Criminal Minds Agent Reid Novels & Stories

Reid leaned on the table beside him, exhaling smoke as if he had all the time in the world. “She’s alive. And she’s not who either of us thought she was.” He flicked ash from the cigarette. “But I think you already knew that.” My silence answered for me. “She’s not just some woman hiding behind a new name. She’s a ghost with a government-issued badge and blood on her hands,” Reid said. “An agent. One of theirs.” My head snapped toward him. He gave a tight smile. “You know that part too , don't you?”

He left so early in the same clothes he'd had on the previous day, barely staying for breakfast which is terribly unlike him. She knows Reid and she knows when his smiles are real and when they’re camouflage. And that one had been all armor. Either the ruse of the investors meeting is a lie, or it really is the truth, something is terribly bothering that man and he's battling himself. * Reid’s car cuts through the early morning traffic, sunlight just beginning to stain the skyline that beautiful yellow of the mid morning sun. His hands are steady on the wheel, but his mind’s a battlefield. Jameson Maddock.

Rielle scoffed at his words, she lloked at him bewildered by what he had just said that she couldn't comprehend exact;y what he meant what he said "What are you saying Reed? What do you mean? Are you seriously goin to say this? What are you driving at exactly?" She asked and he sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders "I understand the fact that he is your assistant and you trust him but don't you think it could be possible/ That he could actua;lly smuggle drugs?" He asked and she removed hand away from her shoulders 'I cannot even believe that Is coming from you. Adam would never smuggle drugs, he is not that kind of person so foget that assumption you just made up. Adam is not someone li

Reid moved forward, reaching the front of the entrance door before he noticed the dripping of blood from the roof. He turned around and then saw Ezra looking up at the sky, he knew... Oh, he knew yet he walked toward Ezra and then looked up as well. There, he saw Gabriel's lifeless body chained to the roof in the pool of his blood. There was something else about Alexander’s personality that very few people knew. He was psychotic, whenever he was angry or Victor or Ezra or Reid, yes whenever any one of the four was angry, Reid's psychotic behavior erupts and he destroys anything or anyone.

“Bang!” “Aghhhh!” I roared, veins bulging, spit flying from my mouth. The hammer struck the same spot again and again, splitting the pain wide open until I thought I might faint. Finally, they released me. I collapsed against the chair, gasping, my chest heaving, unable to catch my breath. The suited man circled behind me, leaned close, and whispered into my ear, his voice icy and deliberate. “This is CID headquarters in Eerie Lake. We are not your regular police. Our duty is to hunt down hardened criminals like you and deliver them to the countries where they committed their crimes. And you, my friend, you’ll rot in prison unless you tell me why you murdered her.”

he agrees with a nod. The moment Chris and I step into the police station, a chill runs down my spine. The chaotic scene assaults my senses as we make our way through the buzzing hive of activity. Officers move about with purpose, their heavy footsteps echoing through the halls. My jaw clenches, and I can't shake the feeling that this place is only a stepping stone to an even darker reality. "Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Harris," a voice calls out, snapping me from my thoughts. A middle-aged man with a stern expression approaches us, his eyes scanning our faces as if searching for answers. He extends his hand, "I'm Agent Morris. Thank you for coming in."

Who could it be? She cautiously made her way to the door and peered through the peephole. It was a man she didn't recognize, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking. "My name is Agent Reynolds," he said, flashing a badge. "I'm with the FBI. I need to talk to you about what happened in that town." Emma's heart sank. She had been hoping to put the events of the past few days behind her, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible.

Maddox added. “Tell me about it.” Reid stood, filled his coffee cup, and sat back down. He met my gaze, his frank and honest. “We all have pasts, Richard. I went to prison. I stole—I mean, I allegedly stole millions of dollars. Your sperm jumping an overeager egg is hardly criminal. It’s biology.” I blinked, because really, I had no response to that.

Author: Danielle McNeill Officers Ned Pullman and Wes Steyer are called to the home of the famous Dr. Edgar Freyman; a specialist in child behavior and Psychology. Dr. Freyman is attacked by one of his patients. The officers are left with a baffling case of whodunit. They get their answer in the form of an antique tape recorder used by Dr. Freyman to record himself and his sessions with his patients. The tapes reveal some hard truths about Dr. Freyman but also reveal the terrifying and bizarre truth of his assailant. A truth that the police don’t want to believe nor are they prepared for.