Criminal Minds Conflicted Novels & Stories

I let out a shaky sigh, the weight of what I had just learned settling in like a dark cloud over my soul. "Why didn't you report him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Raj scoffed bitterly."He had a list of our crimes. If we said anything, we'd be the ones rotting in prison. And more than that... we were afraid he'd make good on his promise of a slow, agonizing death. That guy is sick in the head." I swallowed hard. He had known they were criminals—rapists, murderers. He knew they had no legal standing, no way to fight back. And so, he used them like his personal lab rats.

The sheet made him shuffle awkwardly towards the bathroom and slowed him down. He didn’t like her being out of his sight, but he also didn’t want her listening to their conversation. He didn’t want her to know what he knew. She may have been a victim once. But when a captor inflicted enough damage onto a victim, they could become the criminal too. He hoped he was wrong, but Craig’s words made that hope fade. Alrick didn’t know what he’d do if he needed to find her guilty. He’d need to hand her over to NARC officials for a fair trial. Alrick hated himself for thinking of it.

"Mr. Hart has experienced a significant mental health crisis. He's been transferred to our psychiatric wing for observation and treatment. I'm calling because you're listed as his most recent visitor. I wanted to inform you that future visits may not be possible depending on his condition." "What kind of crisis?" Dr. Chen hesitates. "I can't discuss specifics due to patient confidentiality. But Mr. Hart has been experiencing severe delusions and paranoid ideation. He's a danger to himself currently. We've placed him on suicide watch." "I see." "Did anything happen during your visit that might have triggered this episode? Any traumatic conversation or revelation?" Elara thinks about what she

Every time before she had ended up lost and confused, robbed of any memories that would explain where she had gone and why. Cara decided that was not going to happen this time. This time she refused to slip away filled with fear. This time she refused to forget. Cara refused to run this time. Tara was right, there was something that she wasn't facing. There was something she was refusing to face. But why? What could possibly be worse than everything else she had previously faced and come to accept? No, this time she would not allow herself to leave when she was obviously so close to realizing something she needed to come to terms with. This time she needed to deal with what ever it was.

Of course, that was right after she chastised me for drifting too far out my comfort zone. Death wasn’t something that had ever seemed real, even after all the cases I’d prosecuted, the dead bodies I’d seen. I’d been toldonce by a professor I admired that people working with heinous criminals found various methods of protecting their mental states. My denial of the obvious seemed a strange reaction. Maybe it was because I felt so out of sorts, still unable to process everything that had occurred. However, I had to get control and start thinking like an attorney, putting the pieces together.

I pushed myself off the table and walked toward him slowly. My footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse. “This shouldn’t take long,” I said calmly. The man coughed suddenly, while blood spilled from his mouth as he bent forward, struggling to breathe. “That is,” I continued, “if you cooperate.” The man slowly lifted his head, his eyes barely open. He looked terrified. Good. Fear made people honest. “Who sent you?” I asked, my voice was calm, almost bored. The man swallowed painfully. “I’ve already told you,” he muttered weakly. “I’m just a petty thief. I saw a rich woman walking alone and thought she would be easy to rob.”

A framed picture of his family sat in the corner, slightly bent. James sat down with a sigh, leaning back for a moment before focusing on the task at hand. He needed to connect the thieves they had arrested to two major unsolved crimes: the Abibba house robbery and the infamous wedding heist. His mind began to piece together the clues, knowing today’s interrogations would be the key to everything that had been bothering him.

So using the computer, I opened the list of criminals going down to K and found his name. He was listed for over fifteen offenses in a span of five years which was relatively little to what I expected. They ranged from drug selling to possession of unlicensed firearms and for the least serious - Traffic rule violations. But of course those were from just five years ago. The system erased the crimes from before five years if they didn't fall under more serious categories. Those were rape, murder, manslaughter or armed robbery. Despite all the others, it shocked me that he hadn't gone down for armed robbery. He seemed like the king. As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Emin

He chuckled darkly which shook my bones. “I go after the bad guys, the ones who dare doublecross me and those people are never innocent. I don't harm innocent people, I am not that heartless. And what business I do is none of your business. This is how the mafia runs and this is how it will remain. Is that clear, or do I need to spell things out for you, Miss Green?” By the time he was done talking, his eyes were dark in anger and my tears had stopped rolling down.

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”