7 Seconds Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

My mind races with plans, imagining every face when they see the truth, every lie crashing down, every carefully laid secret exposed. My thoughts are racing through my mind at a mile a second . This is Retribution. This is the first Queens Gambit . They will never know what hit them. Every single move, every single step, its perfect. Oh, yes… it’s all starting to unfold .Slowly but surely It took me ten years to come back This is the first stone No stone shall be left unturned It is just the beginning. The fire has just started. And I will watch it burn.

And I need to know that she feels the same. "Boss..." Brandon interrupted my train of thoughts and I snapped back to reality. Back to the nightmare I told myself I was ready to face. "We're here." He announced and I nodded affirmatively, setting the plan into action. Men got out of the SUVs and surrounded the perimeter. In only ten minutes and after some gunshots the first team of guards was out.

The hours dragged by. Nobody truly slept. Mom spent the night checking windows. Evana guarded the front door. Weapons remained within reach, as if any of them would matter if the rogues found us. I sat beneath my blanket listening to every creak of the building, every distant sound, every beat of my own heart. Thinking about Adrian. Thinking about Lucian. Thinking about the black wolf. And most of all, thinking about the message. Seven days. The words haunted me. Seven days until what?

He gesture for me to go inside. I push the door open. The music stops, everyone who is in the party stop to stare at me. They look at me with disbelief. Cameras flashing around and I am suddenly the star of the evening. "Criminal" is the word I hear around me but I didn't care. My eyes searching for that one person. My brother's killer. I still hate her smile when she smiles on tv.

Let him decide whether pressing now was worth what it might cost him. Finally Jacob said, “Then give me a date.” Decker’s gaze shifted to the spread of reports on his desk. Three weeks. Three weeks to let the traps tighten. Three weeks to see which suspect broke first. Three weeks, if luck and pressure held, to identify whoever sat over all three of them. Three weeks to know whether Jacob himself was just one loud piece of the problem… or the problem. “Three weeks,” Decker said. Jacob was silent. Then, “Specific.”

For seven years, I had treasured it, keeping it hidden deep in the closet like something sacred. Dante's gaze landed on the pendant for a moment, and his steps faltered. The flicker of recognition in his eyes was instantly swallowed by coldness. He took a step forward, raised his foot, and stomped down hard on that star. The silver pendant warped instantly, fine cracks spreading across its surface like a spiderweb. Just like my heart, carefully guarded for seven years and now shattered beyond repair. My breath caught. Alessia leaned against him with a triumphant smile tugging at her lips. Then she gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice thin and forgiving.

I use my backpack as a shield against the cold raindrops and run through the darkness that rules the university parking lot. My criminal law class ended fifteen minutes late, so the area feels even more desolate than usual. There’s a guard booth just a few meters away, but I get the same bizarre sensation I’ve had the past few nights: the back of my neck prickling, a warning deep in my mind, like someone is watching me from the shadows.

he said, “My lord, the Doctor over there is the same doctor that made the autopsy of the deceased. If she doesn’t mind I`d like to ask her a few questions to emphasize what the accused is saying.” “Do you want to cross-examine the accused, sir?’ “Yes, my lord!” said the Prosecute. "You`ll get a chance to put her under oath if she is ready." "Mastermind, I heard you say you choked the victim for 5 or less seconds, where you counting?" "I..." "Objection!" "Overruled!" "But my lord..." "No, I wasn`t counting." "So it could`ve been 10seconds, or 30, right?"

It just never occurred to me that my act of service would get me in trouble one day. "I see that you are not ready to talk. Just so you know, you'll remain here until you confess." With that, Seven murdered me with his eyes before turning around and walking out the door. I heard the large bolt rattle before jamming. And then, silence fell... It has been days since Seven locked me up here. I had lost track of time because my own way of telling it was a new day was via the chink of light that came into the basement through the tiny window.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?