Criminal Minds Agent Reid Novels & Stories

“The same 'someone' who erased security footage and flew out in a prison helicopter?” “Exactly.” Robertson growled. “This smells like a damn inside job.” I shrugged. “It usually is.” “You really don’t care that a psycho like Reynolds is on the loose?” My gaze flicked to him. “I care,” I said quietly. “Just not the way you think.” He stared, suspicious now. Good. Suspicion kept people from asking the right questions. “I thought you didn’t even know the guy,” Robertson muttered. “I don’t,” I lied smoothly. “But I’ve read about him. The way he treated those kids. Some of them never made it out.”

But this… this would break him. The sudden buzz of Reid’s phone on the central console pulled him from his thoughts. He picked it up, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. What he saw nearly tore his heart out. The image was a cruel one: Travis, bloodied, stabbed multiple times by men in ninja attire. The sight made Reid’s stomach turn, and as his eyes flicked nervously to Zac, he saw his boss lost in thought, staring out the window, as though gathering his shattered pieces of mind.

he asked again, albeit with sarcastic intent meant to mock the woman. “No…!” Doctor Royce chided. “We bring society to book” she fired, playing by the Agent’s game. Caught in the joke, the Federal Agent slowly pulled a smirk on his face only to in the next second burst into laughter. “Yea, right…” he said, sobering up immediately and looking at the woman, and the papers in front of her. “So how do you hope to do that with uh…the files?” he asked, picking up the papers from the woman. Looking at it, he saw the texts ‘Cause and Effect: A window into the Psyche and Mind of the Criminal’ printed atop. “Hope that we sign it and have these rogues back on the streets to fight us?” the Agent said, r

I'll kill that bîtch' Michelle gritted her teeth making Tikka chuckled "You mean Salma McKenzie?" "Huh!?!?' "Don't worry your little head Michelle. She's getting her piece of cake" Graveyard Cartel** "Where am I!?, let me go !"Fiona kept yelling trying to break free. Her hands and legs were bonded tightly with ropes The room was dark and absolutely dirty "Who ever you are, you'll pay for this. You don't know who I am!!" she hollard and a dry laughter could be heard. Fear seized her seeing Lewis emerge from the dark

It was as if he was standing in front of a closed door, aware of the secret it guarded. ‘But why would you think that way?’ protested the sub-inspector defiantly. ‘I know this is a high-profile case, and that the grim and strange facts lend it a character of its own. But every case does not require us to employ higher powers of observation and intricate analysis of the criminal mind. Sometimes, it boils downs to that one simple question. What was the motive? And from all the statements that I have collected, I am confident that this was a murder that had to be done. It was urgent. Type one in your nomenclature. The victim was murdered and then some clues were scrambled here and there to misl

Five minutes later, Mackenzie was being escorted to an office on the third floor. Inside were two men. FBI Section Chief Marcus Webb. And Police Commissioner Daniel Brady. Both looked tired. Both looked like they'd been dealing with Astor Sinclair's case for too long. "Officer Mackenzie," Webb said. "What can we do for you?" "I need to question Astor Sinclair again. I have evidence connecting him to two murders fifteen years ago. Elizabeth Harlow and Caroline Martinez. And I believe if we pressure him correctly, he'll give us information about other crimes. Other victims we don't even know about yet."

he confessed. Reed calmly analyzes their captive, who is one of the bikers involved in Mia's kidnapping. Reed watched the security footage of when these men kidnapped Mia. He made it a point to kill every single man who is involved. Reed was not there when it happened. He was delayed due to some work. By the time he reached the church where the wedding was supposed to take place, chaos filled everywhere. He retrieved the security footage and watched what happened. Someone intentionally targeted Mia and he wanted to know why. Reed walked out of the shadows and walked closer to his captive.

Reid met us in the waiting area, his expression grim, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he hadn't slept. "He's in bad shape," Reid said without preamble. "Broken ribs, internal bleeding, collapsed lung. They're prepping him for surgery now." "Did he say anything?" Hunter asked, his voice controlled, but I could hear the edge underneath. Reid shook his head. "Not coherent. Kept slipping in and out of consciousness. But his ex was definitely there. Security footage confirms it, arrived with a man still to be identified at 9:47 PM, left at 10:23."

he said, then lifted his eyes with a slow smile. Adrian followed his gaze and saw a CCTV camera positioned above them, silently recording. In an instant, he released Reid as though he had been holding fire. “You’re insane!” Adrian spat, anger boiling over at being trapped again. “You wanted to make me your next victim, didn’t you? The Frenchman wasn’t enough,you needed me gone to erase every witness, Reid said, confidence creeping into his tone. Just imagine how ruthless you can be, Adrian Hudson?” he asked.

I was walking to and fro inside Reid's room, trying to relate one event to another. First, Reid became devastated when Andrea broke his heart, the reason why he was out of his mind according to Walter. Then a day after that breakup, Reid met a car accident and the main cause was losing his car's brake. The reason why it was lost, remains obscure. Then, a secret conversation between Dr. Smith and Uncle Sam in the hospital where Reid was admitted before he was moved to Canada. Then, that thiopental sodium that was administered into Reid's body, causing his unconsciousness to prolong. And the two incidents happened when I was driving on the road. I think these are already enough for me to hire