Agent Reid Novels & Stories

he said. “Fine! I’ll forward the mail to you while you forward your details to me. Listen, Seb. This isn’t some joke and I wouldn't want you taking it as one. You do your job with a hundred percent loyalty and confidentiality and I do my part of the deal. Are we good?” “We are good. We are very good!” he giggles before ending the call. Reid held his phone tightly in his hand staring into space and even though it was winter and the snowy weather was still lingering in the room, he was still feeling hot within.

“If Rowland Flanagan ever shows up again, I don’t care if he crawls through the vents in a clown costume, you don’t let him past reception, not even through the doors if possible.” George gave a ghost of a smile. “Understood.” The door closed again. Reid rubbed his jaw, then turned toward his desk, only to freeze when his phone buzzed with a new message. He grabbed it. The message is from Raees, and he smiles, but when he sees it’s contents, he realizes it’s something serious. We need to talk. Something’s off. * Across Town in Raees’s Office

But as Reid reached the spot, his heart dropped. It wasn’t Raina. It wasn’t Leif. It was a stranger, barely alive, one leg mangled as if bitten through by wild beasts. Reid’s expression froze the instant he saw the man. He rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and shouted through clenched teeth—tears unknowingly streaming down his face: “Who are you?! Why are you here?! Where’s Raina?! Where is she?!” ***

Nodding sadly in agreement, Jordan let out a heavy sigh, training his sight on the lucky insects that would never experience the burden that came with being a Dawson. In an attempt to clear the thicket of restlessness that clung to the air, Jordan shifted to a lighter aspect of the subject at hand “Is everything in order? Did Riley go over protocols with you?” this time, his voice coming out calm and rich in timbre. A smirk in response made its appearance on Reid’s face “you know contrary to popular belief, present company included, I do know what I’m doing.” Reid had a reputation for being...particular. Everything he did, he did with precision and a scary level of control even though nobody

“No more waiting. If Reid’s already shown his hand, then whoever he’s working with won’t stay quiet for long.” Cassian gave her a long look. “You’re starting to sound like me.” “I think I’ve been sounding like you for a while.” That made him smirk—just a little. Reid Reid slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was parked on the edge of the docks, engine still running. The rain hit the windshield like static. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Then deleted it. Then typed again. “They know. They’re coming.” He hit send.

He retorted. Felix glanced at him the last time before vanishing from the room. * At 7am the next day, Reid was already dressed up to leave. He took an analgesic to help calm the heavy headache he woke up with, all in his mind was to head to the morgue. Since none of the investigators and hackers found something useful that would help get his wife out of the cell, he decided to go take the body of Mr Jafred to the hospital. Before then, he already gave his doctor a call and explained to him what's going on.

“I’m right here.” Reid nodded and returned to the bedroom, sitting next to the bag of weapons. He turned his phone over in his hands. He wasn’t nervous precisely. He just wasn’t sure how his mother would respond. Tamara had defended him, but the defense had not been approval. He desperately needed that approval from her. He dialed her number and held the phone to his ear as it rang. “Reid.” Reid could hear how her heels clicked on the tiles, changing tone as she crossed to the balcony, and the whisk of the wind in the speaker as she stepped outside, voices muffling in the background as she closed the door. “I am glad that you called.”

Or maybe I just didn’t want to believe my own son could be that sloppy. Maybe I was clinging to the last shred of illusion that he still had some semblance of spine. I picked up the phone again and scrolled to a contact labeled simply “R.” Reyes Keller. Ex-FBI special agent, forced out during one of those quiet purges that happen when someone asks too many inconvenient questions. For the last eight years he’d worked exclusively for me, discreet, ruthless, and worth every exorbitant dollar I paid him. He answered on the first ring, voice gravelly from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep.

Another wave of Ace's men come barreling out of the tree line at them. The biggest wave yet as hundreds come flooding out. Reid staggers forward as he reaches deep into his core. It takes him a moment in his weekend state. He struggles to find it even though it's there, but he's so weak and hurt. He catches himself as he falls and pulls himself to his knees and digs deeper again. He finds it and grabs onto it, pulling it as fast as he can as it rips through his body and out his hands.

“Because I don't trust that brand. There's something about the proposal they sent. It seems almost too good.” Rogers nodded with understanding. “Would you want me to look into it?” He asked. “Yes. Find out all the information you can get on that brand.” I replied. “I understand.” Mr. Rogers said. As he was about to leave, I suddenly remembered something important. “Rogers.” I called out. “Mr. Reid.” He responded. “Any update on that lawyer from four years ago?” I asked him. “Yes Mr. Reid. He is still in coma, but his secretary runs and maintains order at his firm.”