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 sitting in Hotch's office my fingertips tapping on the armrest of the chair in a pattern....index, ring, middle, pinky, then repeat it reversed, releasing the nerves building inside of me as I wait for him to speak. It's just another nervous habit I've picked up since that night.
He looks up once he's finished signing off on something. He's been swamped with double the work since Strauss has been gone doing whatever Strauss does.
"San Francisco was a time sensitive case in which we got clearance for you to come back but now that things have settled we need to talk next steps in order for you to be cleared in the field." Hotch informs me.
"I don't understand....." My brows pinch together.
"There is a process that must be followed when an Agent experiences a traumatic event." He pauses watching me carefully for my reaction. "You will need to be cleared by a therapist that has been approved by the bureau."
"Absolutely not." I refuse. Index, ring, middle, pinky I continue to tap rapidly.
"Sunny, it's not an option. The only way for you to be cleared in the field is by seeing a therapist." He tries to explain.
"Well I think my situation might gain me special circumstances." Panic starts to rise in my chest at the thought of seeing a therapist or psychologist ever again.
"I brought that up with the Director but they are not budging. With the trauma you have endured and the lost...." He clears his throat looking down as a lump forms in my throat. "I have been told that this is the only option."
"Hotch.....please don't make me...I will do anything else but this....what they are asking me to do....I can't." I quickly wipe my tears as his eyes soften when he looks up.
"I'm sorry Sunny I wish there was another way." He tells me. "I've made sure to do a through background on Dr. Craver. She only works exclusively with the bureau in office and she specializes in trauma therapy."
"Jude came out squeaky clean and look where that got me." I argue.
"He was a psychopath who slipped through the cracks. None of us will ever make that mistake again. Understand."
I nod my head at his words.
"If it helps I've already talked to Dr. Craver about allowing Reid to join you for the first few sessions to keep you comfortable." He offers.
"Really? I can do that?" I question in shock.
"We are making an exception with your history."
"You mean because my psychologist ended up being my stalker who almost killed me." I point out.
Hotch grimaces at the reminder making me feel guilty for even saying that out loud.
