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 trying to control my breathing as I lean against a desk with a coffee mug in hand. I'm struggling to get past the crowded bullpen. There's too many people and my anxiety is winning the battle as the panic rises higher in my chest. I don't want to be here right now...at all.
"Unlike the real Zodiac, whose goal was mass hysteria, this copycat's message is directed at an individual woman with whom he's obsessed." Hotch says standing in the middle of our team.
"The women that he's killed so far have been surrogates for her. He was either rejected or believes that he can't have her, so he feels a rage towards this woman and any man that she's with." Derek says sitting on the desk in between Hotch and myself.
"His actions may be an attempt to impress the object of his obsession or prove his love." Emily states looking around the room at everyone.
"The unsub chose to copy the Zodiac because he wants to feel as brilliant, famous, and powerful as his predecessor." I say finally looking up from my mug.
My whole body freezes when I see Jude in the crowd....Derek notices the change in the way I'm breathing as I start to struggle to pull air into my lungs. I look around trying to find the closest exit. The panic inside my chest is overwhelming as I look back to make sure Jude isn't coming closer. When I do the man I thought was Jude just looks at me like I've lost my damn mind....which in reality I have because I'm seeing ghosts.
"Sunny...." Derek whispers sitting up straighter. I meet his concern gaze.
"I'm sorry I can't do this...." Tears start to blur my vision.
"I'm going to put my arm around you and then we are going to walk over to the rooms on our right." He tells me as I nod my head. He puts an arm around me excusing us as he leads me over to an empty room.
He drops his arm turning to face me as I wipe away my tears. He studies me for a moment clearly concerned. I would be too if I was him. His friend is literally seeing dead people.
"What's going on pretty girl?" He leans down to meet my eyes. I look up letting him straighten back up.
"I saw Jude....well I looked out in the crowd and mistook an Agent for Jude." I admit.
He makes an oh expression with his mouth understanding my sudden freak out.
"It's common for survivors to experience moments of hallucinations. What you went through was traumatic. I'm honestly in awe of you for even coming back so soon."
It doesn't go unnoticed that he's calling me a survivor and not a victim. Any other time he would call someone a victim but not me...he knows I would hate it, even if it's true.
"It's been seven weeks D. I can't sit in my home forever." I shrug my shoulders. Realistically I couldn't handle where my mind took me when I was home alone.
