Criminal Minds Agent Reid Novels & Stories

I had ignored them all this while. “What's your name, officer?” I turned to him and stared at his chest. His tag read, ‘Reid.’ “Officer Reid, I was at the county precinct from 7am till like thirty minutes ago. I didn't kidnap my wife. I don't know who could have kidnapped her. I don't have any known enemy who could have kidnapped my wife, and if the kidnappers contacts me, I will let you know. Did I cover all your questions?” “...”

Freddy shrugged and munched on a pickle from the jar before saying: “Minding our business, that's what I mean... There's a crime scene that's too fucked up, no serious digging... There's a person who's been suspected of some sick shit... We stay away and let him run himself into the ground... Somebody tells us to stay away from somewhere or someone..... We stay the fuck away..” Mia couldn't believe her ears. This was the Agent she was being paired with? This weak-ass, cowardly, and safe-playing motherfucker? Mia was not just disappointed in this joke of a man, she was disgusted. Mia shook her head and prepped herself to say the words of rebuke that were forming in her mind:

“You should’ve been here already. Your name’s been cleared from everything. No connection to the forest. No logs, no comms. It’s like you were never even on that mission.” Reid swallowed tightly. “I wasn’t supposed to be. I.. dammit, I knew something was off.” He rubbed a hand through his hair and let the guilt simmer in his tone. “I should’ve stayed close. He needed me.” “You think?” Julian bit out. “They’re charging him with homicide. There are photos, ballistic matches, footage. The story’s airtight. It makes no sense, but it’s locked in.” Reid’s eyes flickered toward the skyline. His reflection in the glass stared back, still, deceptive.

As the hook on the fishing rod went into the water, Hansen asked coldly. "My niece's wedding today isn't that simple. In my opinion, at least three different factions have snuck in. Also, I am now the most wanted criminal in the world. Do you think I dare come in?" Reid's eyes were cold as he said that. Reid was indeed someone from the underground. He really was something. Hansen understood that his men were not the only ones who were present that day. There were also Christopher's police officers, but they were all very secretive. So, it was impossible for Reid to find out.

Elliot was wholly stupefied. When he finally snapped out of it, he stumbled forward to apologize—but before he could reach me, one of the guards kicked him back to the floor. I looked down at him from above, my voice cold and cutting. "Assault, intentional humiliation, property damage, and unlawful confinement. Those are the charges against you, Mr. Reid. Every second of what you just did to me is clearly recorded on the security cameras. You can look forward to spending the rest of your life in prison—and losing every penny your family owns to pay for it."

"My name is Dr. Vivian Reid. I've been hoping we'd have a chance to speak." "Save the pleasantries," I replied. "Three of your agents broke into my home. They threatened my family. They carried memory poison intended for my husband." "An unfortunate approach," Dr. Reid conceded smoothly. "Field agents sometimes lack... finesse. I assure you, our intentions are benevolent. Your daughter has a remarkable gift that needs proper nurturing." My truth-sight flickered over the words, revealing the calculated manipulation beneath. "Half-truth," I said aloud, making Dr. Reid fall silent. "You're not interested in nurturing her gift. You need her ability to contain your mistake."

Reid said heavy with guilt. Jasper’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. “I did,” he replied solemnly. “Not precisely directly like that, but I was there for a meeting where they discussed The Wicked Moon and I didn’t say anything. I understand, Reid. I really do.” “Not quite the same thing,” Reid reached across the center console. “Not really the same thing at all. You told me about that, as well, and I… I didn’t say that I had photos of my best friend fucking a tied-up man on my phone as blackmail to force him to spy on your pack.”

I wasn't willing to go in—the last time I did, it hadn't gone well. "You are Reid McKenzie?" I turned to the person, recognizing the detective at once. "Yeah... How did you know it was me?" I questioned. "Oh, we already looked into the victim's background, and you were the one who appeared to be closer to him." Detective Garfield answered. I shouldn't underestimate Killian's superpowers. "What is it that you have to say to me. I left college for this." My voice was a bit manly this time, unlike the time I had sounded like a fucking loser while I was with Piper and Darren.

The agent from before sat by the door, his face unreadable, a second agent now stationed across the room, his eyes sharp. I turned my head, the cuffs rattling, and met the first agent’s gaze. “Why am I chained?” I asked, my voice hoarse, barely a whisper. “You were a danger to yourself,” he said, his tone flat. “We had to restrain you.” I shook my head, tears welling again, the guilt a stone in my chest. “Reynolds’ family… his wife, his girls. How are they?” The agent’s jaw tightened. “They’re grieving. The funeral’s in Miami in a few days. You’re cleared to attend, if you’re stable.”

"You look like his dead girlfriend. That's why he's obsessed. You're a ghost made flesh. A replacement." "You're lying." "Am I?" She took her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through photographs. Each one made my blood chill. Reed in a warehouse, surrounded by men with guns. Reed shaking hands with the criminals I had seen in news reports. Reed looking down at bodies, blood on his clothes, facial expression blank.