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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It took more than an hour to convince Hotch and Rossi that I would be fine to continue working. After all I do some of my best work when I'm terrified for my life. Spence brings me a tea, I protested for a few minutes as he lists off all the reasons I should be drinking it right now. It was adorable how attentive he was, my sweet pretty boy.
I sit back on the table sipping on my tea like a dowager, Spence keeping a watchful eye on me as we listen to Hotch begin our profile. I was too exhausted to care about my anxiety of public speaking. In all honesty I've never felt this level of tired in my life, and I'm permanently exhausted. The kind they should do studies on to understand how a human being could function with absolutely zero sleep. It was terrifying realizing I was exhausted in a way I've never felt before...something might actually be wrong with me.
"We're looking for a male unsub in his mid to late 20s, physically fit enough to subdue Marlene Smith and carry out a vicious and sustained attack." Hotch does his little show in dance for all the officers in the room. Detective Woods front and center just like every single detective we have ever worked with.
A wave of sadness washes over me when Spicer pops into my memories for a fleeting moment.
"We believe he sees himself as a rescuer, taking children away from unfit parents. He may very well have abandonment issues from his own childhood." Rossi says standing next to Hotch before Derek takes over. It's like a conveyer belt for profiling. We just go down the line of agents doing our little spiels.
"The impulsive nature of committing the murder out in the open suggests that he's inexperienced." D finishes as my heart rate picks up knowing I get to listen to Spence talk. I love him in our element, when he's profiling. It reminds me of all the stolen glances, brief touches, and butterflies we shared before we admitted our feelings.
"The violence on Marlene Smith went from precision to frenzy, which points to someone with classic psychopathic traits, quick to rage, and quick to recover." Spence explains to the crowd in front of us before it was my turn on the conveyor belt of insight.
"He also appears to have insider knowledge of the families in these cases, so we need to look for someone who is privy to what went on behind those closed doors." I suggest focusing on the warmth of my mug in my hands instead of all the eyes on me.
"Emergency personnel were called to the Smith house after both suicide attempts and once to the Tanner house after the mother overdosed on prescription drugs." Spence mentions, changing the conveyor belt line.
"That means first responders, child service workers, ambulance personnel." I list off getting us back on track.....I'm seriously considering my sanity at this point.
"Both missing children apparently went without struggle or protest. That makes us think that they had prior contact with the person we're looking for." JJ says looking throughout the room confidently.
