemicals, owns a car. I think the only mistake in our profile was assuming there was something wrong with his physical composition. Reducing him to some sort of stereotype." Spence explains to everyone.
"You think it's only his mental state?" Rossi questions him from across the table.
"I think this guy might be smart enough to use his disability to his advantage so he comes across as harmless." Spence tells him.
"Then when he's alone and the victim rejects him, he goes off." Derek theorizes with Spences information.
"What if he doesn't live on the street? What if he's in a halfway house?" I question.
Hotch dials Pen on his phone asking her to get him a list of halfway houses and mental health centers in the unsub's comfort zone. I hear the clack of her keyboards as she starts to type.
"Ok. 5 are being sent to your phones." She tells him over speaker.
"Which of those were around in the eighties, Garcia?" Derek questions tapping his pen on his hand.
"There are two in your area." She answers.
"Morgan and Prentiss, take the first. Dave and I will take the second." Hotch orders as everyone starts to stand.
"What about us?" JJ asks afraid to look in my direction.
"Stay here and check VICAP for similar M.O.s and signatures." He tells her before looking at both Spence and I.
"Reid, Finnegan."
We walk over towards him, the tension was knotting my shoulders.
"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me." He demands. I roll my eyes.
"I can't. I didn't come to your house crying for 10 weeks." Spencer tells him refusing to make eye contact before walking away.
