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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Derek lets out a whistle when I walk through the doors of the conference room, "Hot Momma." He smirks.
"You cut your hair?" JJ says in surprise.
I mess with my blonde unruly curls. "Yeah....thought I would get a mom cut."
"It suits you." Blake smiles.
"I for one love it!" Pen states with gusto.
Hotch comes walking in behind me not paying the slightest attention, "Let's get started."
I'm just about to say something when Spence comes running in dropping his bag on the ground next to his chair. "Sorry I'm late, guys. My flight got delayed and then.....shit." He trips over the chair when he catches sight of me. "You cut your hair?" He questions popping up from the floor with a swiftness that only makes me chuckle more.
"I thought I would surprise you...do you like it? How's Mom? I've missed you." I say with rapid fire not taking a breath. He closes the distances cupping my face in his hands taking in my new do with fascination. "I missed you terribly. She's doing okay, but we can discuss it later. And I really....really....love it." His eyes twinkle with lust.
Hotch clears his throat, "Save the romantics for home. We have work to do."
"Of course boss man. Close your eyes for just uno momento por favor." I wink watching him groan into his hands. I quickly kiss my husband, not nearly as long as I would like....but it will do for now.
"Yeah. Ok." She flashes me a quick glance while I pull out my clicker getting the screen ready for her. "3 days ago, Bruce Phillips was found dead with his blonde hair dyed black. He had been put in a box and left on a busy street."
"Creepy...." I say under my breath, Hotch glancing my way.
"A custom made box." Rossi points out looking at the photo of the large box on the screen, and stealing Hotch's focus.
"Maybe our unsub was a carpenter." Blake suggests.
I let out a small scream when I see the way his legs are broken and basically folded in half to fit in the box. I put my hand on my chest feeling the rapid pace of my heart beating. "I'm so sorry....I was just not expecting that."
"You okay Sun?" Derek raises a brow in question.
"Yes...no....yes....just not expecting to see his feet facing the wrong way and the legs....I've been in some pretty interesting pos....."
"For the love of God do not finish that sentence." Rossi groans. I bite my lip trying to silence my laughter.
"Sunny." Hotch looks at me with careful consideration. I give him an apologetic shrug.
"I'm sorry it's just he stuffed him in there practically folding him in half." I say.
"He had also been hung and restrained and that's where the plot thickens like bad soup." Pen announces gesturing for me to hit the button on the clicker. A photo of two victims pull up on the screen next. "Yesterday, Justin Marks and Connie Foster, who were dating, went missing two miles away from the first abduction site."
