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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Christmas went and came as I struggled with the loss of Aristotle. Spence and I were sitting in a small doctor's office. There were photos of the Doctor and her family scattered throughout the room. I was wearing a scratchy hospital gown waiting for the doctor to come in as I sit on the medical recliner. Spence sits in the chair just off to the side as he watches me sit nervously. A knock sounds on the door before the Doctor enters.
She was pretty, with dark hair, and fair features, in her mid-thirties. She looks down at my medical files before looking up to meet my and Spence's gaze. "Sunday Finnegan?" She asks waiting for confirmation.
"Yes but please call me Sunny," I tell her.
"Congratulations. You are pregnant. We are going to want you to get some blood work before you leave the office to confirm your pregnancy." She pauses momentarily looking at my chart before pulling out a little circular contraption.
"It says your last period was November 13th.....that makes your estimated due date August 19th. So you should be about 7 weeks pregnant." She states. I look over to Spence his smile widening as he listens intently.
She spends the next 15 minutes explaining what to expect on my pregnancy, before the dreaded PAP smear which was definitely not fun and poor Spence looked terrified as he held my hand. She was happy to hear that I was already taking an over the counter prenatal vitamin. I told her she can thank my Fiance for being so attentive. She told us it's refreshing to see a man actively involved like Spence was. That made my heart swell with pride looking over at him.
She also suggested taking a lower dose of my antidepressants to minimize our baby's expose to the medication. She sends me with a paper copy of my new prescription dose, as she also writes on a separate piece of paper when she wants to see me back including an appointment to get my first ultrasound done in three weeks. She congratulates us once more before leaving the room and letting me get dressed.
This first appointment was all overwhelming but having Spence here was grounding. We stop to get breakfast before heading into the office. The case that lands in our laps has us traveling to Philadelphia to catch a killer beating victims to death.
Our unsub was an unsuccessful boxer named Jimmy Hall. Jimmy's son Ryan is dying of leukemia, which caused Jimmy to go into a fit of rage where he bledgeons his first two victims not far from the hospital. He kills his trainer Tony in an abandoned warehouse blaming him for losing the money he was convinced would save his son Ryan. We catch Jimmy at an MMA match, he spots our FBI vests in the crowd allowing his opponent to pin him down and beat him enough to be taken to the hospital.
Hotch makes it clear to Jimmy at the hospital that his son Ryan was dying, allowing him to go comfort him. Jimmy tells Ryan that him and Ryan's mother love him. He passes away shortly after that. It was one of the harder moments to witness. Jimmy ends up being institutionalized due to his psychosis that triggered his blood lust.
